The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 196

Book 3 Chapter 32

~DANTE~

I don’t know how to answer that question.

A part of me screams yes. Another part, the part of me that still belongs to Anya, shouts no.

I swallow hard once more, “do you want to?”

I don’t know why I’m entertaining this conversation but I want an answer.

Her nose is pressed against my throat, “do I want to what?” She asks.

Maybe I shouldn’t be driving when she’s distracting me like this. It wasn’t a good idea at all.

“Do you want to touch me?” I ask her. I don’t know why I’m even asking this. But I need to f*****g know her answer.

“I already am.” She whispers as she presses a kiss to my throat. I swear I f*****g see stars.

Stars? I must be losing my mind.

“You can touch me too.” She whispers seductively as she rubs her lower half against mine.

hiss when I feel my d**k stir some more. The damn thing was now hard as a rock. I was sure she could feel it under that tiny

f**k!

not think like that about her. I can’t. I would never forgive myself

wheel; I had to keep my grip on the damn thing before I used my hands to do something else. Something that I knew I couldn’t, not even if I wanted to. Not even

idea, Willow.” I try

I quickly turn my attention back to the road. Again, I knew the right thing to do was to

now,” I explain. “You don’t know what you’re saying or doing. I don’t think this is something

breath gets stuck in my throat when

Motherfucker.

consider doing it if you knew I

I couldn’t stop myself this time. Was

f****d backward. This time I had no choice but to touch her—one hand on her back and the other still on her head, cradling

wasn’t on, making it much easier to hear

to touch you?” I

even aware she had thoughts like this on her mind. However, I knew there was a possibility

she grabs my hands

breasts in my own hands. They fit perfectly,

couldn’t be happening. The rain pouring onto the vehicle pulls my attention away from her for a few seconds. Where did this

when I hear a soft moan from Willow’s mouth. I snap my head in her direction, her lips parted and cheeks flushed. All the blood drains from my face when

repeat it, Dante. Tell me that I’m your

f**k. f**k. f**k.

damn spell, an enchantment. She