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.

d**k stir some more. The damn thing was now hard as a rock. I was sure she could feel it under that tiny bikini bottom. It barely covered anything, to begin with. If I looked a little lower, I could see more

f**k!

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

my hands to do something else. Something that I knew I couldn’t, not

good idea, Willow.” I try

Again, I knew the right thing to do was to stop the vehicle, but I knew if I did, I wouldn’t have anything distracting me from

know what you’re saying or doing. I don’t think this is something you

stuck in my throat when she presses harder on

Motherfucker.

if you knew I wanted you to touch me?” She asks

stop at her question. I couldn’t stop myself this time. Was this just

f****d backward. This time I had no choice but

radio wasn’t on, making it much easier to hear every sound from her

want me to touch you?”

did I ever think that Willow would want that from me. I wasn’t even aware she had thoughts like this on her mind. However, I knew there was a possibility that all of this was only because she was drunk. I couldn’t tell

breath hitches when she grabs my

I watch her beautiful breasts in my own hands. They fit perfectly, like

my attention away from her for

the blood drains from my face when her

mine. “Please repeat it, Dante. Tell me that I’m your wife. I

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

was doing unspeakable things to my body. It was like a damn spell, an enchantment. She was trapping me with her voice and scent. She