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.

I was sure she could feel it under that tiny bikini bottom. It barely covered anything, to begin with. If I looked a

f**k!

that about her. I

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

don’t think that’s a good idea, Willow.”

pouts at me. My gaze lingers on her lips longer than needed. I quickly turn my attention back to the road. 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 her. And I was scared of what I would do

don’t know what you’re saying

when she presses harder on top of

Motherfucker.

doing it if you knew I wanted you to touch

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

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

are breathing hard. The radio wasn’t on, making it

me to touch you?”

However, I knew there was a possibility that all of this was only because

grabs my hands and guides

watch her beautiful breasts in my

the vehicle pulls my attention away from her for a

mouth. I snap my head in her direction, her lips parted and cheeks flushed. All the blood drains from my face when her arousal hits my nose. It was so f*****g high that it was possible she’d just. . . That can’t be true. She

continues to rub her lower body against mine. “Please repeat it, Dante. Tell me that I’m your wife.

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

unspeakable things to my body. It was like a damn spell, an enchantment. She was