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.

hard as a rock. I was sure she could feel it under that tiny bikini bottom. It barely covered

f**k!

her. I can’t. I would

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

idea, Willow.” I try

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

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

breath gets stuck in my throat when she presses

Motherfucker.

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

abrupt stop at her question. I couldn’t

the windshield when she is f****d backward. This time I had no choice but

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

to touch you?” I ask in a

like this on her mind. However, I knew there was a possibility that all of this was

she grabs my

in my own

onto the vehicle pulls my attention away from her for a few seconds.

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 her arousal hits my nose. It was so f*****g high that it was possible she’d just. . . That can’t be

her lower body against mine. “Please repeat it, Dante. Tell

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

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