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 bikini bottom. It barely covered anything, to begin with.

f**k!

not think like that about her. I

do something else. Something that I knew I couldn’t, not even if I wanted to. Not even if she begged

good idea,

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 if

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

my throat when she

Motherfucker.

I wanted you to

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

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

wasn’t on, making it much

me to touch you?” I ask in a hoarse

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 for sure, not until she’d

my

beautiful breasts in my own hands. They fit

be happening. The rain pouring onto the vehicle pulls my attention away from her

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 true. She wouldn’t have climaxed just from my hands

repeat it, Dante. Tell me that I’m

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

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