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 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!

about her. I can’t.

thing before I used my hands to do something

a good idea,

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

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

gets stuck in my throat when

Motherfucker.

I

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

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

wasn’t on, making it

touch you?”

thoughts like this on her mind. However, I knew there was a

she grabs my hands and guides them to her

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

The rain pouring 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. .

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

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

spell, an enchantment. She was trapping me with her voice and scent. She was snapping my control

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