The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 207

Book 3 Chapter 43

~DANTE~

f**k ME.

If I didn’t get Willow down from that jeep in time, I would have f****d her hard against it without a second thought.

I wanted her. I f*****g wanted her.

I felt like I would snap the second I got my hands on her sweet body. That’s why I stopped it before anything could happen.

I know I’d managed to hurt her again. I could sense her sadness from my seat.

f**k.

Her scent burned the f*****g air. I could smell her. I could smell her everywhere. And damn it. I wanted to spread her legs and bury my nose in her p***y.

“Did I do something wrong?” She whispers.

Ah—s**t. Even her voice was pulling me in.

She did do something wrong. She spread her f*****g legs wide for me without me asking. When I looked at her legs, I wasn’t planning on looking there. I wasn’t prepared for Willow spreading them so wide and displaying her p***y for me like it was a painting in a damn museum.

I breathed in hard and immediately regretted it. I’m hit with her powerful scent. My hands tighten on the steering wheel. I can’t find the strength to speak. All of my inner strength was preoccupied. It was too busy keeping me off Willow.

me what

I wanted to drive the jeep off a

talking, Willow,” I

considering leaving the jeep for her and getting back on my damn feet—anything to stop

because I spread my legs for you?” She whispers. “Did

MOTHERFUCKER.

it. Her innocence was dangerous. Did she not see how f*****g hard my d**k was? I’m sure she did. I saw her looking at it. And she shouldn’t have

that I went to sleep after today, I would dream of her pretty pink

don’t know why I did it.” She continued to ramble on even though I begged her to stay quiet. “I just wanted you to see that part of me. I can’t explain it. I’ve never felt that way before. I needed

stay quiet. I don’t want to talk about this. You asked me to look at you finally, and I

the beach house. I needed to be around people. That way, I wouldn’t lose control. I wouldn’t do something I could

hands to myself for Willow’s sake. It was for Willow. Not for Anya. Not touching her was solely for her. I didn’t want to take advantage

to her. She deserved only the best. She didn’t deserve to be f****d by an asshole like me. She deserved someone who would make love to her. Someone that would worship her body. I wasn’t capable of that. Not now. And I didn’t know

past. As long as it remained there,

to get far

never had to do anything this damn difficult in my life. Never. Except probably accept that Damon would marry Anya in the past, a wedding

it would have been like that. I knew it would have been perfect, just like every other part of her. That’s why I didn’t want to look. But when she asked me, I could not say no

in my chest when I hear