The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 228

Book 3 Chapter 64

~WILLOW~

Dante’s teeth on my neck before he asked me to leave made everything much harder. It made me want to be with him even more than before. It made me want things that I knew I shouldn’t. Why didn’t he want to give me what I wanted when it was clear that he wanted it also? I could feel his arousal; he wasn’t trying to hide it from me. I don’t think it’s something he could hide, either. He looked ready to be inside of me. I bit my lip hard at the thought of feeling him there.

“Willow.” He growls my name.

He wasn’t going to do it. Not tonight. I could tell by the determination in his voice to get me out of the bathroom.

I spun around in his arms, and instead of running as he asked, I placed both hands on his chest and pushed him backward until he hit the wall. My breasts are pressed against his chest as I peered up at him, “You will f**k me, Dante Fawn. Maybe not tonight or tomorrow. But you will.”

I could see the whirlpool of emotions in his eyes as my words settled.

They are dark with desire as he watches me leave. I make sure to move my waist seductively. I knew I was taking things a bit too far, but every single second of each day I spent with Dante was turning me into a woman that was starved of him. I was becoming desperate to have a part of him that I craved.

I finally exit the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Where did I get the confidence to do something

my skin that much? I wanted to walk back into the bathroom and ask him to bite me a second time and then maybe a third. I felt like begging him to bite other parts of my body, not just my

was getting through to him. I knew I was. I couldn’t stop fighting, not

grabbed a towel and dried my skin, changing into a new lingerie. I wasn’t going to make it easy for him.

in my power to make him accept his feelings

a whole hour later. It felt like he was hiding in there from me. Or maybe, he was doing that thing I’d

seen something so erotic in my life before, and I wanted to stare some more, but Dante didn’t give me a chance to do it. Everything that he did, it had the power to make me stop

him walk toward the bed; I could tell he avoided looking into my eyes. He was shirtless, and

mean he

under the sheets, and he couldn’t see my lingerie.

sheets over his body. He has one hand behind his

trying to distract himself from me. And that wasn’t something that I was okay