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.

shut the door behind me. Where did I get the confidence to do

I wanted to walk back into the bathroom and

stop fighting, not now. Soon enough, he will accept his feelings for

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

would do everything in my power to make him accept his feelings for me, and this seemed like the

whole hour later. It felt like he was hiding in there from me. Or maybe,

didn’t give me a chance to do it. Everything that he did, it had the power to make me stop and stare. I felt like I was under an incredibly powerful spell, and maybe I was paying for the horrible things my sister did to his family in the past. Maybe this wasn’t something

toward the bed; I could tell he avoided looking into my eyes.

that mean he was

he couldn’t see my lingerie. I was waiting for

the sheets over his body. He has one hand behind his neck and is looking at the ceiling. I can tell that

that wasn’t something