The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 229

Book 3 Chapter 65

~DANTE~

She’s going to f*****g kill me. I know it. Willow was out for my throat. If this was the way to go, so be it. I felt trapped under her seductive gaze.

How did she have so much f*****g power over me without even trying?

I didn’t know how much longer I could deny her. I was using every single last bit of self-control to say no to her. She may not know just how close I was to losing this inner battle. If she only knew the thoughts in my mind, she wouldn’t be asking for this.

Why was she insisting on having her way? Why did she want me even though I told her multiple times that I couldn’t love her?

Why doesn’t she understand that she deserves so much more than this? What more can I do to make her see that this wasn’t the best thing for her?

I was only trying to protect Willow. I wish she could see things the way that I did.

What if I gave her what she wanted, and then she hated me for the rest of her life because I couldn’t give her more than that?

I was only seconds away from f*****g her hard against the bathroom tiles just a few minutes ago. Luckily, she’d listened and left in time. But now she was back to taunting me with her body and her words. She was very good at taunting me.

I could feel my d**k stir beneath her p***y. The thin lingerie did nothing to stop me from seeing and feeling every part of her. All I had to do was move my pants out of the way, and I could sink into her softness.

in the

recklessly? What had caused this change in

know what to do with this side of her. I didn’t want

how the hell am I supposed to have a sane

when she rubbed her lower body

she whispers. Her eyes were half closed, and she looked drugged even though I

from moving. If she kept that up,

as she watches me,

“I’m rubbing my pussy—”

I warn her. “Don’t finish

the one that asked.” She teases

love with me, and maybe that’s why you’re pushing for something to happen between us. You may think this is what you want but

Dante.” She assures me. “You cannot know more than me. My feelings are my own; you don’t know what I feel. Why can’t you do this

everything I do is

gazed down at me, “you’re truly convinced that you can never love me,

an answer for her. Not yet. I didn’t know how long it would take for me to have an

can’t answer you,” I confess.

seem to fuel the determination in her eyes.