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.

drown in the pleasure of finally

she suddenly behaving so recklessly? What had caused this

her. I didn’t want to control

I supposed to have a sane mind around her when

growl when she rubbed her lower body

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

her from moving. If she kept that up, I would do the one thing I knew she would eventually hate me

watches me, “what are

“I’m rubbing my pussy—”

I warn her. “Don’t finish

were the one that

gently cup her cheek in my hand, “Willow,” I whisper, “I know that you think you’re in love with me, and maybe that’s why you’re pushing for something

Dante.” She assures me. “You cannot know more than me. My feelings are my own; you don’t

you. I know that you may think everything I do is because of Anya, but I can promise you that I’m

eyes looked sad as she gazed down at me, “you’re truly convinced that you

I didn’t have 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. “I need

some reason, seem to fuel the determination in her