Chapter 173

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 173 BOOK 3 CHAPTER 9 ~WILLOW~

My eyes widen at the sudden attack on my lips.

Dante was kissing me. My husband was finally kissing me for the first time in our marriage.

I should have been happy, and I probably would have been under different circumstances. This wasn’t how I wanted our first kiss to be. He wasn’t thinking of me while his lips were on mine.

In his mind, he’s kissing my sister. He was still dreaming of her. I felt my heart sink at realizing how pathetic my life was.

This couldn’t be happening to me. How much more cruel could this life be to me?

I lost my sister. I married her lover. He’s finally kissing me, and she’s the one he’s thinking about.

The worst part about this was that I couldn’t compete with Anya. She wasn’t here for me to compete. And even if she were still alive, I wouldn’t dream of doing that to her. I had nothing but love in my heart for my sister. I knew she wasn’t perfect, and I know she did some horrible things, but she was still my sister, and I loved her. While she was alive, she has always protected and loved me as well; even while dying, protecting me was on her mind.

Dante groans, and it sends a shockwave throughout my body. I gasped when I felt something between my legs, a strange yet pleasurable feeling I’d never felt before.

I’m not happy that I’m enjoying this kiss. It wasn’t meant for me. I shouldn’t like it as much as I did. Dante’s lips were soft against mine, and his hands were now on my waist. Even they had a powerful hold on me.

I should be pushing him away. Why wasn’t I doing that?

When he finally lifts his lips from mine, I can breathe again but not for long. Dante surprises me by moving to my neck. The moment his lips touched my skin, I lost all control of my body. I can’t stop myself as I bury my hands in his hair.

It’s surprisingly soft. Dante smells better than any perfume I’ve ever had in my entire lifetime. It makes me feel like I’m intoxicated even though I’ve never experienced what it was like to be intoxicated before.

I felt dizzy with pleasure and need combined as one.

He growls against my neck, and I swear I feel something wet between my legs.

“I can f*****g smell you.” He says in a husky whisper.

I gasp.

Can he truly smell me? My lips part, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good. It was like a paradise I’d never known about until now.

It was wrong. A dark paradise that I had to escape before things got worse.

“Dante,” I say his name as I place both hands on his shoulders and try to push him off me. As much as I enjoyed this, I couldn’t let him continue. I couldn’t use his pain to feed my pleasure.

“Please don’t stop me.” He begs. “I need you tonight, Anya. I need you, Anya. Only you.”

His words made everything inside of me turn to ice.

“I love you, Anya.”

And then that ice shatters.

“Get off me!” I shout. “Get off me, Dante!”

My voice finally manages to get through to him. He blinks once, then twice, before looking at me. I knew that he could see me this time and not Anya.

“Willow?” He croaks in confusion.

I don’t say anything. I’m not sure what to say to make this better. I couldn’t exactly tell him that I was encouraging his kisses earlier.

I don’t think I need to tell him, however.

He looks at my swollen lips before sniffing the air, and his eyes widen in disbelief.

I suddenly remembered what he said earlier about being able to smell me. I feel all the blood rush to my cheeks. Could he still smell me now?

Can he somehow tell my body was enjoying everything he’d done to me?

“What did I do?” He whispers in horror.

I don’t think he’s speaking to me. I think he’s speaking to himself.

He touches his lips, still in denial.

“I think you were dreaming.” I try to explain what happened. “You were shouting Anya’s name. You were having a dream about her.”

He drags his gaze back to me, “Did I—” he swallows like he doesn’t even know how to form a sentence.

“Did I kiss you, Willow?” He asks.

The pain in his eyes makes me want to lie to him. I did not want to make him feel worse than he already did.

“I don’t think that’s important right now.” I try to say.

He narrows his eyes, “Just answer me. Please.”

I bit my lip and slowly nodded. I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

He inhales sharply and closes his eyes. He acts like he’d committed a grave sin by kissing me. Was it indeed that bad?

I watch as he buries his face in his hands. “Fuck.”

“Dante—”

“Don’t.” He stops me. “Don’t try to make me feel better.”

Does he enjoy the pain? Does he enjoy hurting himself that much?

I’m helpless as I watch him beat himself up for something he’d done without realizing it. He wasn’t aware of what he was doing.

Why was he so upset?

“Can we talk about this?” I ask him gently. “It isn’t a big deal.”

It was in fact, a big deal to me. It was my very first kiss with him. And it was more magical than I ever expected it to be. Minus the part where he called me Anya and said he loved her.

“I have to go.” He says suddenly. “I thought this would work. I thought it would be easier than this. I’m sorry, Willow. I can’t do this, definitely not tonight.”

“Wait—” I try to stop him, but he’s already out the door.

I wanted to run after him, but I knew that it was useless.

I slowly rubbed my finger across my bottom lip. I could still feel him there.

I inwardly groan as the feelings between my legs intensify.

Why was this happening to me?