The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 182

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 182

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 18

~WILLOW~

I was having doubts about this. What would I do if someone else was inside that room? Would they allow me to back out?

“Willow.” They call my name. “You’re up next.”

I watched as Sharon exited the room with a pissed look on her face. Whoever she’d gotten to kiss wasn’t who she wanted. That’s a good sign? Isn’t it?

It meant that she didn’t get to kiss Dante.

“Willow?” They call my name again.

I build up the courage to take a few steps forward. My hands shake when I open the door and enter the room.

Music was playing, canceling out the noise from outside. The lights were dimmed but I could still see clearly. I look around the room for Dante. At least, I was still hoping that it was Dante.

The door in front of me opens, and I breathe a sigh of relief when I see the familiar face of the man I married.

It was him. Autumn and Clarissa were right. They made it happen.

He doesn’t look surprised to see me. Did they also explain to him about their plan?

Dante looks angry, and I think it’s possible that he knew nothing about this unlike what I was hoping. He still looks like someone who thought I wouldn’t participate in the kissing booth.

This wasn’t good. I didn’t want to upset him, but he now seems furious.

“Are you surprised to see that it’s me?” He asks me; I can barely recognize the tone of his voice. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dante this angry in the past, and it felt horrible to know that his anger was directed toward me.

“No,” I answer honestly. “I was hoping that it would be you.”

He chuckles, and I can sense the sarcasm, “is that another lie?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dante,” I answer him truthfully. His questions were confusing me. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Is that what you wanted, Willow?” He demands. “To be kissed by a stranger?”

I gape at him. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you so angry?”

He takes a step towards me, and I take one back. I wasn’t used to him reacting this way.

“You lied about not taking part in this event.”He explains as he takes another step forward. “I saw you getting ready to enter the room, and I knew it was all a lie. You said that you wouldn’t take part. I had to f*****g switch places with that motherfucker so he couldn’t kiss you.”

I gasp. Was there initially someone else? That couldn’t be possible. Autumn said that Dante would be the one in the room. Was there some mistake?

Something must have gone wrong. I knew they would never purposefully let me kiss someone other than Dante.

“I think you’re misunderstanding—”

“I don’t think I am Willow.” He growls. “If you wanted to kiss someone that badly, you could have just said so.”

I don’t get time to respond when he grabs me by my neck and pulls me towards him.

“What are you doing?” I gasp.

“The room is rented out for a kiss.” He answers me. “You paid for a kiss, and I will give you one.”

My eyes widen when his lips crash onto mine. For the first few seconds, all I could do was stare at him wide-eyed while he devoured my lips.

I’m in shock. I’m not sure what to do. He was right, I did pay for a kiss, but he seemed to be under the impression that I wanted to kiss someone else. He didn’t realize that this was exactly what I wanted. A kiss from him. No one else.

His taste, like mint, explodes in my mouth, making me whimper. I felt him shiver in my arms and I wonder if it had anything to do with the sound that just came out of me.

He picks me up and pushes me against the wall. I gasp against his mouth. What was this strong feeling in my chest? I’ve never been kissed like this before. My last kiss with him was nothing like this.

This kiss was possessive and almost desperate. I could feel the anger radiating from his body, transferring onto my lips.

What made this special was knowing that, unlike our first kiss, this time, he was very aware that it was me he was kissing. He wasn’t thinking about my sister. He thought of me even though he only did it to prove a point.

I couldn’t believe that another girl would be experiencing this right now if Autumn and Clarissa hadn’t convinced me to take part in this event.

I was so happy that I had listened to them.

I could hear a knock on the door, but I don’t think Dante did.

He continued to kiss me, ignoring the sound from outside. They were trying to get our attention but were failing miserably.

Dante picks me up and throws me onto the couch before climbing on top of me. It almost feels like he’d lost control of his body.

I heard another knock; this time, it was louder.

“f*****g leave us alone!” Dante lifts his mouth from my own long enough to shout those words before going right back in.

This doesn’t seem like him at all. Was I dreaming? If I pinched myself right now, would I wake up and realize it wasn’t real, to begin with?

I gasp when his hand travels up my leg. He was touching me. His hand felt warm and big. I had this uncomfortable feeling between my legs; for some weird reason, I wanted to feel his big hands there as well.

Was something wrong with me? Why was I acting so strangely?

“Willow!” Someone shouts. “Your time is up!”

He ignores them as he moves his mouth from my lips to my neck. I bury my hands in his hair as he nibbles on my skin. I wanted to bring him even closer to me.

Why did this feel so good?

The door flies open suddenly, and the room light gets brighter than it was just a few seconds ago. Both Dante and I freeze.

“I’m sorry to break this up but you only paid for five minutes, and ten minutes have just passed.” The woman who’d let me in earlier says sternly.

Dante lifts his head to look at me. I can see the shock on his face. I was right; he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing.

I’ve never seen someone look this disgusted with themselves as he did now.

He moves from on top of me and aggressively wipes his lips. It’s almost like he wants to get my taste out of his system. His head was slightly thrown back and it looks like he was fighting for control.

His jaw was tight as he ran a hand through his hair.

I slowly got up from the couch while fixing my dress.

Dante seemed to be getting angrier by the second. His hands are fisted and I can see his veins oh so clearly.

I watched in horror as he slammed his fist against the wall without warning before storming out of the room.