The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 143

~CLARISSA~

I frustratingly packed my bags with the aching feeling between my legs. I wanted more, and Damon

wasn’t giving it to me.

I shut the door as I met everyone outside. It was time to leave. It was midnight, and we had to get

home soon since we had classes tomorrow. If we didn’t, we could have stayed an extra night.

“Are we sticking to the same arrangement as before?” Atticus asks. “You can come with us if you want,

Clarissa.”

I bite down hard on my lip. I wanted to head back with Damon, but I also wanted to teach him a lesson

for not giving me what I wanted. He was playing with my emotions and I didn’t like it.

“If that’s what you want, sure.” I smile at Atticus.

I could feel Damon’s gaze digging into my back. He was angry that I had accepted Atticus’s invitation.

Even though I was doing this to upset him, I knew that it would bother me as well.

We could have gotten more alone time in his jeep. I move that thought out of my head. I had to stick

with my plan. Whenever I made Damon wait, he always got more desperate for me. This would work in

my favor; I had to suck in all the pain.

The drive home was a boring one, and without realizing it, I’d fallen asleep.

The next time I woke up, it was already morning, and time to get dressed for the academy.

Apparently, all of Damon’s attention had drained me of my energy. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d

slept so well.

I quickly put on a pair of jeans and a top and opened my room door, only to find Damon waiting for me.

I didn’t have time to prepare as he slammed his lips against mine. I gasp against his mouth.

My mouth opens in surprise and he uses that to his advantage and he sticks his tongue in. I moan as

he grabs my waist and pulls me tighter against him.

He breaks the kiss a few seconds later. “You left me last night.”

“Because you didn’t give me what I wanted,” I tell him.

I stop talking when his lips touch the spot beneath my ear. It’s a soft kiss, but it travels throughout my

body.

“Who carried me to my room last night?” I manage to ask despite the pounding of my heart.

I wasn’t aware of anything that had happened while I was asleep.

“I wanted to.” He growls. “But f*****g Atticus beat me to it. I couldn’t do anything but watch. If I tried to

make a problem about it, he would have suspected us even more.”

I fought against a smile at his apparent frustration since Atticus was the one who had carried me to my

room last night.

“I’m tired of this.” He sighs. “I want to be able to kiss you in the open. I want to be able to tell everyone

that you’re mine.”

I gasped, unsure if I’d heard him correctly.

He wanted to tell everyone that I was his?

He gently kisses my forehead before pushing away from me. “I’ll see you in the jeep.”

I watched him walk away as I fell back against the wall. I didn’t know how to react to Damon so openly

expressing his feelings. It made me all nervous and giddy inside.

. . . . . . .

~DAMON~

I couldn’t hold it back much longer. Clarissa was using all of the tricks in the books to make me give her

what she was asking for. She may think I was unfair, but she had no idea how much harder this was for

me. Denying her what she wanted was costing me everything.

She didn’t realize how painful it was for me not to be inside of her, especially when she was begging

me for it. Saying no to her was never f*****g easy for me.

Even now, all I could think about was burying my d**k inside her tight p***y. And f**k, it was so tight;

yesterday it squeezed the life out of my finger. I could still feel her walls around it, stretching and

pulling.

I groan as I cover my face with my hand. We would be returning to the academy today, and I would

have no choice but to keep my hands to myself when it’s the last thing I want to do.

I would be f****d to watch her from a distance while dreaming of taking her in every way possible.

Clarissa would be the f*****g death of me.

I knew her well; she would use this opportunity to t*****e me for not taking her virginity. And she was a

virgin; she saved herself for me. Every time I thought about it, my heart filled with pride. She had never

mentioned it to me, but I knew it was true. I was so involved in her life that I knew there had never been

another man but me in her life. This is why I wanted to make it as special as possible for her. I didn’t

want to rush things. I wanted to give her a chance to enjoy all of the pleasures I could bring to her body.

I wanted to take it one step at a time.

Clarissa was becoming impatient, and I didn’t blame her. I felt even worse than she did.

I wouldn’t keep her waiting much longer.

“You look like you didn’t get any sleep last night.” My mother says as she examines my face. “Is

something bothering you, Damon?”

I swallow. Yes, mother. Somebody was bothering me. The once innocent girl that you adopted and

brought home to t*****e me every damn day of my life.

If she could read my mind, I would be screwed.

“It’s nothing.” I lie. “We just got home late last night, and I didn’t feel like sleeping. Had too much to

drink.”

She sighs and kisses me on my cheek. “I was worried that you were still affected by Anya’s death like

your brother. I’m very worried about Dante. He didn’t just lose Anya, but he married her sister because

she asked him to. Did you discover why he’s getting these random bruises on certain days?”

I shook my head. “Atticus tried finding out, but he doesn’t want to talk to us about it.”

She nods, “I’ll talk to him.”

I say goodbye to her and head down to the jeep where I’d told Clarissa to meet me.

Now I had to prepare myself for the t*****e to come.