The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

~CARTER~

I needed to be stopped. I shouldn’t be doing this to Scarlett. I shouldn’t be demanding she tell me the truth. Still, the thought of another man touching her was too much for me to handle. I was losing control of my body and emotions. I’ve never felt this jealous in my entire life. No one else but Scarlett could do this to me.

I was sure that she’d never had a boyfriend. I was convinced that she was never dating anyone. Then how could any man have touched her before me?

She wasn’t answering me, and I was becoming impatient. I had to know. I had to know before I lost my damn mind waiting to find out the truth.

“Scarlett,” I growl. “Answer me.”

“Why do you want to know?” she gasps. “What will my answer do for you?”

I press my thumb against her bottom l*p, “I won’t be able to sleep tonight if you don’t answer me.” I confess. “Everyone thinks I’m the greatest a*****e alive. They think that I’m incapable of caring for a woman. If only they could see what happens to me whenever you are around me.”

She frowns, “You’re lying. You don’t care about me. You don’t care if there was another man before you or not. Stop playing with my feelings, Carter. I will not let you hurt me like you hurt my sister.”

I swallow hard, “I have no intention of hurting you, Scarlett. My only intention is pleasuring you in every possible way.”

She gasps when I slide my hands up her leg. I’ve been f*****g dying to touch her there. I’ve been fighting against it, but tonight, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I needed a little taste, just a little.

“Who touched you before me, Scarlett?” I ask again. I was still not letting go of this. I had to know, even though my mind was slowly becoming drugged because of the scent of her arousal.

Her a*s lifts off the bed when I graze my fingers against her panties.

“Does it bother you that someone else may or may not have touched me before you?” She asks me.

I growl as I rip her underwear. I grab the torn material and press it to my nose. Scarlett’s eyes widen.

“W-what are you doing?” She stutters.

“I’ve been dying to bury my nose against your panties,” I confess. “There’s something else I want to bury my nose into. But before any of that, I need you to tell me the truth before I lose my f*****g mind, Scarlett. You don’t realize how angry the thought of another man near you makes me.”

She surprises me when she slaps me hard across my cheek. I deserved it, but I wasn’t exactly sure what I had done this time to cause this. She pushes me down on the bed and climbs onto my lap.

“Scarlett?” I ask, surprised that she was on top of me.

Her eyes widen when she feels my arousal pressed against her p***y. She didn’t have panties on anymore. She could feel me even though I still had pants on.

“No one, not a single person, has ever touched me. I’ve never been kissed before you; I’ve barely even had any guy look at me before I started dressing this way.”

“That’s not true,” I whisper. “I’ve been watching you for a long time. Long before you changed your style of clothes. Your eyes have always been the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

They brighten after my compliment.

“My eyes?” She whispers in disbelief.

“They’re my favorite color, Scarlett,” I inform her.

She nods, “I know it is.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask her. “Did you also know that your eyes are the reason that light blue is my favorite color?”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and they looked extra beautiful tonight.

“My eyes?”

I nod, “The first time I saw you, your eyes caught my attention. I couldn’t get them out of my head. It was on that day that I decided light blue was my favorite color. Not just any light blue, the exact shade of your pretty eyes.”

“Now you’re just lying—”

I don’t let her finish as I grab her legs and move her body against my d**k.

I g***n at how f*****g good it felt.

“Carter!” She cries out at the friction.

I couldn’t stop myself. I spun us around to be on top of her this time. I spread her legs wide, “Wider, spread them for me, Scarlett.” I say in a hoarse whisper. I positioned myself so that I could get a closer look at her p***y.

She does as I ask, and I don’t think twice before burying my nose in her sweetness. Her a*s lifts off the bed again, giving me more access to her. I inhale deeply, f**k me! f**k ME!

I would f*****g sell everything I owned to bury my face against her p***y every day for the rest of my life.

Before I got a chance to taste her, I heard footsteps nearing her room.

AH f**k.

I roughly pull away from Scarlett and jump out of her window without a second thought.

I ran over to my truck, which was parked a few feet away from her house. I jumped in and dropped my forehead onto the steering wheel.

I was f*****g sweating from head to toe.

What the hell was my problem?

That should have never happened. I went over to Scarlett’s house to apologize for my behavior. I went to beg for her forgiveness. Instead, I lost all control and almost stuck my tongue into her p***y.

My nose was still wet. I rub my thumb finger over it and, without a second thought, stick it into my mouth.

My eyes widened as her taste filled me.

What the—

MOTHERFUCKER!