~DANTE~
I can still f*****g taste her. Smell her. Feel her. Willow was softer than any woman I'd ever had in my life in the past, including her sister.
I was angry, f*****g angry that I had done something so unforgivable, even if it was in my sleep.
How could I have thought that she was Anya? I should have awakened the moment her scent hit my nose. It wouldn't have taken me long to know that it wasn't Anya beneath me but Willow.
Damn it.
What the hell was wrong with me? I brought Willow to my room to protect her from the rumors; I did not bring her to bury my d**k inside her.
Why did that thought even cross my mind?
I felt sick to my stomach. I was a sick bastard.
She was Anya's sister, for crying out loud.
I couldn't stay here. Not tonight. Not when her scent still surroun
