Then You’re Mine (Shame On You #3) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult Tags Authors: , Series: Shame On You Series by W. Winters
Series: Shame On You Series by Willow Winters
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
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My mom speaks kindly and of her own free will for the first time, “If it tastes as good as it smells, I’m sure it’s delicious.” Her smile looks a bit more genuine, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She’s skeptical. It’s noticeable. Perhaps Aria is growing on her though.

Dinner continues with Aria mainly asking my mother questions and attempting to keep the conversation upbeat. All I can think is that my heart is breaking into two.

Declan finds my hand under the table and squeezes. He hasn’t touched his drink. Neither have I.

Neither has my mother.

My mom stays quiet as we start eating. The conversation dims as forks clink against plates. Aria talks to Carter. Carter talks to Declan. Declan doesn’t say anything to my mother, and she doesn’t say anything to him. I keep glancing at him, begging him to say something to her but every vision of what he could say to her is not the man I know Declan to be.

I don’t know how to make any of this right and I don’t know what to say.

The tension’s obvious after a few minutes. I have to say something. Dinner with my own mother can’t be like this. I can’t sit at a table and pretend everything is fine when two people I love so dearly won’t even speak to one another.

I’ve just opened my mouth to say something, anything, when Declan clears his throat.

“I love your daughter,” he says, voice clear. “I wouldn’t have married her if I didn’t.”

My mother’s fork pauses midair and her eyes go wide as she stares at Declan for a long moment. Slowly, she lowers her fork and sets it on her plate. There’s pain in her eyes when she speaks.

“Braelynn is my only child and my entire world—”

“Same for me,” Declan says matter of factly, cutting her off. “It’s a good thing that she has both of us to love her.”

My mother swallows, and Carter and Aria sip from their drinks. I feel hot all over, on the verge of panic.

“I don’t know when it happened,” Declan continues. “But at some point, there was no turning back.”

“In your life, there’s hardly any going back. Isn’t that right?” My mom’s pushing him, and there are tears in her eyes. The emotion creeps into her tone and I imagine she’s been on edge the entire night wanting to confront him. She knows enough that she should be scared I’m involved with him. I can’t deny that.

“It’s never too late for anything,” Aria says, grabbing a piece of bread. “I don’t know if you know this, Mrs. Lennox, but I grew up in this life, and I know how others feel about it. I know the hesitancy.” Everyone at the table watches Aria now. “But I’m not in it any longer. I have children. I have my art, and I don’t—” She licks her lips. “The brutality of it was too much.”

“You are Aria Cross,” my mother says in her best no-nonsense tone. “Of course you are in the life.” My mom’s voice doesn’t shake, but she’s about to cry. “I do not want this for my daughter.”

“You don’t want what, exactly?” Aria asks. Declan gazes at his hardly touched plate and squeezes my hand tighter. “There is no one who will love her more. No one who can give her more. She is family, which means you are as well.”

Aria has a no-nonsense tone to rival my mother’s and the tension at the table cracks.

“It may take time to adjust,” Carter states, picking up his glass and taking a sip, “but I think the part where Declan really fucked up was keeping Braelynn to himself as they had their whirlwind romance.”

He glances at my mother with sympathy. “He knows he shouldn’t have. You can’t blame him. He was the youngest and when our mom died, we didn’t really baby him. He can be boneheaded sometimes.”

I blink at Carter, barely recognizing his tone. He’s almost…charming as he placates my mother. A version of him I haven’t met before.

Declan huffs a laugh at the description, although the emotion shows on his face. “I apologize, Mrs. Lennox,” he says, looking her in the eyes, his own brimming with sincerity. “I have been selfish with your daughter and unkind to you. I will do better.” My heart patters the softest beat, staring up at this man who could rule hell, as he apologizes to my mother and then rubs his thumb over my knuckles under the table.

My mother’s silent. “We’ll give you a key,” Carter offers. My eyebrows must be up at my hairline, but he’s not done speaking. “You can come over as often as you’d like and whenever you’d like.”

“Unannounced?” my mother asks, obviously testing him, and I can’t hold it in anymore. Declan and his family are being more than generous.


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