You Are My Reason Read online Willow Winters (You Are Mine Duet #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: You Are Mine Duet Series by Willow Winters
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
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He has one more chance. One meeting on Saturday to treat her the way she deserves and apologize for what happened at the station. She’s everything to me, and I won’t let him frighten her. It’s bad enough as it is. Otherwise… I’ll have no choice but to kill him. My plan at this charity, the only plan I have, is to make that promise very clear to my father.

We’re in the eye of the storm, I know it. Chaos is lurking in the shadows surrounding us, and I need my sweetheart by my side. I need her clinging to me and letting me protect her.

Right now, with her on the other side of the bed, she’s hardly speaking to me let alone capable of trusting me. I can’t sleep at night until she does, because I don’t trust her either, and it’s a battle of wills. Neither of us sleeping, neither of us giving an inch. And that’s exactly what will happen tonight if I don’t do something.

The diamond sparkles brilliantly, the light shining from one facet to the other.

This belongs on her fucking finger.

I stand abruptly, wanting nothing more than to tell her it’s never parting from her again. But the moment I see her, she’s running her fingers along her wrists. At the faint bruises and small cuts left from when I tied her up days ago.

My anger leaves slowly, like a leak, leaving me empty and hollow with regret.

“I can’t take it back.” I clear my throat and give her the words as they come to me. “You need to stop this, Jules. We can’t continue like this.”

Her posture changes, the bed creaking along with the slow movements as she grips the comforter and pulls it closer to her. Her expression shifts, and she’s not pretending anymore. She’s not hiding her anger; she glares at me, leaning forward. It thrills me. Give me that anger, sweetheart. Fight me, slam your fists into my chest, take it out on me. I’ll show you I can take it. I can let you get it all out and then soothe it away and fuck you so hard and so thoroughly you won't remember a damn thing except for how much you love my cock inside of you.

“Did you like it?” I ask her as my dick twitches with the need to push her and make her angrier.

A moment passes and she simply stares at me, refusing to answer.

“Did you like it when I tied you up?” I ask and this time, she can’t ignore my question.

“Fuck you,” she says, jumping off the bed and making her way toward the door to leave me again. She’s not fucking leaving me, though. I’m quicker than her and she knows it. I slam the door shut before she can walk through. With both my palms above her pressed firmly against the door, I cage her in with my arms as she spins to face me with a gasp of shock. My arms are long and her body’s small, so there's still nearly a foot of space between us, but it feels as if we’re closer than we’ve been in so long.

Because it’s real. This tension and this moment are more real than the lifeless days we’ve spent together living like ghosts of ourselves since I told her she wasn’t leaving.

She slowly takes an inch forward, waiting for me to stop her from leaving, but I don’t. By this point, she should know I’m not going to hurt her. I meant what I said. I will never hurt her.

“Just forget it all, Jules.” She tries to walk around me and under my arm, ignoring me and I can’t stand it. My forearms press against the door and close the space between us, trapping her there and forcing her to talk to me.

“What do you want from me?” she screams out, her lips close to mine and her anger tangible.

“Forgiveness,” I answer lowly, but with a rawness I pray she can feel.

“I can’t forgive you.”

“I had to do it.”

Her brow pinches and she looks like she’s going to argue, but she stays silent, biting her tongue and attempting to go back to the version of her I’ve dealt with for days. She stares at anything except me, as if ignoring me will free her from this moment.

I’m not going to let her get off that easy. She has to say something; I need to force her to confront me, because I know she won’t say something on her own. “You have to get over it.”

“Never,” she says, finally looking back at me and staring me in the eyes. “You’re a monster.”

“Is that what you want?” I ask her as I take a half step forward to force her back against the door, both of my hands pinning her hips in place. “For me to turn into some kind of monster so you can justify hating me?” My grip’s not so strong that it hurts her, but it’s forceful enough to get her attention. Her head comes forward and I crash my lips against hers, stealing a quick kiss before she can move away. I move my lips to her ear, pinning her whole body against the wall as my right hand travels up her side while my left grips the hair at the nape of her neck. She’s trapped.



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