Diamond Kisses (The Jewelry Box #4) Read Online Pepper Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Jewelry Box Series by Pepper Winters
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
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We’d all aged down here.

The perpetual dark seemed to march us far quicker into a grave.

Even the darkness within Henri hadn’t made him immune to the ravages of healing and hurt.

I knew he was older than me.

I knew he would only get more handsome with age.

But as we sat in the dark waiting for death, I wondered if any of us would hit forty if we didn’t manage to escape.

“How old are you?” I whispered.

He smirked. “Do I look that decrepit?”

“No.” I laughed softly, sadly. “Just…I’ve never asked.”

“I turn thirty on January the first. According to my mother anyway. I don’t have a birth certificate. Not that I’ve seen anyway.”

“The first of January is your birthday?” I blinked. I coughed. If I needed any other signs that Henri was my twin flame, this was it. I’d read that some were born on the same day. Didn’t matter if the years were different—if you shared the same day, it was yet another cosmic union between a single soul that’d been split.

But I don’t know if I was born on January first…

Oh my God.

Yet another synchronicity.

Another push from forces unseen but so much bigger than us.

He frowned, studying my face. He knew without asking. “You’re January the first too?”

I gave him a small shrug. “I celebrate the first, but…I’m like you. I’m not entirely sure if that’s my true date, seeing as I was found and adopted. I was found on the fourth of January, but my father figured I looked a few days old, so he chose the first for a new beginning.”

Henri didn’t speak for the longest moment. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to all these strange similarities between us.”

“I know. Me either.”

He shivered dramatically. “It’s eerie but cool.”

“Isn’t it?” Tears ached. My nose itched. What would I give to tell my parents about the profound connection I’d found on this hellish island? I’d give anything to hug my brother and tell him everything the Vedic mystic said had come true.

You’re destined to destroy each other.

I flinched.

That part would never come true. Being together was the reason we hadn’t been destroyed. Even Victor was wise enough to use our bond to prevent us from such destruction. He’d used me as a pawn to keep Henri sane. And used Peter as a pawn to keep me in line. And despite knowing that my presence had only condemned Henri to pain I couldn’t begin to imagine, I was incredibly grateful that in that part of the prophecy, the astrologer was wrong.

God…what’s going to happen next…?

My eyes flicked to the bars again, begging to see something I hadn’t noticed in the thirty-six days we’d been trapped: a forgotten key. An axe to chop our chains. A guard that was on our side, sneaking down here to break us out.

A single tear escaped.

I swiped at it.

Henri sucked in a sharp breath. “God, Ily. Please don’t.”

I nodded and forced an overly bright smile. My voice broke, betraying me. “I’m fine.”

“Fuck, you’re killing me.” He drove both fists into his blanket. “I’d give anything to hug you right now. To hold you. Kiss you.”

“I know.” Sitting taller, I ran my fingers through Peter’s unwashed hair. “Just a weak moment, that’s all.”

Silence fell for the longest time before Henri forced a smile. A sinful, sexy smirk that was far too lighthearted for this sullen place. “You’re still driving me mad, little nightmare. Still filling me full of things I’ve never felt before.”

His old nickname for me could’ve been insensitive…but that was the point. Teasing each other. Trading jokes and stories. Taking the heavy and transforming it into light.

It was how we’d survived this long. Being normal. Being together. Not letting this prison choke us.

“I’m okay.” I gave him a half smile. “Truly. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Did you meditate today? That always helps.”

“I tried, but I can’t seem to calm my mind enough.”

“Me either.” Resting his head against the stone, he sighed. “I just want it over with. The waiting is driving me insane.” He closed his eyes, and silence fell again.

I studied him, searching for signs of fever or regression in his strength.

I longed to check his pulse for myself. To press my ear against his chest and listen to how strong his heartbeat thundered. I needed it to be strong. I needed him to—

“You’re still worrying about me,” he groaned, his eyes still closed. “I can feel it. I told you…stop that.”

I laughed quietly.

It didn’t surprise me that he’d sensed me.

The connection between us no longer shocked or fascinated us.

It was just there.

A link made of love. A bridge between his soul and mine.

I dreaded to think how much that bridge would torment us when Victor’s training began.

Which led me back to my horrors and everything I wanted to say to him but didn’t know how.


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