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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Once I’d found each jewel and created—I didn’t know…a Facebook group chat or some way of always being there for each other, I then wanted to track down my half-siblings.

I wanted the girls and boys I remembered huddling in that nursery block to know they weren’t alone like I’d always thought I was. Q might not want anything to do with his father’s bastards but me? I was one of those bastards, and it was about time I did what I’d failed to do as a kid and look out for them.

Ily didn’t say a word as I marched with the slightest limp up the patio steps and into the lounge at the back of the château. Toeing off our snowy boots, we cut through the dark living room, avoiding a few dog chew toys and Lino’s scooter.

Everyone had retired, leaving the place in shadow.

The scents of pesto pasta that we’d shared for dinner still lingered in the air, garlicy and homey, adding yet another layer to my happiness.

Ily giggled under her breath as we cut into the foyer, and I pushed her against the banister of the fancy curved staircase.

“You’re suddenly very eager.” She grinned.

I kept my eyes on hers all while flashbacks of my past tried to distract me with memories I’d willfully forgotten.

The paintings on the walls differed to how they’d been when my father had dragged me through the house to the wing where he kept his harem. The carpet had been gold then, but now it gleamed a dark blue.

The first day Tess had taken us for a tour and shown us where the indoor swimming pool was, the conservatory, and offered the use of the library, I’d feared my memories would overwhelm me.

But somehow…those ghosts kept fading the longer I heard laughter in the halls instead of screams. The horrors of my childhood blew away each time Lino charged past with the dogs or I caught my brother yanking Tess into the shadows for a quick grope.

Tipping my chin down, I pressed my mouth to Ily’s.

She moaned and yanked her gloves off, then threaded her fingers through my hair. Her tongue speared past my lips. She took the kiss and made us ignite with all those flames, all that heat.

Grinding my hips against her belly, I rocked against her.

Our kiss turned wild. Our heads dancing, noses grazing, teeth occasionally clacking.

I groaned as I cupped her breast, only to find a handful of jacket. “You’re wearing far too many clothes.”

She snickered. “I know how to fix that problem.”

“Me too.” Grabbing her hand, we shot up the stairs.

We laughed as we ran-limped down the corridor.

We tripped into our room, kicked the door closed, and attacked one another.

This was good.

This was passion.

I could handle being rough as we tore each other’s clothes off.

I could participate as she dropped to her knees, took me in her mouth, and sucked me.

And I could allow a piece of my blackness to unfurl as I snatched her from her knees, tossed her onto the bed, and smothered her body with mine.

What I couldn’t do was bite her until she bled or spank her no-longer-bruised skin.

Her fingers landed on my back, tracing the nasty mess of scars.

Her legs snapped around my hips as I reached between us and guided myself to her scorching wet heat.

She gasped as I penetrated and groaned as I slid all the way home.

We lay there trembling, gasping as we returned to each other after being apart for so long.

And then, we began to move.

Slow at first.

A rocking, a claiming.

We kissed and licked and despite her fingers turning to claws on my back, deliberately granting pain to retaliate, I stayed kind.

Worshipping.

Our eyes caught as I looked down at her, flushed in my embrace. Knowing I was inside her. Feeling her all around me.

I couldn’t stop myself as I tipped her chin to the side and latched my mouth on her neck. I licked her scar and kissed her softly.

“Do it,” she groaned. “Bite me.”

I licked her again instead. I ignored the urge of all that darkness. I fell into lust, not cruelty.

I arched into her, taking her hard but devotedly.

She gasped as I thrust into her and moaned with frustration as I refused to go too far.

The bed tapped against the wall with our every rock.

“Henri…please.”

Her plea was too similar to my dreams when she refused to wake up.

I withdrew and plunged back inside her. “Here. Have me. Take every piece.”

Her hands landed on my ass, pulling me harder against her. “You’re holding back.”

“Ily, stop.” I groaned. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Even if I beg?”

My blood heated with black. “Especially if you beg.” I captured her mouth and kissed her. Shutting her up. Silencing her temptation.

My pace increased until our hearts thundered, and the sounds of sex echoed around us.


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