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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This wasn’t just missionary. Despite my attempts at being kind, threads of dominion worked its way between us.

I used her all while loving her.

She fought me all while staying quiet.

Having her here. Being inside her.

Fuck, I reached that pinnacle far too quickly.

“Come with me,” I grunted, thrusting faster, deeper.

“I don’t think I can without—”

“I’m not going to hurt you, mon cœur.” Reaching between her legs, I rubbed her clit. “I’m going to worship you every damn day from now on.”

“You can worship me and—”

“Stop talking and come for me. I want to feel you shatter.”

Her eyes closed and her brow furrowed.

I waited for her to try to break my resolve again.

But then she went submissive beneath me, granting every inch of her sovereignty to me.

Merde.

A lightning bolt in my veins.

The wickedest surge of power.

I grunted with despair. “Ily…don’t. Please don’t make me hurt you.”

Her eyes flared, locking onto mine.

Whatever she saw inside me made her wince. Cupping my cheek, she bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Fuck me, Hen. I’ll come for you.”

Lowering my head, I kissed her. My fingers stroked her clit, hard and rhythmic.

Sucking in a breath, she shuddered as her internal muscles feathered around me.

“That’s it,” I whispered. “Fuck, yes. Do that again.”

My eyes rolled back in my head as she clenched around me, dragging a curse from the depths of my blackened soul.

Fuck me.

Why?

Why did she have to feel so good? So hot, so wet, so mine?

Why did I want to hurt her all while I loved her with every scrap of my soul?

My hips rutted faster, my body taking control.

Her submission made me inch closer to that line and an orgasm wrapped thorny and sharp around my spine.

“Yes.” She cried out as I hit the top of her. “God, yes.”

“Fuck.”

Her arms landed above her head on the pillow, granting me complete control.

“Christ.” I jack-knifed into her, again and again. “You feel so good. Fuck, you feel so good.”

With a gasp, she surrendered her final piece.

My hand clamped over her wrists above her head, pinning her down.

Her entire body jerked with pleasure. Her eyes turned molten as she obeyed me like a good little—

Nope.

Not going there.

She arched her hips, driving me harder, deeper.

I lost myself all over again.

I tried to make love to her, to honour her and respect her.

But with every moan, she did her best to shove me into my monstrosity—the creature who would happily fuck her and bleed her and use her as if he didn’t need her in order to survive.

Our eyes locked as we fell into a silent war.

A battle neither of us acknowledged.

But the beast inside me did. Blackness whispered how quickly she’d come if I—

No.

Never again.

I shook my head.

I locked down those thoughts.

And Ily gave up with a huff. With a twist of her lips and a wanton moan, she shattered around me. Milking me to my own lacklustre climax. Granting us a release all while that release didn’t satisfy.

We came together.

We finished at the same time and snuggled until we fell asleep, but the truth hung between us in the dark.

Whatever had happened on that island had changed both of us.

It’d freed the most monstrous parts, the most honest parts.

I’d warned her what might happen if we played Victor’s sadistic games.

It seemed now we were paying the price.

The price of love being forever wrapped up with inescapable bindings of pain.

Chapter Thirty-Five

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Ily

I WOKE AND STRETCHED IN THE sunlight.

Happiness beamed through my every cell. The indulgence of knowing I didn’t have to rush out of bed for a job or a Master…heaven.

Rolling onto my side, I hugged my pillow and looked at Henri.

He lay on his stomach, facing away from me with his arms above his head, and a sheet pooling around his waist.

My heart throbbed with love even while the tiniest whisper of annoyance formed. I’d loved having sex with him last night. I’d come, and it felt good, but…it hadn’t fulfilled that ache. That burn. That utter annihilation that I’d grown addicted to each time he fucked me.

Memories flashed through my head: him flogging me before mounting me. Him delivering pain as well as outrageous pleasure. My core clenched. I reached to run my fingers down his back—to wake him up and try to tease him into snapping only…

Sunlight cascaded over his skin.

I gasped in horror as I bolted upright.

His beautiful back.

The part of his body that I’d lusted after every time he’d marched around our room in Joyero after a shower. The long sleek lines of muscle. The powerful breadth of his shoulders.

All ruined.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I traced the thick savage grooves of scar tissue. Criss-crosses and lattice marks scarred him from top to bottom.

He stirred as I pulled the sheet off his hips.

I choked on more tears as I focused on the taut muscles of his ass and the sharp lines embedded there.


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