Emerald Bruises (The Jewelry Box #2) Read Online Pepper Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: The Jewelry Box Series by Pepper Winters
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
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She jolted. A breathy little moan. “No. I mean…hell no. I hated you hitting me. I—”

“You were wet. I noticed your arousal before you hid it with your t-shirt.”

“No, I—”

“Let’s see, shall we?” Tossing my fork onto my plate with a clatter, I dragged her up by her elbows. The suddenness in which I scooped her from the floor and draped her on my knee ensured she didn’t fight. But the moment I turned her to face away and spread her legs over my thighs, she stiffened into ice.

Victor smirked and fed a few mouthfuls to Rachel by his feet.

He didn’t interfere, and the porno began at the top of the ballroom. The guy prowled toward the girl. She wore the scantiest sundress and clung to a dishtowel as if she were a meek little housewife about to be ravaged by the handyman.

Drawing out Ily’s discomfort, I turned to Victor. “Who’s playing tonight?”

Victor dragged his gaze down Ily’s body, spread and trembling on my lap. “Kirk and Suri. A Norwegian boy I stumbled upon a few years ago trying to score ecstasy in the wrong place, and a Persian girl who was given to me in a trade for an alexandrite gemstone.”

Ily’s head snapped up. Her tension of being held against her will manifested into haughty disdain. “Alexandrite? How the hell did you get your hands on alexandrite?”

I squeezed her breast through her blingy black bra. “Hush.”

“Let her speak.” Victor chewed his way through a piece of chicken. “You act surprised, my sweetling, to know I have other hobbies outside of skin and sex.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She pressed a wrist to her forehead. “How perfectly awful of me to judge.”

“Ily.” I pinched her nipple. “Quiet.”

Victor stopped eating and gave her his full attention. “Why do you think I’m so interested in jewels, Ilyana? It’s not because I randomly chose a theme, you know. It’s because I too—like you as I recall—enjoy traveling the world and digging up precious gems. I own shares in many mines. I dabble in a great many things.”

“What things?” she snapped back.

He merely gave her the sickest, cruellest smile. “Let’s just say, there are plenty other precious trophies that can be mined and not just from rock.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means, shut the fuck up and prove to me that I’m right,” I ordered, cutting their conversation off.

She twisted in my arms to face me, her hips still spread over my thighs. “Let me go.”

I grinned, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her cheek. “I’ll tell you what...”

She stilled into stone.

“I’m going to touch you. I’m going to slip a single inquisitive finger inside you.”

She sucked in a breath.

“If…” I ran my nose along her cheek. “If you’re dry and truly feel no attraction toward me, I’ll put you down, feed you every mouthful of this delicious dinner, then allow you to go to bed unmolested.”

Rachel flicked us a look, catching Ily’s churning gaze.

Ily quickly glanced away, a blush creeping steadily over her cheeks.

“And if I’m not?” she asked ever so quietly.

“If you’re not?” I smiled, my cock aching to take her. “If you’re as wet as I think you are. If you’re as sensitive and ready to snap as I believe. Well then…I’m tossing that dinner into the storm and having you as my meal instead.” I patted the table. “Right here. On your back. Where everyone will watch me eat you out, then fill you up.”

She shivered and tried to slip off my knee.

“Ah ah, where do you think you’re going?”

She refused to meet my eyes. “Henri…”

“Master H, if you don’t mind.”

Her teeth clenched. “Master H. I—eh, I’m not feeling well. You wouldn’t want me to throw up all over you, would you? Put me down before I—”

“Can’t fool me with that one, little nightmare.” I chuckled. “I’m well acquainted with nausea, and you, my wet, wanting girl, are the opposite of weak and nauseous.”

On the stage, the handyman had the wife in a chokehold as his hand strayed down her body and up her dress. With her splayed to the crowd, everyone saw the moment his fingers penetrated her.

A few Masters snapped their own fingers, ordering their jewels to service them while they ate.

Ily bared her teeth in fury. “You’re all sick. This whole place is wrong.”

“And you’re affected by it. Same as me.” I kissed her bare shoulder.

“I’m disgusted by it.”

“You’re wet because of it. You’re wet because of me…admit it.”

“Never. I would rather die.”

“Prove it.” I looked up, drowning in her golden rage. “Take my hand, guide it between your legs, and show me.”

“What?” Her eyebrows furrowed into a disbelieving frown. “Y-You can’t be serious.”

“Show me. And this all stops.” I licked my lips. “If you’re dry, you’re free. For tonight at least. But…if you’re wet. If you clench just once around my finger, then…you’re never allowed to lie to me again. You give in like I have. You agree to play along with me, just like I asked.”


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