Sapphire Scars (The Jewelry Box #3) Read Online Pepper Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Jewelry Box Series by Pepper Winters
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Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
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After so many weeks of giving in to animalistic urges—of encouraging my system to be dirty and bad and crave such despicable things, I couldn’t get through a day without some form of pain and release.

I needed it.

I grew itchy for it.

I craved him and his unique brand of torment.

God…

My insides clenched.

My breasts became painfully heavy.

A gush of wetness—

Yep, now he’d done it.

No way could I go down there without him fucking me.

A shadowy part of my mind judged me. The old me pitied the creature I’d become.

I feared I’d become an addict to fear and pain and suffered regular nightmares of going home, moving back into my family’s house, hugging my brother and kissing my parents, all while crave, crave, craving the absolute fucking madness that only Henri could cure.

My fingers sneaked across the carpet and latched around his ankle.

He sucked in a breath.

I looked up.

My body put on a performance for the cameras, but my eyes…they spoke the truth.

I need you. Badly.

He shuddered. Now?

I nodded.

Bending over me, he grabbed my elbows and hoisted me to my bare feet. “You know what? A cum necklace would be a waste. How about I fill you up, so you drip for me all night long?” Cupping me roughly between the legs, he drove the wispy fabric directly into my soaking core. “Would you like that? My cum oozing down your thighs? Knowing you’ve been fucked by me. That you belong to me?”

I convulsed.

My knees stopped working.

God, yes please.

“Fuck you,” I snapped.

“As you wish.” He smirked.

I love you, his eyes whispered.

Tossing me onto the bed, he flipped me onto my stomach and flipped the hem of my dress over my back. Kicking my feet apart, he unbuckled, unzipped, and fisted himself.

My heart pounded in my ears, my fingertips, my clit.

Every cell in my body wanted to submit and arch for him.

I needed him to fill me.

I wasn’t whole without him inside me.

But I had a show to put on.

A show we’d perfected, and Victor had bought hook, line, and sinker.

Pushing up off the bed, I made to feint to the side.

He snatched me and threw me back down. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Pressing a fist against my lower back, he kept me pinned.

“Get off me!” I struggled.

“Still so strong.” He dragged my hips off the edge of the bed. “Still so unbroken.”

“Get your fucking hands off me.”

“Either beg or scream. Your choice.”

I screamed.

He laughed.

Grabbing my ass cheeks, he spread me wide, and impaled himself deep, deep inside.

My pussy fisted around him, not making his takeover easy.

The pinch despite my arousal.

The thickness of his size.

It all pushed me into mania, and I lost it.

I fought the urge to surrender to him.

I forced myself to thrash and cry.

And my Master and twin flame understood both sides of me, both the act and the truth, the lust and the love. His fingernails dug into my hips as he grabbed me and pumped fast and fierce into my body.

His thumbs stroked me in those wonderful Morse code circles.

His cock punished me over and over again.

The bed creaked with his every vicious pound.

My ears rang.

My womb tightened.

A release percolated and popped in my blood.

“Fuck…” I couldn’t breathe. “You.” I gasped as he rode me like a manic beast.

He didn’t reply. His pace absolutely unhinged, his hipbones bruising me, his cock punishing my G-spot over and over and over…

Every inch of me prepared to leap.

Yes.

God yes.

I stopped fighting him.

I gave him everything.

I screamed for real as his hot hand slapped cruelly against my ass.

“Five strikes for making me so goddamn hard for you. You’ve got your juices all over me. How am I supposed to last the night knowing you’re this fucking wet?”

He hit me again.

Pain.

Glorious, frenzied pain.

I moaned.

He groaned.

Our pace reached delirium.

“Fuck, little nightmare.” He spanked me again all while his cock grew and throbbed, claiming me, maiming me. “Feel that? Feel how much I need to come?”

I nodded.

I gasped.

I yelped as he struck for the fourth time, sending me hurtling toward heaven.

“You and that damn tattoo. You’ve cursed me for life.”

I hovered on the cliff’s edge.

The fall looked so deep and black, full of starbursts and supernovas.

I just needed one tiny push.

A single little—

Thwack.

I combusted on his fifth strike.

I grew wings and flew.

My entire body came.

Waking and rippling, milking and fisting.

I made noises.

I begged for things. Nonsense, unknown things.

I wasn’t human as I shattered and fractured and—

“Ily. Goddammit.” Henri dragged me onto him. Crawling inside me as deep as he could go. “Ily. Fuck. Fuck!”

His release spurted and coated, branding me in hot, ropey liquid.

His grunts as he kept feeding me his orgasm threatened to push me into another.

I could barely see, hardly think.

He destroyed me.

When he finally shuddered and held himself locked inside me, I shivered at the sensation of him marking me forever as his.


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