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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“And that’s why you have to. Don’t you see?” I reached between us and grabbed his hard cock.

He hissed between his teeth as I jerked him off. “You want me to hurt you? After everything?”

“Victor thinks he’s helping free you. He expects you to be ‘cured’ from your little love disease. So…let him cure you.”

“What?” He stilled my hand, wrapping his fingers around mine. “You expect me to forget tonight? Forget this? Forget how I feel about you?”

“Not forget…pretend.” I squeezed him.

His eyes snapped shut.

Biting the shell of his ear, I whispered, “Play with me, Hen. Be the worst Master you can be so Victor trusts you. Do whatever it takes to convince him that you’re his.”

His entire body turned to stone. “What are you saying?” He yanked my hand off his erection. “Stop that. I can’t think with you touching me.”

“I’m saying you need to be the Master Victor wants you to be. Distract him. Mislead him. Keep his eyes on you instead of on…other things.”

“Other things?”

“He obviously cares for you. Even Rachel said she’s never seen him be this friendly with another.”

He groaned and closed his eyes. “Please don’t mention her name. I feel sick to my stomach for hurting her. Yet another woman I was forced to—” He pressed his lips together as if fighting his natural inclination to purge. “I—” His lashes flashed up. “I need you, Ily. Promise me. Promise me that it’s just us from now on.” Nuzzling into my neck, he pushed me higher up the wall and notched his cock against my entrance. “Tonight never happened, alright? Victor didn’t happen. Rachel didn’t happen. Only this.” He pushed slowly, carefully. “Only us.”

My lips parted as he filled me.

My eyes rolled back at the exquisite sensation of penetration.

Clinging to him, I panted as he slid all the way in.

We moaned in unison.

So much, so full, so right.

I clenched around him.

He groaned and pressed his forehead to mine, but he didn’t move. He just stayed deep and still, letting our bodies adjust, remember, and reaffirm that this was it.

No one else.

Just us.

Tears trickled over my cheeks as I held his stare. “You’re wrong, you know.”

He scowled. “Wrong about what?”

“That I hate you.”

He froze, his eyes filling with panic. “I don’t expect you to tell me things you don’t mean. Don’t lie to me. I won’t be able to stand it—”

“Mujhe tumase pyaar hai.” Leaning forward, I kissed him. “It means…I love you.”

His legs buckled. He almost dropped me. Slamming a hand against the wall, he staggered sideways before pinning me against the tiles again. His voice cracked. “What?”

I clung to his shoulders. “Je t’aime, Hen.”

“I-It’s not possible.” Fresh tears glossed his eyes; the violence I was used to from him rippled down his arms.

Snatching me close, keeping his cock deep, deep inside me, he wrenched off the shower and tripped onto the bathmat. Dripping wet, he carried me into the bedroom and fell onto the bed, wedging me beneath him, his cock still locked right where it belonged.

“Say it again.” His panic turned to desperation.

“I love you,” I whispered, kissing the tip of his nose.

A tortured noise fell out of him. “Are you sure? I mean…why? Fuck, how—”

“How?”

“God knows I’ve done nothing to deserve it. You should hate me. A large part of me needs you to hate me. I can’t handle anything else. I…I’m not worthy of anything else.”

My heart tore into pieces. “It’s because of your lack of self-worth that I do.” Arching my hips, I rocked against him. “You are worthy. I wouldn’t love you if you weren’t.”

He groaned. “Ily—”

Dragging his head down, I whispered too quietly for the cameras, “Tomorrow, when Victor forces us to do whatever sick game he has planned, we play together, okay? Promise me you’ll hurt me if he makes you. Vow to me you won’t make him suspicious.”

“God, I can’t.” He pressed his lips to my throat. “The thought of ever harming you again turns me into fucking knots. I wouldn’t survive if you broke.”

“But…” My nose wrinkled as I figured out the best way to say something so delicate. “But that’s who you are. You know it yourself. You need to deliver pain—”

“No.” He shook his head. “I’ll change. I’ll stop. I don’t want—”

“It’s who you are, Hen. Either because of what you lived through as a boy or what you need as a man…you can’t change something so ingrained. Not now. Not that quickly.”

“I can. Watch me.”

“Don’t hate yourself for what you need.” I ran my fingers down his damp back, making him break out in goosebumps. “You’ll destroy yourself if you do.”

“What I need is you.”

“And what I need is for you to play along with me.”

We were running out of time.

If we were going to hoodwink Victor, it had to seem as if Henri had snapped thanks to Victor’s tutelage tonight.


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