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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I was a rich son of a bitch, and…for the first time in my sorry excuse of a life, I was brave enough to call myself a sadist.

Sadist.

I chuckled as I ripped off another hunk of bread.

Sadist…

What exactly did that word mean?

I’d never really bothered to look it up.

All I knew was it meant someone who got off on inflicting pain or humiliation on others. Well…if that was the true definition, I’d been doing that my entire life. To myself. But at least the masochistic part of me was dead and buried and this morning was just. So. Fucking. Glorious.

Reaching for the sweating butter, I added another curl just as thirty jewels, in boxers, negligees, and nakedness, tumbled out of Victor’s castle and tripped into the garden. In a flurry of feet, they darted to the front of the deck and kneeled, one by one, into a tidy horizontal line with bowed heads and praying hands.

Victor strolled out from the banquet room that spilled with its many open doors onto the deck, his right hand holding a plate topped high with sugary treats. Behind him, the huge dining room with carved architraves and exquisite works of erotic art, held a buffet fit for a court of a hundred kings, offering delicacies from roasted pheasant to saffron-infused scrambled eggs.

His team of waitstaff inconspicuously kept everything flowing, even with quite a few men selecting their favourite dishes. The barista who hand-delivered my latte—the perfect accompaniment to my fresh-out-of-the-oven baguette—must’ve roasted the beans in fucking heaven because I’d never tasted such a fine brew.

Everything tastes better when you’re free.

I smirked.

Fuck yes, it did.

And the best part?

I wouldn’t be seeing any of it later.

My pathetic sickness was over.

Resting his plate of mini pastries on my table, Victor slipped his hands into his silver slacks and strolled to the edge of the deck. Rocking on his heels, he surveyed his jewels as if they truly were sheep who’d been drawn into a tight flock.

Halfway down the line, my gaze snagged on Ily.

My heart quickened.

Desire pricked my veins.

Her skin glowed in the golden sunshine, highlighting a few ugly band-aids hiding the cuts I’d given her. She kept her chin low and eyes hooded. Her blue-black hair shimmered with sapphires but looked unkempt.

Shifting forward in my chair, I narrowed my eyes.

In fact, blood still smudged her in places. A perfect crimson fingerprint on her left breast where I’d squeezed as I’d driven my tongue inside her.

She hasn’t showered.

If someone shone a blacklight on her, they’d see streaks of my cum between her legs.

I’m still inside her.

My cock rose.

I pressed it down.

Last night had been the best orgasm of my life; I wanted another.

Now.

I wanted to fuck her in the light of day. In front of others, I didn’t care. I wanted to test my power and hammer a nail into the coffin of the heartsick idiot I used to be.

“Is there something you wish to tell me, my sweetlings?” Victor smiled kindly, interrupting my fantasy of snapping my fingers and summoning Ily to blow me under the table.

The tiniest part of me still feared that regret would swarm the moment I saw Ily again.

Could I truly, fundamentally change in a single night?

But…seeing her now?

That answer was yes.

Yes, I was changed.

Yes, I was free.

But most of all…I was still me.

Still me and open to all feelings—no longer wanting to ignore any of them. That heady rush of possession and aggressive wave of jealousy only made my need for her erupt into a fever I never wanted to cure.

You’re never going back…are you?

The inner voice sounded like a wing-torn angel who’d judged and tormented me my entire life.

I chuckled under my breath and shook my head.

No, I was never going back.

Not for anyone or anything.

Not for a brother I didn’t know or a girl I’d only just met.

I liked my little nightmare.

I still liked my little nightmare.

But why would I ever want to free her when the outside world didn’t understand me, my blood kin wanted to kill me, and the girl I part owned could run away from me?

Fuck that.

I’m home.

She’s home.

And we’re never leaving.

Victor huffed when no one responded to his heavily veiled, dangerously soft question. His loafers skimmed the deck as he paced up and down, up and down. Clucking his tongue, he said, “Let’s start off easy, shall we?”

A few heads came up before ducking quickly.

“Can someone please explain why my security footage showed all my precious jewels were missing from their beds this morning?”

Shoulders hunched; hands balled.

“Or perhaps you can explain why you all ended up in a skin sandwich on the vault room’s floor?”

Ily flinched and raised her head. With bravery glittering in her strange golden stare, she opened her mouth to—

“I had a nightmare,” Peter blurted. “I, eh…woke them by accident, and they followed me into the gem room.” He hung his head. “They were only trying to console me, Sir V. I’m sorry—”



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