Diamond Kisses (The Jewelry Box #4)

She didn’t want this.

I didn’t want this.

I’d struggled to get it up.

It’d taken every trick in the book. Every memory of Ily. Every desire I held for her just to manage a half-hearted erection with my body on the brink of breaking.

But it’d been enough.

Victor hadn’t hacked off my balls at least.

But then…I’d been given my ‘reward’.

A reward that now sat stiff and silent on my lap. My body deep inside hers. My heart thundering with wrongness.

I felt so sorry for whoever had been chosen to take me.

I felt endlessly sad for Ily having to watch and myself for having to participate.

I would rather die than betray her.

To end my life before Victor could think of other ways to torture us.

I didn’t move a single muscle.

I willed my cock to deflate.

I wanted to forget, to pass out…

Only…

Soft, gentle hands landed on my lower belly.

I flinched as a zing of hot energy shot through me.

Energy that fed me better than any banquet from Victor’s kitchens.

Energy I recognised.

It can’t be…

Why would he—?

She stroked me gently, tentatively, teasing with the lower wrap of my bandages.

The softest cry escaped her.

And in a heart-blazing supernova, I knew.

Ily.

Fuck, Ily.

My cock leapt inside her.

Every shred of strength I had left arrowed between my legs and worshipped the girl I’d missed with every fucking piece of me.

So close.