《On Thin Ice: A Forbidden Step Siblings Affair》全部章節：第 181 章 - 第 190 章

JaceValentina disappears into the bathroom and I hear the shower start.I pull out my phone and dial Marcus—my actual competent back up assistant—but it goes to voicemail. Of course. Which means I have to call Maria.She picks up on the second ring. "Mr. Norman?""The schedule for tomorrow's leadership workshop," I say without preamble. "Make sure the team is prepped and ready by eight AM. I want the presentation materials distributed, coffee and breakfast arranged, and the conference room set up exactly as outlined in Miss Vega's notes.""Of course, sir. And where will you and Valentina be staying tonight?"My jaw clenches. "That's none of your concern.""I'm just asking because if you need anything—""What I need is for you to do your job." My voice drops dangerously low. "If everything I just outlined isn't completed before I arrive tomorrow, you'll be looking for new employment. Are we clear?"A pause. "Crystal clear, sir."I end the call and toss my phone onto the nightstand.Th

JaceValentina is avoiding me.She claims it's because we're in a "professional space" and the thought of someone seeing us together makes her uncomfortable. That we need to maintain boundaries in front of the team.But I'm not stupid. I can tell it's more than that.The way she won't quite meet my eyes. The way she positions herself on the opposite side of every room. The careful distance she maintains whenever we have to interact.Something shifted last night when we heard that sound in the trees. We never found out what it was—probably just an animal—but the moment was broken. And now she's pulling away again.I kicked Noah off the retreat this morning. Had him escorted back to the city with his termination papers and a very clear warning about what would happen if he ever contacted Valentina again. The team watched it all happen during breakfast, whispers spreading like wildfire.Now we're gathered at the central clearing for the afternoon team-building activities. Some corporate

Val.He doesn’t stop.The single, brutal thrust that answered Maria’s knock becomes a rhythm. A relentless, pounding rhythm that steals the air from my lungs. Jace’s hips piston against my ass, each drive forcing a choked sound from me. I try to stiffen them, to bite them back, but it’s impossible. The pleasure is practically alive, sparking through my veins with every impact.My fingers scramble against the slick tile. I pinch my own nipples, hard, the sharp pain fusing with the deep, splitting fullness between my legs. He lowers his mouth to the juncture of my neck and shoulder. His teeth sink in, not breaking skin, but branding me. A claiming bite that makes my whole body bow.“Jace,” I gasp.“Yes, love?”'Love.' The word, wrapped in that rough, possessive tone, does something dangerous to my insides. My heart gives a wild, fluttering lurch that echoes perfectly in the clenching pulse of my cunt. He whispers against my ear, his voice a filthy, intimate scrape.“You feel how deep

JaceThe workshop site is eerily quiet now.Everyone left hours ago—some by choice, others because I strongly suggested they give us space. Now it's just me and Valentina, sitting in the small security office of the lodge, staring at grainy footage on outdated monitors."There." Val points at the screen. "Rewind that part."I drag the timeline back. The timestamp shows yesterday afternoon—right around the time Maria knocked on my door.We watch in silence as Maria approaches my cabin. She pauses at the door, pulling out her phone. Presses it against the wood. Stays there for several minutes, her expression focused.Recording us."That bitch," Val breathes."We've got her." I save the footage to a USB drive. "This is evidence. Clear proof she recorded us without consent.""And distributed it." Val pulls up her phone, showing the cascade of messages in various group chats. "I've been documenting everything. Every person who received it, every platform it was shared on.""Good. Our lawye

JaceThe prison smells like disinfectant and decay.I've been here before—once, years ago, when they first locked him up. Swore I'd never come back. Swore I'd never give him the satisfaction of seeing me again.But here I am anyway.The guard leads me through security, through gates that clang shut with a finality that makes my skin crawl. Finally, we reach the visitation room—small, sterile, separated by reinforced glass.And there he is.Edward Blackwell looks older. Grayer. The expensive suits replaced by orange prison garb. But his eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—are exactly the same.He smiles when he sees me. Actually smiles, like we're old friends meeting for coffee."Jace." He picks up the phone on his side of the glass. "It's been too long."I sit, reluctantly picking up my own phone. "Let's skip the pleasantries.""So businesslike. You've become quite successful, I hear. Built quite the career for yourself." His smile widens. "I'm proud.""Don't." The word comes out harsh.