All Chapters of 100 NIGHTS OF SECRETS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I checked my reflection one more time in the elevator mirror. Red lipstick—his favorite. The black dress that hugged every curve. My long dark hair loose because he liked running his fingers through it.
My name is Alessia Moretti, and I'm completely, hopelessly falling for Dante Accardi.
We'd been dating for exactly one month. Thirty days since my father introduced us at a charity gala, since those dark eyes locked onto mine and I forgot how to breathe. Dante was everything—brilliant, powerful, devastatingly handsome. A self-made billionaire at thirty-two with a business empire that rivaled my father's.
Dad approved. Mother adored him. And me? I was drowning in him.
Tonight, I wanted to surprise him. He'd been working late all week, and I missed him. Missed his hands on my body, his mouth on mine, the way he made me feel alive in ways my sheltered, privileged life never had.
The elevator opened on the top floor of Accardi Tower—his private office level. His assistant had left for the

One week.
I'd been living in Dante's world for one week, and I was completely transformed.
He'd trained me systematically—teaching me positions, rules, protocols. Training my body to crave his control. I wore his collar constantly now, had bruises on my hips from his grip, bite marks on my thighs that I examined in the mirror with dark satisfaction.
But tonight was different. Tonight, he'd told me, would be my final test.
"What kind of test?" I'd asked that morning.
He'd smiled, dangerous and promising. "The kind that proves you're truly mine."
Now I stood in his playroom, wearing nothing but the collar, waiting. He'd told me to present, so I knelt in position—back straight, knees spread, hands behind my back, chin up.
The door opened.
Dante walked in, but he wasn't alone.
A woman followed him—tall, elegant, wearing a black dress that screamed money and power. She looked at me with cool appraisal, and I felt heat flooding my cheeks.
"This is Elena," Dante said. "She's... a colleague.



I should have known this weekend would be trouble the moment Maya suggested we take shots before unpacking.


“Come on, Em,” my best friend whined, already pulling a bottle of tequila from her duffel bag. “We’re celebrating our last winter break before real adulting kicks in. Live a little.”


I adjusted my glasses and tried not to stare at how her crop top rode up as she reached for shot glasses in the cabin’s kitchen. Maya had been my best friend since we were twelve, and somewhere around sophomore year of college, I’d realized I was completely gone for her. The kind of gone that made my stomach flip when she touched my arm. The kind that kept me up at night imagining things best friends definitely shouldn’t imagine.


“Emma’s right to hesitate,” Liam said from the doorway, his dark eyes amused as he hauled in the last of the luggage. “You remember what happened last time Maya mixed tequila with ‘celebration.’”


“That was ONE time, and the karaoke bar forgave me,” Maya shot back.



“Last night in the cabin,” Maya said as we descended to the playroom. “Let’s make it count.”
We’d drawn straws. Maya had won—or lost, depending on perspective. She was going on the Sybian first.
I helped her onto the machine, positioning her carefully over the custom attachment. It was designed to fill both holes, the dual penetration making her gasp even before we turned it on.
“Comfortable?” Liam asked, securing the restraints around her wrists.
“Define comfortable,” Maya said with a shaky laugh. “I feel incredibly full.”
Jason buckled the strap around her waist, ensuring she couldn’t lift off the attachments. “That’s kind of the point.”
I held the remote, power thrumming through me. Maya, confident fearless Maya, was completely at our mercy.
“Ready?” I asked.
She nodded, and I started it on the lowest setting.
The effect was immediate. Maya’s eyes went wide as the machine began to vibrate and rotate, the attachments moving inside her. Her hips jerked, but the restraints held her

Ethan stripped off his shirt, revealing a body identical to his brother's. Same lean muscle, same definition, but somehow the way he moved was different. More controlled, more intense. Where Evan had been eager and desperate, Ethan was deliberate.He kicked off his jeans and boxer briefs, his cock already hard and thick. I couldn't help but compare. They were identical there too, same length and girth, but knowing it was Ethan made my mouth go dry."Move over," he told Evan, his voice commanding.Evan shifted to the side but didn't leave the bed. His eyes were locked on me, dark with desire and something deeper. Love, he'd said. He loved me.Ethan climbed onto the bed, pulling the sheet away from my body. I was still covered in Evan's cum, sticky and cooling on my skin, and Ethan's jaw tightened as he looked at it."He marked you," Ethan said, his voice rough. "Made a mess all over you.""I..." I started, but he cut me off with a kiss.This kiss was different from Evan's. Harder, more