All Chapters of Thirty Dark Nights.: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Melisa’s POV Jace’s words stayed in my head long after his footsteps faded down the hall. I lay beside Gates in the dark, legs pressed tightly together, feeling the slow warm leak of his brother’s come still slipping out of me onto the sheets we shared. Every time I shifted the wetness reminded me exactly what I had done. Guilt sat heavy in my chest. Hunger sat heavier between my thighs.Morning came too fast. Gates was already dressed and scrolling his phone when I walked into the kitchen. Jace stood at the counter pouring coffee, wearing only a black t-shirt and those same low sweatpants. His eyes met mine over the rim of his mug and held.“Morning,” Gates said without looking up. “I’m out the door in ten. Late night client call again. Don’t wait up.”“Okay.” My voice sounded normal. My body did not feel normal. I could still feel the stretch from the night before.Jace set a mug in front of me. His fingers brushed mine and lingered a second too long. “Sleep well?”“Fine.”Gates gr

SIENNA.“What the fuck are you doing here, Sienna?”Kael’s voice hit me the second I stepped into the lake house, rain still pouring off my clothes onto the hardwood. He stood in the living room doorway, shirt half unbuttoned, dark hair damp, looking like he had been here for hours.I dropped my bag. “Parents said the place was empty this weekend. I needed to grab the rest of my stuff before the sale.”His eyes dragged over me, slow and deliberate, pausing on the way my wet blouse stuck to my breasts. My nipples were already hard from the cold, but the look on his face made them tighter. Heat flooded between my legs so fast I had to press my thighs together.“You could have called,” he said.“And given you time to leave? No thanks.”We had done this dance for years. Our parents married when I was sixteen and he was twenty-three. I moved out the second I turned eighteen because sharing a house with him felt like living next to an open flame. Now I was twenty-four, he was thirty-one, an

Mrs Hale.“You understand the rules, Mrs. Hale. Once I give the signal, you run. I get three minutes head start tracking. When I take you down, you submit for the full twenty. No fighting after the first pin. Safeword is red. Everything else is mine until the time ends.”Rhys Kade’s voice stayed low and even while he checked the thin tracking band around my wrist. His fingers brushed the inside of my pulse and I felt the contact all the way between my legs. The late afternoon heat of the private concession pressed against my skin like a second set of hands. Dust hung in the gold light. Cicadas screamed. My husband believed I was on a standard photographic safari two camps over. He had no idea I had paid Rhys under the table for this.I had watched Rhys for three previous trips. Watched the way his shoulders moved when he lifted a rifle, the way sweat darkened the back of his shirt, the calm way he spoke to dangerous animals. I had gone home to a cold marriage and touched myself thinki

Mrs Hale.“Move. Now.”Rhys grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a low run through the dark grass. The lodge truck headlights swept the ridge behind us. Every step forced more of his cum down my thighs. My shorts were soaked through. My top still sat under my tits where he had shoved it. I did not bother fixing anything. There was no time and I did not care.We reached his open Land Cruiser just as the other vehicle crested the far rise. Rhys shoved me toward the back, climbed in after me, and yanked the canvas half closed. The interior smelled like dust, leather, and the sex already coating my skin. He did not speak. He simply pushed me onto my back across the rear seats, ripped my shorts the rest of the way down my legs, and freed his cock again.“They will search the overhang first,” he said, voice rough. “Then they will sweep this track. We have minutes. Spread.”I opened my thighs. He drove into me in one hard thrust that forced a broken moan out of my throat. The seats creaked un

Elena’s POV “Turn around. Arms up. You missed half your back yesterday and the sun will not be kind today.”Jax stood in the open doorway of my cabin holding a bottle of sunscreen, already bare as every other resident. Morning light spilled across the floor and across me. I had slept poorly, waking twice to the feeling of cool air on skin that still had not adjusted to being permanently uncovered. My nipples tightened the moment his eyes moved over them.“I can manage.”“You cannot reach the middle of your back or the lower curve of your ass without twisting like you are trying to hide. Hiding earns warnings. Hands stay where I can see them while I do this.”Conflict flared hot in my chest. The lawyer in me wanted to argue jurisdiction and personal space. The probation rules left no room for it. I turned, arms lifting, and felt the first cool slick of lotion across my shoulders. His hands were large, work-rough, steady. He spread the sunscreen in slow passes, covering every inch of m