All Chapters of Thirty Dark Nights.: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Tessa. “Write the lines. Both of you. One hundred each. ‘I will not disrupt academy order.’ Silence until the hour is up.” The door clicked shut. The lock turned. Ms. Harlan’s heels faded down the empty hallway. Twenty past eight. The rest of the Adult Elite Academy had already emptied for the night. Only the emergency lights stayed on, casting long shadows across the rows of desks. I dropped into the chair farthest from him and dragged the lined paper toward me. Tessa Kane. Nineteen. Scholarship student who still refused to pretend the rich kids owned the place. Across the room Rhys Colton spun a pen between his fingers like he had all night and none of the rules applied to him. Twenty. Trust-fund arrogance wrapped in the academy’s required blazer and loosened tie. We had been circling each other for weeks. Shoved shoulders in the corridor. Filthy insults under our breath in lecture. Last Tuesday it finally broke into an actual fight outside the library. She started it. He finishe

Tessa.“Door is locked. Clothes off. Now.”Rhys did not sit. He did not reach for the stack of paper. The second Ms. Harlan’s footsteps faded he was already shrugging out of the blazer and working the buttons of his shirt. I stayed in the chair for three full seconds, pulse hammering, before the same heat that had lived between my legs for two nights made the decision for me.I stood and pulled the white blouse over my head. The regulation bra followed. Cool classroom air tightened my nipples. Rhys watched while he unbuckled his belt and shoved trousers and underwear down together. His cock was already hard, thick, and flushed. He kicked the clothes aside and pointed at the open space between the rows of desks.“Floor first.”I stepped out of my skirt and underwear in one motion. The moment I was bare he closed the distance, kissed me hard enough to bruise, and guided me down onto the cold tile. He followed, settling between my spread thighs, and pushed inside in one continuous thrust

Miss Quinn.“Sign here, here, and initial the consent for full physical assessment including genital examination. Clothing comes off once you enter the suite. Everything.”The receptionist’s voice was flat as she slid the clipboard across the counter. I signed with a hand that already felt unsteady. Twenty-eight, newly divorced, and wound so tight I had convinced myself this private clinic’s “comprehensive sexual health diagnostics” was just practical. Nothing more. I followed Nurse Rhea down the quiet hallway, my pulse already climbing.The door to Examination Suite B clicked shut behind us.“Clothes off. Fold them on the chair. Stand in the center under the lights.”I pulled my blouse over my head, unhooked my bra, and pushed my skirt and panties down together. Cool air kissed every inch of bare skin. My nipples hardened immediately. I stood naked while Rhea walked a slow circle around me, tablet in hand, noting measurements with a flexible tape that lingered across my hips, under m

Miss Quinn.“It is only the floor nurse with the Carter imaging files. Stay exactly as you are.”Dr. Voss’s voice stayed calm even while the probe remained buried halfway inside my soaked pussy. The other nurse stepped in, dropped a folder on the counter, and left without looking toward the chair. The door clicked shut. The interruption had lasted less than thirty seconds yet every nerve in my body felt sharper for it. I was still strapped down, legs locked wide, clit throbbing under Rhea’s motionless fingers, the third orgasm hovering so close I could barely breathe.Voss finally moved.“We continue the final diagnostic. Full penetration under load for depth and response data. Nurse Rhea administers. I observe and direct.”He withdrew the slender probe slowly. The empty feeling made me whimper. Rhea reached for a thicker medical toy from the tray, smooth and slightly curved, marked with measurement rings along its length. Voss coated it himself with a heavy layer of gel, the sound of

Chloe’s POV “Kneel. Position One. Eyes down. Hands on your thighs.”I dropped to the floor the second the office door locked behind me. The robe was already gone. Dickson had taken it at the threshold and tossed it aside like it meant nothing. Cool air licked over my bare skin. My nipples were tight. The mess from the evaluation still coated my inner thighs, sticky and obvious.He walked around me slow. I kept my gaze on the dark wood under my knees and listened to the quiet sound of his shoes.“You will not speak unless I ask a direct question,” he said. “You will not move unless I move you. You will take everything I give and you will not come. Fail me again and the punishment will not stay private.”My pulse hammered between my legs. I could still feel the phantom stretch of his fingers from earlier. The memory alone made fresh wetness gather.Dickson stopped in front of me. He tipped my chin up with two fingers so I had to look at him.“Open your mouth.”I opened. He slid two fin