All Chapters of Thirty Dark Nights.: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Ivy “I need a wife by Friday,” Mr. Hale said. “You need two hundred thousand dollars. That is the whole conversation if you want it to be.” I stood in front of his desk with my resignation letter still folded in my bag because I had come here to quit before I got evicted. I had not come here to marry my boss. “You cannot be serious.” “I am always serious in this office, Ivy.” He turned the contract around. Thick. Tabbed. His name already signed in black. Dominic Hale. Mine was a blank line. “The board wants stability. My father wrote it into the trust. Married before thirty-five or I lose the controlling share. I am thirty-four and eleven months. You have been in this building six years. You know my schedule, my press, my mother’s charity circuit. You also know what I pay you, which is not enough to cover what you owe.” My throat went tight. “You looked at my finances.” “I looked at why my assistant has been taking lunch at her desk and answering emails at midnight with hospital

IvyThe judge said my new last name like it already belonged to me.I said I do with Dominic’s ring on my hand and last night still tender between my legs. He signed the license in the same black ink as the contract. The photographer in the lobby caught the kiss the lawyer had told us to make look real.It did not have to look real.Dominic’s mouth lingered a second past appropriate. His hand sat too low on my back. When we turned toward the elevators I made the mistake he had dared me into.“Dominic.”His eyes cut to mine.He did not wait for the elevator.He pulled me into the first-floor coat alcove behind the courthouse security desk, a sliver of space with winter coats no one was wearing in September, and shut the little door with his foot. My back hit the wall. His mouth was on mine before I could tell him someone could walk in.“I warned you,” he said against my lips. He yanked my skirt up, shoved my panties aside, and found me wet from sitting through vows with his come from d

Maya’s POV “Stay right there and watch,” he said without stopping.I froze in the doorway of Ms. Harper’s office, heart slamming against my ribs. Dominic Reed had the English teacher bent over her desk, skirt shoved high around her waist. His thick cock slammed into her from behind in hard, wet strokes that filled the quiet room with the slap of skin on skin. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the edge of the wood. A red-marked report card lay face up beside her cheek.I should have turned and run. Instead my feet stayed glued to the floor while heat flooded between my legs. He was bigger than I had imagined, the thick vein along the top of his shaft visible every time he pulled almost all the way out before driving back in. Ms. Harper moaned into the desk, the sound muffled and desperate. Dominic’s dark eyes locked on mine over her shoulder. He never slowed. He just smirked like he already owned the secret between us.“You like what you see, new girl?” His voice was low and r

Mia.“You’re dead in bed, Mia. Like fucking a warm corpse. I waited all week for this and you just laid there.”Mark’s voice still sat in my ears when I slammed my front door. No sorry. No softness. Just that flat, disgusted tone while he pulled out of me after two minutes and told me I was inexperienced and unresponsive. I had spent days touching myself in the shower, buying the lace set, shaving everything, practicing how I would moan for him. He called me a disappointment and sent me home with my panties still on and my cunt still wet.I dropped my bag in the hallway and stood there shaking. My thighs stuck together. I was still aching. Still empty. I wanted to scream. Instead I walked toward my room on quiet feet because the house felt too still.Then I heard it.A low creak. Then another. The thin wall between my room and theirs carried everything. Mom’s broken moan. The wet slap of skin. Marcus’s voice, rough and deep.“Take it, Anna. That’s it. Open that married cunt for me.”I

MIAThe study lamp was the only light.Marcus sat in the same chair as that afternoon. Door already closed behind me. The rest of the house sat quiet and huge around us. Mom was asleep down the hall. One floorboard, one moan too sharp, and this became a ruin I could not lie my way out of.“Lock it.”I locked it. My hands shook anyway.“You came wet,” he said. “Good. You do not rush me. You put me in the mood. That was the medicine. Start with yourself. I want to see the girl who is doing this so a boy will stop calling her a corpse.”The reminder landed dirty and true. Mark. Dead in bed. Two minutes and a sneer. I was here to learn how to move so I could go back and make him eat that word.I sat on the edge of the couch and pushed my shorts and panties down my thighs. I left them hooked at my knees like I might need to yank them up if the hall creaked. I spread my legs and slid two fingers through my folds.I was soaked. The first touch made me flinch. I circled my clit slow, then pus