All Chapters of Thirty Dark Nights.: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Sera.“Do not move. Do not fix your clothes yet.”Diane’s fingers were still inside me, slick and buried, while Mark’s voice hung in the kitchen like a hook. My orgasm had barely finished. My thighs would not stop shaking. She eased her hand free slow enough that I felt every inch leave, then brought those same fingers to my mouth.“Clean them,” she whispered. “If he smells me on you later, we are finished. Open.”I opened. She pushed two fingers over my tongue, salty and mine, and I sucked them while she watched the door. Down the hall a chair moved. Mark was not sitting anymore.“Di, did you hear me?” he called. “Maya’s ten minutes out. She wants the gray sweater from the guest closet. I can grab it if you are busy.”Diane pulled her fingers free and wiped them on the inside of my thigh, a dirty little claim, then yanked my underwear and shorts back up with quick hands. “Stay on the bed. Lamp off. If he opens this door, you were asleep and I was checking on you. Breathe like it.”Sh

SiennaJake’s stepbrother walked into the apartment like he already owned half of it.Ryan dropped his duffel by the door, taller than I remembered from the one holiday photo Jake had shown me, broader through the shoulders, and immediately clocked me on the couch in nothing but Jake’s old T-shirt and sleep shorts. His eyes dragged down my bare legs, slow and unapologetic, before he looked at Jake.“Nice place,” he said. Flat. “She come with it?”Jake’s jaw tightened. “She’s my girlfriend. Be normal for five minutes.”Ryan’s mouth curved, small and mean. “I’m always normal.”He wasn’t. He spent the first two hours making everything worse on purpose—taking the last of the good coffee, putting his feet on the coffee table, answering Jake in short, clipped sentences that made the air in the living room feel tight. Every time Jake left the room, Ryan’s attention snapped back to me. Not subtle. Not polite. Just watching, like he was waiting to see what I’d do with it.That night Jake had a

Sienna’s POV Jake fell asleep with his arm over my waist and his face in my hair. I waited until his breathing evened out, then slipped out from under him. My thighs were still sticky. I didn’t wipe anything away.The spare room door was cracked. Ryan was sitting on the edge of the bed in the dark, already hard, watching the hallway. When he saw me he stood, pulled me inside, and shut the door. No words. He turned me around, bent me over the mattress, and pushed into me from behind in one rough thrust. I was still loose and wet from both of them. He sank deep and started fucking me hard and quiet, one hand over my mouth, the other gripping my hip.I came fast, clenching around him, moaning into his palm. He kept going, pace turning sharper, until he buried himself and came again, adding more heat inside me. He stayed there, breathing against my back, cock twitching.The bedroom door down the hall opened.Footsteps.Ryan went still inside me. I froze. The footsteps stopped outside the

Avery.“Hands off. Breakfast is ready.”I jerked my fingers away from my clit. The door had opened without a sound. Dominic stood there in the same black shirt, sleeves rolled, watching the way my thighs were still parted and shiny from last night. My hand hovered an inch above the wet mess between my legs.“I didn’t,” I said. My voice came out rough. “I stopped.”“I know. On your knees by the door. Hands behind your back. Eyes down. You have thirty seconds.”I slid off the bed. Cum had dried on my inner thighs. The collar shifted when I knelt. The marble was colder than before. He set a tray on the low table in front of me: eggs, toast, coffee. He didn’t sit.“You eat only if you stay exactly like this and answer when I ask. First question. Did you touch yourself after I left?”“No.”“Second. Are you still wet from my cock?”Heat flooded my face. “Yes.”“Show me.”I shifted my knees wider. Cool air hit the slick skin. He crouched, ran two fingers through the mess, then held them up s

Avery.“Morning. Your brother declined.”Dominic’s voice came from the doorway. I was still face down, wrists and ankles cuffed to the bed, the strap across my hips. Hours had passed. My shoulders ached. Between my legs I was swollen and slick from the fingers he had kept working in and out of me while he waited for the text. He uncuffed my ankles first, then the strap, then my wrists. Blood rushed back into my hands. He didn’t help me sit up.“On your knees. Hands behind your back. The new rules start now.”I slid to the floor. The collar sat heavier than it had yesterday. He crouched in front of me and held up a second, thicker lock. Matte black. No key visible.“This one does not open. Not for your brother. Not for anyone. You wear it until I cut it off or until I decide you have given me what I want. Nod.”I nodded. He fitted it through the ring of the first collar and clicked it shut. The extra weight pulled at my throat. He stood.“Breakfast in twenty minutes. You will be kneeli