All Chapters of Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The look in Olivia’s eyes showed that she understood I meant every word of that sentence. She gave me a nod. I stepped aside, and my hand made a sweeping motion covering the attic, inviting her to start anywhere she deemed fit.She turned away from me, and I went to sit on a couch, smirking at Norio, who was still cursing and huffing at us. I winced as I relaxed against the couch, my eyes finding Olivia again, who was now browsing the display wall, like she was in a supermarket aisle.Her eyes were focused, and the moment one end of her lip lifted in a smirk, I knew she had decided. But then her hand stopped on an item I was least expecting.She unhooked the metal bodysuit and the lead sprinkler, returning to this section of the attic where a tied-up Norio was sitting opposite me.Her silence was thrilling, her face tightly set but blank as Norio mellowed, and his eyes began to take on a worried look. She dropped the suit with a loud metal chunk on the floor before him, and turned

My black dress was all bloodied when I straightened up with the crocodile shears at exactly the two-hour mark since we got here.Colt stood up for the first time, walked over and stopped beside me as we started down at Norio’s dick.“Looks like a circumcision.” His voice was low as his eyes took in the pale, flayed flesh on the now unconscious Norio. He had passed out one minute in. “That’s one neat job,” Colt said, and I turned to see him watching me. I stepped back, suddenly weirded out and uncomfortable in this attic, with the rising sun showing every detail of the white room.The entire place was painted purely in white, and even the floors were white marble, which made the tiniest hints of color visible. And right now, there were more than hints of red.There was blood and goo everywhere, squishy on the plastic sheeting covering the floor, sticky and clinging to every torture tool I used, and even my gloves. I walked away from Colt, peeling my gloves off.I did not need to as

Colt’s eyes widened, unblinking as he stared at me. “Yes,” I smiled, feeling the first signs of mental exhaustion. “The very product that made Quivers cooperation into the father of tech was a stolen idea. Your father stole it.” Colt looked too shocked to speak, for the second time in one day. He had the same look as when I told him about the chip in my head hours ago. His reaction was a green flag though. If he appeared so horrified, it could only mean he knew the significance of this to my family, and would not want to keep robbing us of it.“Why did your family never sue?” He asked now, and I chuckled. “With what evidence? My uncle died in that war and his sisters were too young to know or do anything about it. Your father wiped off all evidence when he launched Quivers and the only evidence we have that Lawrence Auclair was actually the mastermind of the nanobot is his diary. What court would take that?”Colt sighed now, picking up his cutlery again with limp fingers. “There w

Colt’s eyes were fixed on mine, so dark they made my knees shake. And then he touched me. “I had a treat for you.” he leaned in close.The heel of my boot hit the bed and I stopped.“What is it?” I swallowed as his hand moved to cradle my neck from behind. Trapped between him and the bed like this, the heat from his chest burned against mine, and the metallic smell of his wound flooded my lungs, intensifying my depraved arousal.“Fuck.” I murmured when he leaned into my neck. “WAS,” he whispered in my ear. “You lost the right to my treat when you made an ill, exhausted man get up.”I stepped back with a frown, temporarily forgetting there was no more space between me and the bed, and I toppled right onto the bed.He was on me immediately. “You’re not going to tease me, are you?” I turned my head to the side, cheek on bed covers that felt like clouds, panting as the tip of his nose ran along the sensitive skin on my neck. “I can get away with anything as long as I subdue you, was

I wove my arms around Colt’s neck, moaning into his lips as he deepened our kiss, his lips tender and slow, the second time he would kiss me gently since I met him.He moved the bouquet to his left hand, and with his free hand, caressed my hair.Soon he was cupping my face, titling my head back to gain more access to my mouth.“Mmm.” My fingers sunk into his hair, massaging his scalp as desire began to pool between my legs. His warm lips on mine were sweet, a hint of the lingering freshness of mouthwash. His chest, warm against mine, as he molded my body closer into his.He tasted like Colt, fiercely protective and risqué, cool with a hint of edgy mint. And despite being so wet from the ticklish sensation of his tongue dancing into mine, this kiss felt different from what we usually shared.The flavor was different.He pulled me even closer till our chests were flat against each other, and he groaned, softly caressing my cheek.I clung to him, my chest light at the feeling of being k