All Chapters of Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

In a daze, I stumbled into my house alone. The rain was beating down even more heavily than I had thought possible, and the sky was so dark that I stumbled twice in my living room before reaching the light switch.I needed a drink, I needed to tend to my wound, I needed to bathe and wash these unsorted feelings off me, but most desperately, I needed Olivia.But I felt too soiled to do anything about it. I did not deserve her, not after lying to her face when she had been honest with me.Not after holding such an important truth from her.I flicked the light switch on, and turned towards the bar as the sky rumbled again.“Fucking hell.” I cursed at the loud blast of thunder that followed, my shoulders quivering. What sort of wretched weather was this?My fingers brushed past the bottles of Don Julio, Bordeaux, Remy Martin, Macallan 18, all enticing company for my melancholy, but closed around the tapered bottle of Lagavulin 16 and its irresistible smoky darkness.Unloading my pockets

Delilah screamed, as the electric charge crackled blue, white sparks flinting across her thighs. I took a puff of smoke and blew rings out into the air as I stared at her, and tried to untangle my thoughts. This was not enough punishment for what she did, but it was good enough to get my mind out of the muddle, enough for me to make sense of this video I was now watching on Delilah’s computer.A video of Olivia at the beach.I touched a button beside me, turning off the electrical switch behind Delilah. She slumped against the cords bounding her to the chair, quiet, having lost her voice minutes ago.“And you did not manipulate this?” I asked quietly, zooming in to see how close Rossi was sitting to Olivia, how little space there was between the two, and how more suited for each other they looked.Refined business people, elegant with almost no tattoos. Jealousy was an ugly emotion, and super unattractive, so I was hesitant to call this squeeze in my chest, this grainy burn behind m

“Olivia.” I groaned when her fingers fell past my belt, warm, gripping my achingly hard dick through my pants.Dropping my hand to her wrist with a smack, I clutched and pulled it away.This was not the plan. Not here.She groaned in protest. “Please Colt, it’s been days.” Opening her mouth more to me, her palm flattened against my cheek, caressing, fingers scratching my stubble.“I want you.” I groaned, tasting her tongue, the sweet hint of Nutella and syrup. “I want you bad.” She started to back away towards her desk.“Take me.” She pushed her breast into me, soft even under her all that clothing, and my dick jumped. "I’m yours. Take me.”“I know,” I breathed, sucking on her lips, juicy and plump, and so fucking soft. “You’ll always be mine.” I pushed my hand under her jacket, and her firm belly trembled to my touch. “Yes, you’ve been good, waiting for only my touch.”“I’m so wet.” She turned her head away, her lips parted and panting, and I dived for the soft flesh of her neck an

“You’ve not had the chance to meet our CEO,” I heard Dean say, and when I turned to him, he gave me a nod. I walked over to where he was standing with Nevan Norcross. “My brother, Colt Theordore Fletcher. He's quite the busy man between his many businesses, so you might not see him often.”Nevan turned to me now, and he did not have the burden of pretending because he genuinely did not know me. So far, he had only had to deal with Sean and Axel.“This is Nevan Norcross,” Dean said, “He is Omnexa’s CEO, and we’ll be seeing if their product idea is any good today.” Nevan and I shook hands, and said The usual nice meeting you and all the wonderful things we may or may have not heard about one another.Finally, I moved away as the board members started to settle into their seats. Every last one of them was present today, and my eyes picked out Rossi and Louise Auclair, the people I most hated at the moment beside Dean.I could see the anxiousness in all their faces as my eyes swept the

My fingers arched and brushed once, and Olivia leaned forward, placing her chin on her fist, her elbow on the glass top of the table as she discreetly bit her bottom lip hard, her eyes glassy.I brushed again, and her walls tightly squeezed around my fingers, her thighs trembling against my forearm.Three more minutes and the CTO would stop speaking, and I doubted Rossi had heard a word of what the woman had said.Which, I thought, was completely crazy seeing how he was the biggest shareholder beside the Fletchers, and held the most voting power.But if he was going to watch me pleasure my girl, and slowly stew in torment as his eyes became bloodshot, how could I deny him such a torture?I increased my pace now, brushing over the textured walls in front of her pussy, my dick painfully hard at how warm she was inside, how tight, at the memory of how those same walls felt against the crown of my dick.Olivia moved her head from side to side now, slowly, the first movement her upper body