All Chapters of Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

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Who really drove Dean to madness?

The world faded around us, even the sharp claps of thunder that had been nonstop till this point hushed in the face of my fury as Colt and I stared at each other.I waited, hoping that, yet again, I was wrong, jumping to conclusions, and he had a good reason behind this. But he glanced between me and the phone, and from the tightness around his lips, I knew he did not know what to say.“How long?” I asked.“This is a set-up, Olivia.” He swallowed. “Someone is trying to mess with us.”“Set up, I-did-not-do-it, or set up no-one-should-have-found-out?” I said through my teeth, trying not to yell. His eyes darkened then, offended at my tone. But still, he said, “Regulation, baby.”“Fuck you!” I couldn’t hold it in anymore, and although I had my back turned to the bikers, I could feel everyone turn to look at us immediately.Colt put his arm around me, pulling me closer, and I let him, because although I was still so enraged, these were his people and I wouldn’t want to hurt his reputati

Bikers event

Sitting on the pew, I stared at the candles till my eyes hurt, and my vision distorted, when I heard him walking back into the chapel.I had no idea how long I had been here, if he left or where he went, but the storm was over, and it was winter again. The air, chilly and still. From the sound of his boots, I knew most of his anger was gone. Or maybe he had decided to hide it.I did not turn around even when I felt him standing tentatively behind me. “We should go back home.” He said quietly, and despite straining my ears, I could not accurately pick out the emotions I heard in that voice.I shook my head. “Let’s continue to the Soirée.” I couldn’t imagine returning to the house as if nothing had happened. Tonight would undoubtedly be awful, and that place with his comrades was the best place for him to get it all out and unwind.He moved then, and from my side vision, I saw him lower into the seat beside me. My head swiveled to him, immediately noticing his tense shoulders, and I

More secrets

I gasped as the bar seemed to freeze, even the jukebox went silent. Then chairs scraped back as others stood up, and for a heartbeat I feared there was about to be a bloody brawl.We were strangers here. And although I did not understand exactly how the biker world worked, it was offensive for a guest to fight a host in their own home. And what if this boy was the son of someone important?But right then, laughter spread round the tables, as the tension broke and the wild mood of the bar burned brighter. The old man laughed the loudest. “He’s still got it, I told you all!” I blinked, confused. Did everyone here really know him? What more did I not know about Colt? And did I fit it in this place where sheer violence reasserted dominance?Two men from our table led the Raven-haired man away, and I looked after him in pity, dazed and bleeding horribly from his face.“Don’t feel sorry for him,” Colt spat, and I turned to find him watching me. “That had been a test. He thought if you

A body double

I watched the men drink and discuss biker politics that made no sense to me except the fact that I thought it seemed a little like the mafia politics I read in weathered paperbacks I got from the library in my teen years.“Excuse me.” I smiled at the old man, and he turned to me with kind eyes, reaching out to pat my hand as I stood up.I mourned the chance I lost as I walked away. Those men had moved to our table before I even got the chance to speak. Stopping at the counter, I waited for the bar attendant to turn around before asking her in Hungarian where the bathroom was.Unlike the bikers, I doubted she understood a lick of English, and as she gave me directions, I nodded with a polite smile. Louise might be the devil's mistress, but she spared no cost with my education, and I had learned more languages than I thought I would ever need.When I returned from the restroom, I took one of the stools by the counter, deciding to hang out with the bar attendant, who told me her name w

Ghosts from the past

Did I want to sit Colt's doppleganger and have him tell me everything he knew about Colt? Hell yes. Did I want to spend one more minute in his aura, which was the roughest, darkest thing I had ever felt? I’ll pass.So I pushed off the bar stool, taking my glass of beer with me, said, “Have a good evening.”Perhaps it was time we returned to the rental. It had been an eventful night, and I was ready to be alone with my thoughts, and maybe with Colt.Have him answer all my questions. “You wear it well, you know?” I heard the stranger pull out a bar stool behind me, the wood legs scrapping against the floorboard.“What?” I turned back, even though I should have kept walking. Colt would notice us any moment now, and there might be a real brawl this time.“The danger,” he replied, drumming his finger on the countertop, the exact gesture Colt made when he was angry, but this time the man was summoning Bianka, who hurriedly pushed a glass of whiskey towards him. “You wear the danger like

More bad news

Torrin Reeve turned to me, leaning down as if to speak to a child, “Tell me sweetheart, how do you like his savior complex, this untamable urge to ride off and be the hero no matter who gets hurt.” That struck a chord in me, and scratched at fresh wounds, but I wasn’t about to turn my back on the man I loved in enemy territory. So I placed my hand in Colt's and squeezed. “Yes, let’s leave. I’m tired.”“Ah, A loyal one.” Torrin Reeve straightened up, and Colt stepped closer to him.“This is the last time you’ll approach my girl, Torrin. Stay dead.”Torrin Reeve grabbed him by the collar then, and I gasped, but the man gently pulled him close, like a lover he was about to kiss. “Trying for redemption?” He whispered so quietly I almost couldn’t hear him. “Can't blame you. She does look like the one you couldn’t save.”And to my surprise, an emotion I never thought I would see in a man like Colt flickered in his eyes. Fear. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, and moving his arm

Crumbling castles

I did not have to convince Colt to stay back. As the bedroom door shut behind me, he turned around and said, “We’ll wait the next couple of days to see if the cops catch this man.” “Or woman.” I stared into his eyes, a reflection of the fireplace behind me dancing in them. In this light, they looked completely white. White on white eyes with just a tiny dot of black at the very middle, like a full stop.“Not tonight, Olivia.” The wind humed faintly outside the window, weaving through the eaves. “Only a man would do such a sick thing.” He said, looking like he was about to throw up as he tugged his gloves off.Well, the situation was horrible if it could freak out someone like Colt. Someone with all kinds of torture tools in his house.My spine stiffened, but I shook my head and hurried to the closet.That was a stupid thought, Olivia. Very stupid. I sank into the fur padded stool, my purse crashing to the floor at the same time I heard him drop his keys on the marble table with a l

Time to pay up

COLTSmack!I was jolted awake by a sting, and when I opened my eyes, Olivia was hovering above me, looking unnatural in the undecided light of dawn.The woman was unreal, with her dark, dark hair hanging over my face now, teasing my skin, and running down her back in lush tresses to outline her milky skin.I stared into her eyes, those purple eyes that stunned everyone at first sight. She might as well be a goddess, and not in the cliché way, but in the exact description of goddesses by swooning male writers. However, this goddess was furious right now, eyes bright and flashing under the glow of her bedside lamp.She spanked me again, same spot, right on my balls.I winced, glancing down to see she’d taken my pajama pants off in my sleep.“I won.” She said, “Why did you not tell me I won?”I was about to ask how she expected me to broach the subject of games and blue balls after she locked me out of the bathroom last night, when I felt her warm palm wrap my balls and tug.“Jesus, Ol

Baby boy

I lay there uselessly, waiting, nervous at what might happen next, wondering if this was how other women felt all the time I had done this to them.If this is what Olivia felt as a switch waiting on my pleasure, knowing what it feels like to be a domme herself.She stepped out then and my heart stopped. She had not done too much to appearance, nor bothered to wear any domme get-up, but she looked like a queen right now. Her lips were red, red, from a lipstick that was meant to seduce, and her waterline and lash line darkened with mascara to make her eyes look catlike. That severe businesswoman-face looked even more severe.“I knew I’d win,” She said, and my eyes followed her as she moved to stand at the foot of the bed. She was completely naked under the sheer black bed robe, hemmed with frilly wool that made her look queenly, with her hands in black leather gloves.She emptied the contents of her hand onto the bedspace out of my sight, and straightened up. “So the first thing I d

An eager sub

I’ll never do this again, I repeated over and over to myself like a mantra.Why the hell had I been curious about this, when one look at those frosty eyes and stiff arrogant neck should have told me that Oliva could be a real mean bitch.“Are you cursing me out?” She called from behind me now, and I inhaled.“No mistress.”“Am I being mean?”“No mistress.”“Did you deserve timeout?” She asked, and I heard the familiar sound of the vibrator I used on her last night, start-up, as the sun made its first appearance, the light creeping slowly across the glass walls and casting golden rays like glitter into the room. I felt so exposed standing like this, vulnerable, but in a good way.It felt good to be physically incapable of thinking about any other thing besides how much I wanted to fuck her right now, how wet she must be. With my back turned to her and my eyes on the wall, my ears worked to overcompensate, and I could hear the faintest brush of her body on the couch, the whisper of th

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