All Chapters of Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Chapter 281 - Chapter 287

OLIVIA“Is something wrong?” I glanced back at Colt, who had gone completely silent.He was staring at his phone like it was a living thing. A living thing that had offended him.I got off the bed immediately, wondering if it was Louise or worse, a message about the Gyehna. “What is it?” I asked, searching his eyes. He shook his head, typing quickly on his phone and then slipping it in his pocket. I frowned then, taking one step back. He wasn’t about to start all these secret dealings, was he?I had just opened my lips to speak when commotion from downstairs reached our ears. I hurried to the window to peek out as Colt said. “Olivia.”Pushing the drapes back, I frowned at the sight of Tara at the entrance, but my frown turned to a gasp when I saw the masked men holding a gun to her head. “Colt.” “Look away, baby.” He walked towards the window to pull me away, but I jumped back. “Look away? Morvian is here. I cannot have murders happen in the house he lives in. He could even be awa

There were no guards or masked men in sight when I drove into the garage, except, of course, the ones who had driven behind me.Unlocking the door of my boaty, my hand caressed the chrome-textured body, exhaling at the silence in the house, so absolute, it echoed.But this was home regardless, and I looked forward to coming back here every day more than I had done anywhere, even to my houses in all my adult years. Pushing the front door open, my eyes dropped to the floor where Tara had stood to announce her pregnancy, and my heart ached.I walked in quickly, swallowing for resolve about what I was about to do. The temporary housekeeper we hired was nowhere in sight, and my heels echoed back to me as I walked up the stairs. The bedroom was empty as well, and since Colt hadn’t told me he would be out of the house, I knew he could only be with Morvian.As I stepped out of the bedroom in my house slippers, I heard the sound of laughter, new, yet familiar, it was Morvian’s, it was mine.

When Colt consented, I knew there were some perks to dying after all. At another time he would have stuck to his guns. I would have gone ahead with it regardless, of course. But then I would have been hurting him. Although he would still experience some level of hurt now, it was a hurt he consented to. Just like the hurt I consented to every time he spanked me in the shower.“Fuck.” I gasped, because a spank on your wet ass hurt much more than it did on a normal day.He silenced my protest with his lips crushing mine, raising me up, and turning to pin my back against the damp marble wall while my legs circled his waist.“Colt.” I gasped, shivering against him as he bit my nipple, hard. He pulled away then, his hands moving to sleek my hair back, staring into my eyes and visually tracing the length of my naked body under the steaming shower, his tongue darting out to lick his lips once.I groaned, sinking my fingers in his wet hair. His erection was hard against my belly as I move