All Chapters of Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“You must think me a bitch,” Her voice came out low, as her fingers crawled into her pussy, her nails parting the lips like rose petals.“You’ve always been a bitch,” I said, through gritted teeth.My bitch. But I did not say that out loud.Not that she would have heard me anyway, because her breath was already hitching as the ball of her thumb touched her clit.I could only think of how my finger would have done a better job. It was bigger, and would have covered the whole thing, pressed dow…“Ughhn,” she moaned now, her fingers beginning to circle her clit faster, “I like that description of me.” She giggled and then moaned again.“Bitch.” The word came out of my mouth, more strongly than I felt, startling me. But Olivia moaned again, arching her back.And I frowned.“Say it again,” she said, her free hand sliding her sleeve down her arm. “Say it.”I drew closer to her, hypnotized. Hypnotized by this arrogant woman, squirming on my bed, hypnotized at this new discovery of somethi

Oddly, no one said a word on the short drive home.Dean was awfully quiet, and Colt seemed more alive than I had ever known him. He was sitting straight, his body perked up and staring at the window.He had insisted on driving with us, and although I did not dare steal any more glances at him, I wondered if he feared Dean would hit me in the privacy of the car.I glanced at Dean.He was quiet and still, but his brows were furrowed, and he looked like he was in deep thoughts.I looked away, almost certain he was looking for clues about whether this was the truth. I tried to mentally follow all the footprints.Colt’s and I’s irrational assumed hatred of one another, our confrontation at the groom’s chamber, the priest’s office, and just yesterday when Dean smelled my perfume in his bedroom.Our car arrived at the Fletcher house all too quickly, and I looked up at my new home with dread.I slowed down, desperate for a chance to beg Colt to keep his mouth shut.But Dean took my arm, and

I spent the whole day at Harper’s, and stayed out an extra hour blowing bubbles when I got home.My new home felt strange, looming heavy. It felt more appropriate somewhere in Europe than on the US soil, and I was hesitant to go in. If this were a normal marriage, I would have suggested we buy a neutral house to make our matrimonial home, rather than live in this one his parents and grandparents probably lived in too.I finally dusted down the skirt of my pink dress, and walked inside. No one greeted me at the door, and after the front door closed with a merry sound, silence echoed.Was no one home then? I suspected the maids were still keeping away after Dean’s outburst earlier.There was something unsettling in the air, something I couldn’t name, but it made even the echo of my shoes on the wooden floor sound chilling.I hurried up the stairs to the master's bedroom, and pushed the door open.I froze.Sitting in the center of the bed was a white, large gift box. I looked around

I sat across from the police chief, my eyes occasionally darting toward the window where some pressmen waited like vultures. It seemed things were only getting worse. Dean had managed to shut people up about the rumor of Colt and I’s affair, only for a storytime of me dancing at the club to go viral.There were no videos or images of it, but other people at the club were in the comment sections, corroborating the story, and narrating how they were bullied into destroying the videos.I rubbed my sweaty palms together. It made no sense how something that happened in Europe would spread so quickly to the US.But TikTok, I guess.“Ma’am.” I heard the police chief’s voice as if from far away, and blinked back clarity.The man was staring at me, with a hint of confusion.“It seems you have a lot on your mind,” he said.I nodded, and picked up my purse.Digging in, I pulled out my tablet, “I am here to report a crime.”He blinked rapidly for a second, but said nothing. Then he nodded.I w

Colt walked behind me to the master’s bedroom and turned the lock. I hurried to the closet, partly in eagerness to get this damned thing away from me, and partly from fear of remaining locked in here with Colt for too long.We were a ticking bomb, but in a locked room? We were a freaking explosion! And the last place I wanted to explode was the master's bedroom I shared with my husband, his brother.“Not that he would mind anyway,” I muttered under my breath as I climbed up the ladder.“Are you OK?” I heard his deep voice call out from the bedroom.“Shhh,” I fired back as my legs shook a little.Anyone could hear him. What was I thinking when I brought him here?I reached my hand high to grab the box, but my hand touched empty air. I blinked, and moved my hand further to the right this time.But again, nothing, just air. My breath caught as my head contracted in horror. Has Dean seen it? Or was it the maids?If it was Dean, he would have confronted me already, and what could he be