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

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I mean nothing to you

I was still facing the window when I heard her walk out of the bathroom with hesitant steps. “Leave, Sony.” I said, giving her one last chance to stay out of this. But when I turned around, she still stood there. What was I thinking? The woman was stubborn as hell. “What was that about?” “Exactly what you heard.” I said, staring at her silver dress. Even now, her nipples were pointy beneath the dress. It could’ve been a result of the adrenaline from the last half hour. But I knew Olivia better than that. “You will not tell me what it’s about?” “No,” I said, pawing noiselessly across the polished wood floors till I was standing directly in front of her. “Why did you marry my brother?&rdquo

You're evil

“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

Lack of self-control

OLIVIA “You got a wild one last night, Colt,” Dean said, while helping me up the airstairs.“What?” Colt paused, turning at the head of the stairs.Samantha’s face appears behind him on the jet, curious.“That’s some passionate mark you've got there,” Dean said, and my heart jumped before I even looked up.And sure enough, there was the evidence of my lack of self-control last night, my impulsive bitchiness, all over Colt.Bloody hell. Why could he not just be refined and more elegant? If he bothered to wear a shirt, no one would see all that.Colt laughed now, and I winced at the relief in Dean’s eyes. I don’t know what the deal between these two was, but I was sure Colt loathed his brother as much as Dean adored him.He looked excited that Colt was smiling at him. “Yea, she sure was wild,” Colt said, tenderly rubbing his neck, not looking at me even once.But when I saw the jealous, hurt look in Samantha’s eyes, it was all worth it.We got on the jet, Samantha and Colt sitting o

He cannot move in

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

Dean is gay

I stared out the window as my driver hurried out the car to the trunk. The light rain slid down in rivulets down my window, and beat all the spots around the ragged man.I inhaled, listening to my driver shuffling the items in the trunk, and finally he appeared in sight, hurrying towards the man.The man looked up, his eyes wide with surprise at the sight of all the food and blankets.He spotted my car, but I was certain he could not see past the tinted glasses.He stood up and hurried into the rain anyway, something he never did.He leaned into the window, pressing his palms together, a plea for me to wind down.I sighed and pressed the control beside me. It was not like he would recognize me anyway.“Thank you, Madame, thank you,” the man said.I stared in his eyes, waiting, maybe, just maybe he would recognize me. Maybe he would recognize the purple eyes I got from him, or my rosy skin from the woman he beat to death.But he didn't.I nodded finally, and rolled the window back u

A strange call

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

B!tch

Ben must have heard his voice because the call disconnected.Dean was storming towards me, and although I should have stood frozen with terror that he had found Colt and I out, my self-defense kicked in.At the last second, my body twisted out his way, and he went crashing into a side lamp.But he spun around, “You think you can turn me into an object of ridicule in Sillicone Valley.”“Don’t you dare touch me!” I finally yelled, as he raised his arm.The arm stayed suspended in the air. “The day you presume you can hit me will be the day I kill you.”I saw the quick flicker of surprise and then fear in his eyes before they went cold again.I would never tolerate any hints of DV. It was a sore point for me because of my mother. I was ready to take anything, do anything to fulfill my mission, but physical abuse was not one of them.“So?” I walked closer to him, raising my brows. “What is so special about being a whore when you keep your lovers outside marriage.”I heard a dangerous lo

Hold tight

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

Aggressive goodness

As soon as Colt turned around, we rushed at each other, burning and impatient. His lips crushed mine, his tongue urgent and demanding.He took, aggressively, exactly how I wanted it.Those gloved hands moved down from my waist to my exposed thighs and I moaned.He spanked my ass and I moaned louder, jerking against him. Slanting his head, his tongue prodded further in my mouth. I had no doubt that my lips would be bruised and raw after this, but I loved it. I freaking loved it.“Yes,” my hands sunk into his hair, my thumb massaging his neck, inhaling his woody scent.I loved this aggression, the softness of his lips, how sweet they tasted, how their warmth burned into mine, almost charing, and sending desire rushing down between my legs.I wanted Colt. I wanted him so much. My hands ran down his back, moving through the moist hardness where I knew all those dark inks would be glistening.Colt groaned deep in his throat at my touch and that made me even wetter. He apparently was n

Caught?

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

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