All Chapters of Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“You cannot do this.” My horror turned to rage in an instant. “This is not Keith. I’ll not just sit and watch you do this to him.”“This is all your fault, Wifey,” Dean said, nodding at his guard who came forward with a thick leather briefcase. “You dragged him into this.”“You must be sick if you think I will let you hurt him.” I began to run towards Harper, who had now been gagged.But two of Dean’s guards grabbed my arms and pushed me back. My eyes widened.“Did you just touch me?” I yelled, thinking how foolish I was not to have maintained the employment of at least two of the Auclair bodyguards.“Strap her up,” Dean said, as he unlocked the briefcase and flipped the lid. My eyes fell on the content as his men dragged me back toward a chair at the other end of the room, and I paled.“You are a monster!” I screamed, struggling as the guards tried to make me sit still on the chair. “Leave Harper alone.”Dean’s eyes roamed around the room, and he nodded with an impressed pout. “It w

COLTI sat at the edge of my bed, listening to the approaching sound of pointy heels on polished wood.And when my door pushed open, my breath caught.Olivia stood there in blood-red lace and silk lingerie. I stood up, her boldness instantly fueling my desires. I’d known she would show up. But I had no idea she would come looking like this. Wearing this thin dress that barely covered that ass, held up by a criss-cross of strings on both sides.“This is not a dress, Sonsy,” I said, circling her. “Denying me the pleasure of undressing you?” I stopped behind her, and leaned forward till our cheeks were touching, and I could hear her soft breaths.They shortened now at our contact, becoming heavy as her chest fell and rose.“It covers what’s necessary.” She responded softly, and my eyes could not leave those red-painted lips, glossy and full. My gaze fixed on the way they parted and moved as she spoke.The woman was elegant even now.“I don’t think so.” I murmured, moving my hand arou

The game of chess changed everything. My bedroom became wrapped in red gauze, separate from the lighting.Sexual tension hung in the air, as we prepared for the psychological battle on the black and white board.“Why do you need me to handle Quiver Corporation?" Olivia asked, her voice back to brisk business as her hand hovered above her pieces.“That’s the only way you can protect yourself from Dean,” I said, running my eyes down her cleavage, tracing the bare flesh and the nipples just out of sight, nestled in her lingerie.“That means you have no plans to protect me, since I chose to marry him after all.” She smiled cynically.She pushed her pawn to d4, right in front of her queen. Weirdly, I found this aggressive move painfully arousing.When she caught my eyes, her nipples tightened, and I ached to pull her over the table and bite them.“I intend to protect you. But you’ll need to be able to protect yourself too.” I swallowed her bait and placed my pawn on d5. “I could suddenl

Olivia remains the sexiest woman I've ever seen. Even disheveled, she looked like a playboy model.Her dark hair, mussed, splayed out like silk ribbons on the pillow, eyes wide, eyeliners smudged.“Mmm.” She rocked her hips now, and my nails dug into her thighs.“Stay still, baby.” I gritted my teeth. I had to savor her body, enjoy this surreal moment of finally being balls deep inside her.If she moved again, I would bust.She opened her eyes, caught me admiring her body, and sucked on her bottom lip.“Don’t do that.” My breath caught, and I lowered my chest over hers till I could feel her breath and she could feel mine.Then I began to move.Her lips fell open, in a surprised O, and hell, she was incredibly sexy at that moment.I ground my hips in a slow thrust, letting my shaft massage every inch of her velvet course, obsessed with every bit of the textured softness.She squirmed under me, moaning my name.Her warmth drove me insane, making me clench my teeth and release shaky br

OLIVIAThe thought of dawn was unbearable. I wanted to remain in this magic. This pleasure chamber, far removed from the eerie house and chaos that was my life. “You've been bad.” His hands and tongue ravaged my body.And I moaned, breathless under him. His lips were warm, his tongue curious, and his teeth greedy.“aahn,” my body tried to escape his grasp. But he yanked me back in position, his grip bordering on pain. “You've been very bad.” he murmured in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, fingers squeezing my thigh. My breath hitched. Wrapped in his essence like this, his skin directly on mine, I felt a little like him. An unclear boundary where Oliva stopped and Colt began.We were one.No shower could take his scent, that rich woody smell, off my skin now.But he pulled away suddenly, bringing me back to reality with this awful topic. “We need to protect you, baby.” His voice was curdled.“Colt,” my left hand slid down his back. Why could he not just drop it?I discu