All Chapters of Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

For the next couple of minutes, neither of us said anything. I wanted to take his hand, but I feared he wouldn't like that. So I folded my hands in my lap.“The first few months were difficult for me, but more so for Dean,” he continued. “He was the new heir and just twenty-one. He was up against business sharks, men who’d been older than dad.”I stared at him sadly, finally realizing why he never spoke to anybody back in school.We thought he was being a cool kid, but had no idea he was just broken.“To unwind, Dean would take me to our clubs, and we would drink and...” He shrugged. ”Sometimes do drugs.”“Aunt Sienna was worried, but since we always appeared normal every morning, she never raised dust. But Dean lost it one night. He said Stefan and his mom were the cause of everything, and we had to teach them a lesson.”“Under the influence, we drove down to their home, but Stefan was home alone, and in bed.” Colt inhaled now, his words shooting out faster. “It was all very quick

“The Connor boy can hardly stand you, it must needle him to death that you surpass him even in the business world.” Axel said. “But few people know I own Velora,” I said, totally unconvinced.“He must’ve found out somehow,” Axel shrugged, “Think of it, we’ve had almost a decade of smooth operations. And suddenly we get attacked right after your disagreement with him?”“Regardless of who’s behind this,” Sean cut in. “We have to nip it right now. Besides our reputation being at stake, we’re dead meat if our client list is published.”I cursed, grabbed the bottle of Macallan, and drank a glass of whiskey neat. I'll worry about the race later.About a decade ago, I started Velora with my friends, as a subsidiary to the business my mother left solely to me. And in all these years, Velora has remained the best place to get exotic escorts.This birthed our enviable clientele. I’d lost count of how many world leaders were returning customers. Besides the quality of women we provided, confi

I ran all the way to the tracks, my mind racing faster than my heart.I trusted Tara to keep her mouth shut, and not tell the boys what I told her.But this was all still a fucking problem.I had yet to find out who was behind this, or come up with a solution. Instead, I got an information dump I almost wished I did not know.The bikers' voices reached me now, and I cringed at having kept them waiting all this time.But even now, I had no idea how I was going to perform tomorrow with these worries on my mind.Was Olivia fooling me? I suspected there was a lot she wasn’t saying, and back in her car, she told me there were things she'd have to tell me some other time.But I worried she had no plans to tell me about this Rose thing at all.I was getting suspicious of even the little she shared earlier. Did her aunt really force her into marrying Dean, or was she simply on one of the cult’s missions?Delilah shot me with accusatory looks when I appeared, but she pointed towards a bike Ma

"Livia,” Colt said, “this is serious.”“You think I don’t know?” I tried to push away from him, but he pinned me to himself, his erection spearing my abdomen.Air rushed into my lungs.“You’re safe here.” His lips were warm against my forehead, my cheek, my hair. “I’ll hold you in my arms if it makes the story easier.”“Whatever you heard was true,” I said, wondering who he paid to dig into my past. Because that information was not supposed to just be lying around.In fact, it should not even exist, if my aunt had done as she promised.“I want to hear your version.”“I hope you’ll always say that.” The wistfulness in my voice caught me off guard.And I heard his breath catch. “I will.” His words came out slowly. “Please Livia,” and his finger began to run down my spine.My eyes closed at those words, my arms tightening around his waist, unsure exactly what he was begging for.“Come on,” his voice was soft and coaxing in my ears, and his palm closed around my butt.“Hhh.”“Spill Sonsy

Colt groaned appreciatively at my new position, his tongue circling my areola, spiraling down into my nipples that he’d left sore.“Fuck!” my moans bounced off the glass walls, squirming beneath him to avoid most of his tongue. But he brought one of his knees up to my back, supporting me like a bench as he continued his savage assault on my breasts.“Aren’t these lovely?” He cooed as he moved his lips to the other tit, his hand squeezing hard. “So full,” he groaned as if in physical pain, “So soft,” his tongue touched my nipple lightly and flicked.My body convulsed, pushing my breasts more into his face.He smiled, his eyes burning into mine.“So aware of me, needing my attention.” he cooed at my stiff nipple.“Colt!” My voice went to the roof as he bit in, painfully, and then his tongue swirled it up into his mouth to suck and maul it sore again, kneading it between his warm tongue and the soft roof of his mouth.He finally stood up, his tongue running along his teeth in sadistic