Semua Bab Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The belt fell from his hand as we dropped onto his famous Persian carpet, and he covered me with his body.His lips did not leave mine once, even as he kicked off his pants that had been around his ankles the whole time.The mood changed again, less aggression and more loving.“Hhh.” I gasped as his chest brushed my very sore nipples. “Sorry, baby.” His voice was low and soothing as he moved to kiss my forehead and cheeks.“You’re amazing, Olivia,” His eyes stared into mine, his hand running down my thigh and gently squeezing my ass.His eyes flashed.“I have to get you out of here. I can no longer stand the thought of you near your husband.”My back arched to his fingers invading me. “Because of one blow job?” I moan-giggled. “Partly.” My eyes flew open at his honesty. Then I laughed, but winced at the soreness in my throat.“I hurt you.” His tone was sorry.“I craved that.” I shook my head.And the sudden tears came from nowhere. “At the complex, I was so scared.”“Shh.” His fre

“You men killed her.” I turned to Colt, my eyes hot and stinging with tears.“What?” He pulled back, a confused frown etched on his face.“You and Dean said you were handling her.” I threw the duvet off me, my soreness and fatigue forgotten. “Was this it?”“Livia..” His face relaxed, “You need to learn emotional regulation.” The calmness in his voice tugged on something tender inside me, and yanked. “Fuck you!” I pushed myself off the rug,“I did not spend years in that cave for you to tell me about emotional regulation.”Colt wrenched me back, his eyes, hot flames, caving something in me, “You only learned to mask emotions, baby.”My brows knitted.“Your character since you reappeared has been consistent,” he leaned closer till our noses almost touched. “You are rash, quick to react, and throw accusations when things get uncomfortably hot.” One hand came up to rub my shoulders down in a soothing motion, his voice hypnotizing.Still, I was incensed, the most enraged I had ever been,

“You don’t love me,” I shook my head, and dragged myself off his bed.“What are you doing?” He watched me fish around for my clothes.“Getting the hell out of enemy territory,” I whispered more to myself, but I heard him move, and I flinched back.“Don’t touch me!” “I have never told anyone what I just told you, Olivia.” His eyes were clear and honest as he stopped in his tracks.I threw my hands up in frustration, my clothes flying with them. “What do you want from me, Colt?” I fisted my hair, staring at him.“I want to keep you safe. We have to be on the same side.”“We can’t!” I finally snapped. “There is already a conflict of interest. I want children, Colt. I did not realize how much until just now. I want to create a family and restore what my alcoholic father destroyed."He frowned, and I realized I just said too much. I bit my lip, and walked to sit on the edge of the bed.I kept my eyes pinned on the wall as he walked over to sit beside me. We were close, but not touching a

Colt was reversing fast towards us.I regarded Samantha for a second, then I peeled open Colt’s sunglasses, and put them on.“Running?” Samantha pulled me back, the first step I took. “Of course, you never outgrew that.”“Do you need something, Miss Vaios?” I stopped with a sigh.She gave a dry smile, “Miss Vaios? You’re fooling no one, fatso,” she giggled. My body stiffened but just as my self-control snapped, Colt got between us, crowding Samantha away so she was forced to step back.“What’s this?” His voice was low and ugly.“That’s my fucking line!” Samantha screamed, “You hook up with the fatso? No.” She paused, trying to look around Colt. “How are you even married to Dean?”“You’re gonna get hurt real bad in a few seconds.” Colt’s voice came out like a chilling prophecy, and Samantha finally shut up.“Go home, Sam,” he said finally.“You’re really taking her side?” Samantha’s voice came out soft and teary. And I swallowed a groan. The bitch!She was better than any Oscar-winni

I glanced out the tinted window, and back to Colt as he pushed my skirt back.The man actually bent his head, and stared into my pussy.Warmth spread all over my skin, and I think I dripped a little more. He was silent as he straightened up.Suddenly his hand grabbed my thigh, and he was pulling me over the console as his back fell against his seat.I gasped and blinked when I found myself staring down into his eyes.“May I?”I swallowed, nodding. This play-politeness was… I forgot what it was now because Colt’s fingers were under me, prying my pussy lips apart.His eyes were on mine the whole time, like a predator teasing the prey he planned to maul anyway.Then he spanked. My body jumped, instinctively pulling away from him as my pussy stung.But his free hand grabbed my neck from behind and pushed me down to his lips.We both went up in flames then, grasping at each other, tugging, scratching.“Fuck,” I bit into his neck to cut my scream when his fingers plunged into me almost p