Page 50 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Fine, then I won’t be present for it.” Her hands fell away, and she stared through me.

“I kill for you, Bianca.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “I know. But not everyone has to die. Sometimes they just need to be tortured and put back in their place.”

My eyes scanned hers for understanding. “You don’t want to kill him?”

“Not right away. Maybe I just want to take away his freedom. End his God complex.”

Her fingers caressed my jawline. “Let me have this, Callum.”

I stuck my tongue out and slid it across her lips. “That all depends on if he touched you.”

She gasped.

Still gripping her neck, I grabbed her thigh, hoisting her up into the air. Slamming her back against the wall, I watched her shocked expression turn to pleasure as I slid my pierced cock inside her tight walls.

“Oh fuck, Callum.” Her fingernails dug into my corded arms.

“It seems we have a breakdown in communication,” I gritted out as I slid in and out of her pussy.

“You don’t get to kill alone, Bianca. We are one, baby. And my job is to protect what’s mine.”

I released her neck, and she took in air. Shit, maybe I choked her too long.

Her trembling lips pressed against mine. “Oh, Callum, why do you feel so fucking good inside of me?”

“Easy, baby. Because you were made to be mine.” I increased my stroke, watching her fall apart in my arms.

“Together we’ll take down whoever hurt you,” I promised.

“Callum,” she breathed, trying to protest again.

“It’s not up for discussion. When I find out he touched you, I’ll cut his fingers off, burn them, then feed them to the motherfucker.”

Her pussy tightened around my cock. Bianca’s body jerked in my grasp. I loved watching her cream all over my dick. Clearly, my words turned her on.

Her hooded eyes danced over my face. “Why do I find it so attractive when you explain in great detail how you’ll torture and kill someone for me?”

“Because somewhere in that brain of yours you know I’m supposed to slaughter those who’ve wronged you.” My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I gripped her thigh tighter, unleashing a stream of cum inside her pussy.

“Bianca,” I roared, before clamping my teeth on her neck.

We stood together for a moment longer as our cum seeped out of her. I placed Bianca on her feet and turned her body to the water. My back was plastered against hers as I squeezed my favorite shower gel over her breasts.

“I know his name. Bianca, I just want to hear the words come out of your mouth.” I lathered her body.

“Catch, you said we’d take care of him.”

I palmed her breasts as the water cascaded down her body. “Yes, we will.”

She peered up at me. “His name is GT.”

“Good job, bombshell. You deserve another orgasm.”

She smiled wide. “Oh, I do.”

I wrapped my woman in a towel and whisked her off to the bedroom. In the midst of this fucking madness with Ritchie and Tori, I’d collect that motherfucker. Teach him a lesson before mywoman could get her hands on him. He’d pay for touching what was mine.

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