Page 139 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Now it’s time for the beat down, I’ve been dying to give you.” Catch raised a hammer over his head and brought it down on Stevie’s skull.

While my husband bashed in Stevie’s head, I continued slamming the hammer into GT’s muscled body.

This was truly therapy for the soul. Several minutes later, Catch and I stepped backward admiring our handy work.

“Now all I can think about is eating your pussy while you come on my face,” my husband growled.

I bit my lower lip, staring at Catch. “I need that so much. It’s officially time for our romantic honeymoon to begin,” I purred.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

A WEDDING NIGHT TO REMEMBER

CATCH

Once again, I had taken matters into my own hands. The repeated stabbings of the knife into their thighs gave me some sense of release from my intense frustration. My wife, Bianca, had been hurt and it was my duty to protect her. So I made sure they paid for harming her. From now on, I’d have to control my anger better, because Bianca also needed an outlet for her rage. She was capable of destroying anyone who dared to cross her. I needed to find a way to inflict pain upon our enemies without causing death before she could get her retribution.

I stood at the hotel penthouse's floor to ceiling windows, with my hand casually tucked in my navy slacks pocket. I took a sip of whiskey as I admired the view of the Las Vegas strip. Suddenly, I heard the door to the master bathroom open.

“Callum," Bianca's voice echoed through the room.

Bringing the glass to my lips, I gulped half the glass of whiskey as I turned to her. Bianca stood in the center of the room with her hand poised on her hip. She insisted on wearing lingerie on our wedding night. I would’ve preferred she not wear a stitch of clothing.

I scanned her figure, admiring the way strips of diamonds connected her garter belts and lace panties, accentuating her gorgeous curves. The intricate diamond straps criss crossed over a golden lace bra, giving a subtle lift to her ample breasts.

Her long, dark hair cascaded in loose curls over her shoulders. She grew impatient with my silence and casually walked over to the wet bar. I finished off the last of my whiskey while keeping my eyes on her. Bianca expertly mixed together vodka and cranberry juice in a lowball crystal glass.

“Catch, it’s our wedding night. I wasn't walking out of the bathroom naked. I wanted to wear something sexy...for you.” She took a sip from her glass.

I approached her at a measured pace. I didn’t miss the way her gaze traveled over my body, hungry for what was underneath the navy suit I changed into after showering at the warehouse.

But despite her longing gaze, I remained silent.

“When you walked into the suite you could’ve taken off your perfectly tailored suit and waited for me on the bed.”

I snickered. “Is that what you wanted?” My deep voice bounced off the walls.

Her skin erupted in goosebumps, and her nipples hardened against the thin fabric of the bra. She was both nervous and aroused.

It amazed me the effect I had on her. I trailed a finger along her arm causing her to shiver. “Nervous?” I asked.

She poured more vodka into her glass. “No. Of course not. It isn’t like this is our first time together.”

My pretty little wife lied. She was nervous.

“It’s our first...” I raised a finger. “...and last wedding night.”

I winked as I sat my empty glass on the bar.

A tipsy giggle escaped her as she took another sip of vodka. I gently took the glass from her hand and placed it on the bar.

“Bianca," I said softly.

She reached for her glass again, but I stopped her.

"Leave it," I commanded.

“No, you’re making me nervous.” She lowered her head. “I thought you’d like this uncomfortable contraption I’m wearing.”

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