Page 150 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

I placed her on the bed and leaned in jamming my nose in the crook of her neck. My hard cock brushed her closed thighs through the towel.

“You’re safe now,” I said, inhaling her.

“I will destroy this earth to protect you.”

Her hands traced patterns on my back.

“Callum, you’re not destroying anything,” she countered.

But I ignored her words, climbing out of bed to grab a bottle of lotion. I returned and took my time moisturizing her beautiful gingerbread colored skin.

“A man so brutal when it comes to war. Who knew he could be so gentle.” She smiled.

Her sweet words couldn’t deter me from my plan.

My eyes narrowed. “The second you return to Chicago to handle business I’ll be worse than before. When the motherfuckers you have your heart set on crushing, I will squash them.” I leaned in closer. “I don’t care how many I have to kill. They will suffer by my hands.”

Her small hand curls around my pierced cock. “Callum, you promised to let me handle my enemies.”

My lip twitched. Yup, I promised and went back on my word when we tortured GT and Stevie. I barely left anything for her. How would I pull myself back next time? I needed a pound of flesh. These men hurt my wife. Could the next set of monsters she pursued be worse than the men we’d killed so far? I flashed a cocky smirk as I removed her hands from my dick.

“Oh bombshell, your enemies will feel my wrath. And for those men who deem themselves worthy to cat call and lick their lips while they watch you walk by. I’ll fucking burn them alive.”

“Catch,” she gasped in disbelief.

I grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and propped up her wounded leg. Inching lower, I rested her other leg on my shoulder.

“You can’t keep hurt—” she began, but her words dissolved into a gasp as my tongue slid along her folds, teasing and tasting her.

My free hand gently tugged her taut nipple.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.

I loved knowing I was the only man who could unravel her like this. Every moan, every shudder—it was mine.

“Shit, shit,” she whimpered, her fingers diving into my blond curls, gripping tightly. “I-I love you, Callum.”

I paused, smirking. “I’m Callum again, huh?” A deep chuckle rumbled against her slick heat, earning another gasp from her lips.

My beautiful little wife’s back was already arching off the bed. Still, I didn’t want to overwhelm her, knowing she was recovering from her injuries.

I clamped my teeth lightly on her clit, growling, “Relax.”

“I’m coming, Callum. I’m coming!” she cried out, her voice echoing in the room.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, mesmerized. Watching my wife fall apart on my tongue was a sight I’d never get tired of.

To say she was my weakness was an understatement. For a man like me who didn’t do love before her, she could truly get me killed if someone took her from me and held her hostage.

Her body trembled beneath me, her fingers still tangled in my hair as she bucked her hips against my lips. I savored every drop of her release, letting her pleasure wash over us both.

Pulling back, I licked and bit her inner thigh. Her hand went to her chest.

“Bianca, we can wait,” I said softly, watching her carefully.

“No. Please no. I need you, Callum.” She grinned through the pain. “The way my cum coats your beard.” Bianca blushed. “It’s so sexy.”

Easing up her body like a sleek lion, I lightly sucked her brown nipple into my mouth. I moved to her other nipple slicking my tongue around it. “Is that better?”

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