Page 15 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

My brows inched together. “You sound like a stalker.”

He smirked. “And you like it.” Catch tore his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

Fuck, he wasn’t lying. His words only made my pussy wetter.

Catch placed my hand over his heart. Colorful tattoos graced his chest. A fire breathing black dragon breathed fire over his heart. What was the meaning behind that? There was a silver dagger lying on a bed of red roses. And on the other side of his abs was a black rifle resting on top of a bloody skull. In time, I’d ask him what his tattoos meant.

“Do you feel that?” he asked.

It was beating at top speed. “Yes.”

“Bombshell, that’s what you do to me.”

“I can’t believe I make you nervous.”

“Bianca, I really like you.” His gray eyes held lust and adoration.

He grabbed the hem of my sundress and pulled it over my head, throwing it on the coffee table.

Catch licked his lips as his wide eyes roved my body. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“If anyone tries to harm you,” he paused.

His gaze flicked to mine. “They’ll die.”

My heart plummeted to my belly.Oh, shit.

I could see he was dead fucking serious. How would I hide the GT situation from him?

CHAPTER SEVEN

THE BOMB O

BIANCA

“Catch, that’s not...”

He placed a finger over my lips. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. You won’t even notice. They’ll be here today. Gone tomorrow.”

I pulled him with me onto the couch. His eyes on my body made him crazy and ready to kill people.

He rested his forearm next to my head. “No talk of killing anyone. We’re together. I’m yours.”

A sly smile lifted the corner of his lip. “I know you’re trying to calm me down. I’ll accept it.”

He sank lower, twirling his tongue around my brown nipple. My fingers slipped through his golden curls.

“Oh, fuck, Catch.” My legs widened around his muscled waist.

“I want to touch your dick.”

“Bianca, I’m not sure it’s safe to bring him out yet.”

“Catch, I just want to see it.”

He sat back on his knees and unleashed his dick. His length was impressive and so was his girth. It was the size of a thickcucumber. He stroked his dick from the base to the head, fingering the silver Prince Albert piercing on the side.

What the fuck? Oh, no. I wasn’t taking that.

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