Page 45 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Bianca turned to me inching up on her tippy toes. “Thank you, Callum. I didn’t know how much my soul needed this.”

My lips swept hers briefly. “Tomorrow your body will be sore from torturing these assholes. I’ll massage every inch of this beautiful body.”

“I can’t wait.” She deepened our kiss.

Later that night, after Bianca and I had disposed of the assholes’ bodies Kagan called. He confirmed he murdered and disposed of Glenn.

After me and Bianca’s long shower, we slipped into our plush robes and climbed into bed.

Staring into her eyes, I brushed the pad of my thumb over her cheek.

“Bombshell, Kagan took care of Glenn.”

Tears streamed down her beautiful face, and she exhaled.

I could tell she felt a weight lift off her. Her brother’s job wasn’t in jeopardy anymore. I hated she ever had to carry that burden.

She deserved the finer things in life. I was determined to give her everything.

I sighed into her hair. It felt good making those bastards pay for what they’d done to my woman.

“Catch?”

Pulling back, I met her gaze. “Yes, bombshell?”

“There are others who wronged me. In different ways. I need you to promise you’ll let me handle them.”

My brows lowered. “What?” I bit out.

“Bianca, fuck no. I’ll get rid of them.”

She smirked as her hand slipped into my robe. Bianca stroked my dick as she leaned into my ear. “Promise you’ll let me handle the others,” she purred as she rolled me over, straddling my dick.

Bianca wasn’t playing fair. She knew I didn’t play fair either.

“Ok, I’ll let you handle your other enemies.” I squeezed her ass.

“Ride my cock, bombshell.”

A smile so bright filled her lips.

I didn’t know what this woman was up to, but there wasn’t a chance I’d let her handle her enemies alone.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

MY MAN

BIANCA

My forever man. A title I was not accustomed to, yet one that fit perfectly. He was the man I didn’t know I wanted, but needed, more than anything else.

After all, I’d gone through in life, a boyfriend or forever man was the furthest thing from my mind. The only desire I had was for the right man to make me come long and hard.

Not one of those other assholes who doubted my worth or capability as a woman could ever make me feel the way Callum did.

His tongue skills were exceedingly good, and he knew exactly where and how to work his magic on me. His hands made me tremble with want, yet his dominance kept me safe from all harm.

You’d think I wouldn’t want to be touched after what those assholes did to me. But I guess you could say I separated the violation and the pleasure. I desired to be pleased by the man I chose. Those motherfuckas who took advantage of me couldn’t get my pleasure.

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