CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
THE SLOW TAKE DOWN
BIANCA
L egs crossed I sat on the sofa in the spacious living room pecking away at the laptop keys. A smile lifted my lips as I watched the red head leave her building. The only reason I knew Gloria was leaving at this time was because I combed through a week’s worth of footage earlier tonight after the dinner at Tori’s. Gloria was Ritchie’s neighbor who was obsessed with him.
Earlier in the day, Tori went with Ritchie to get his cat back from his next-door neighbor. Let’s just say things got ugly.
The dinner was fun. I loved that the girls were in town too. Hanging with my besties was always a blast. For the first time in a long time, we didn’t have to watch our backs. However, we’d return to Chicago this weekend to put a stop to Tyra once and for all.
It would be nice just to chill with the girls and make sure the business was running smoothly in Chicago.
I peeked up from my computer and looked around the living room. The royal blue colors were pretty yet giving off bachelor pad. The next time I was here I’d add some brightness to the room like pops of yellow. Yeah, two yellow armchairs.
Biting my lip, I thought about how my husband tried to get me pregnant. I had a backup plan. No babies right now. Knowing my sexy husband, he wouldn’t rest until I was carrying our child. Luckily, we’d live between homes for a while. He wouldn’t be able to keep up with where I hid my real birth control pills. I chuckled as I returned my attention to the task at hand.
“Bombshell,” I heard from somewhere in the house. A door slammed next.
“Callum, I’m in the living room.”
He loosened his tie as he stepped into the living room. “How was dinner?” he asked before planting a kiss on my lips.
“It was wonderful.”
Catch sank onto the sofa beside me. “I’m happy you enjoyed yourself.” He removed my laptop from my lap and placed it on the coffee table.
“I brought food home. It’s in the fridge.”
He rested his head in my lap and stuck my fingers in his curls. “You brought food where?”
My brows pinched together. “Home.”
He smiled. “I just like to hear you call this place home.”
“It’s growing on me.”
Catch chuckled. “I knew it would.”
“How was your day?” I asked as I massaged his scalp.
“Longer than yesterday. I had to carve up a few cheap steaks.”
By steaks he meant his boss’s enemies.
“How about a luxurious bath?”
“That would be great.” His gray eyes popped open.
“After our bath, I plan to fill your pussy with my cum again. I won’t rest until you’re pregnant.”
“Catch, we can practice for now. We’ll start a family later. Please let’s enjoy this.”
He arched a brow. “What?”
“Quiet.”
"I'm ready for that bath now," he said, his voice low and seductive.
I attempted to move, and he pushed me down. Catch sat up and bent my knees planting my bare feet on the soft sofa oversized cushion.
“Catch, I thought we were going upstairs?”
He didn’t answer me. Instead he lifted one of my legs briefly and laid back down giving himself the perfect view of my pussy. He slipped his fingers into my panties under my tiny shorts. It was impossible to resist the sensation of his thumb circling my clit.
“Bianca, if you want to wait. We’ll wait.” But I could tell from the way his eyes darkened that he didn't want to.
I stared at him through hooded eyes. “Yeah?” I questioned in a breathy moan.
“Yes, Bianca.”
My husband was lying. But I was too far gone to care at that moment. I couldn’t stand that my husband had that effect on me. He knew just how to please me. Pleasure was going to have me fucked up.
"Callum, baby," I purred as I teased my nipples through my t-shirt.
“I’m going to enjoy watching you take my dick in approximately...”
With one swift movement, he pulled my panties aside and plunged his tongue into me.
I cried out his name as waves of pleasure coursed through my body.
His deep voice only made me wetter. “...twenty minutes.”
This man was going to destroy me. I knew that was his plan. Get me hopped up on good tongue and dick next thing you knew I’d be pregnant.
Catch reached up and gripped my breast as he circled his thumb faster.
My orgasm was building. “Oh fuck, Catch,” I yelled as I came in his mouth.
He continued to push his tongue in and out of my pussy as my walls clenched around his tongue.
“When you're pregnant, that pregnant pussy will make me even crazier,” he whispered huskily.
He slid his tongue from my core still dripping with my cum. Catch gripped my neck and pulled me closer, our faces just inches apart. "You taste so good, Bombshell," he whispered before claiming my mouth with his own, allowing me to taste myself on his lips.
“I’m hooked on you, Bianca. Your bodyguard will report back to me when men flirt with you. It’s time to extend my kill list.”
“Catch, baby, no.”
“Oh, yes.”
Catch picked me up and stood to his feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Only me and you matter. Forget about other men,” I said.
“Remember I’ll have another war on my hands with the fucking assholes in Baltimore.”
My fingers stroked his hair as we moved up the staircase. “Ok, Callum.” There was nothing I could say to stop his upcoming Chicago killing spree.
His stormy eyes widened. “Seriously.”
“Yes. There’s nothing I can do to stop you.”
I rested my head on his shoulder and inhaled his neck. He smelled so addictive. Two could play this game. I’d go to a Chicago nightclub one weekend while he was in town. I’d have a good time. The women would be all over my husband. I was sure of it. Then I’d be moved to kill too.