Page 455 of Savage Bosses

Bryce's voice dripped with malice as he spoke. "I'm not the one who needs to be fucked. It's you. But if you beg me nicely, I'll take care of that for you."

Tati shook her head furiously. She couldn't say it. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of having her ask for his help. Her mind raced, searching for a way out. She could do this herself, right? Desperation clawed at her insides as she slipped her hands into her panties.

Suddenly, the bed began shaking violently. Panic surged through her, but her limbs felt too heavy to move for her to try to get off the bed. Thankfully, it stopped shaking just as quickly as it had started.

"Touching yourself is against the rules," Bryce's voice echoed through the intercom, his tone firm. "If you do it again, I'll be forced to handcuff you to the bed."

"Fuck you!" Tati yelled, her hands flying out of her panties as if they'd been burned.

The thought of being helpless, handcuffed, and at Bryce's mercy filled her with equal parts rage and excitement. She blamed the excitement on the drugs. Tati's body trembled again. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms in an effort to keep her hands away from her aching core.

"Good girl," Bryce muttered over the intercom. "Now, ask me to come fuck you."

Tati's heart thundered against her ribcage as she bit down on her tongue, tasting blood. Her body trembled, torn between need and defiance. She shook her head, refusing to give in to his twisted desires.

"Fine," he chuckled darkly, the sound sending chills down her spine. "I'll wait. I've been waiting for five years. What's another hour or two?"

The question was, could she wait? Would she be able to resist asking for the dick? With each passing second, the unbearable craving continued to claw at her insides, threatening to consume her.

She closed her eyes, blocking out the sound of Bryce's voice as he told her how good he'd fuck her. He told her that he'd slam his dick into her until that aching need vanished, leaving nothing but pleasure that would make her scream his name.

And the worst part was, she knew he could do it. He'd done it before, plenty of times. She'd dreamed of him doing that to her for five years. She desperately wanted it now. But she wouldn't give in. She wouldn't let him win. This was not how they started over.

Tati's body betrayed her as she writhed on the bed, her hips gyrating against the air in desperation. Her hands fisted the black sheets, nails digging into the fabric while her mind screamed for relief. Her throat was raw from holding back her pleas.

When she just couldn't take it anymore, she whispered hoarsely, "Fuck me, Bryce."

The sound of the lock clicking echoed through the room like a gunshot. Tati's heart raced, both excitement and fury surging through her veins. The door creaked open, and there he stood, summoned by her desperate words. Bryce slowly approached the bed.

Impatience forced her to say, "Just hurry up and fuck me so this ache can go away."

His laughter made her want to punch him in the face before she rode him until she came three times.

"Be patient, sweet Tati," he drawled, his tone dangerously soft as he stopped beside the bed.

"Are you going to fuck me or not?" she gasped, the throbbing in her pussy becoming damn near unbearable.

"It depends on how well you behave."

"Like hell, I'll behave for you," she shot back, her eyes blazing with defiance despite her body's betrayal.

"Your choice, sweetheart," Bryce drawled, his fingers skimming over her bare thigh, making her skin prickle with goosebumps. "But remember, I'm the only one who can give you what you need right now. It's me you need. It's me you crave. No one else can give you your fix. I'm your drug. Your antidote. I'm what you need."

Tati clenched her jaw, hating the truth in his words. Even before he’d drugged her, he’d been the one she needed, the one she wanted. With each passing second, the fire within her only grew more unbearable.

"Fine," she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Fine, what?"

She swallowed. "I'll behave," she whispered.

"Good girl," Bryce praised, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he climbed onto the bed, pinning her with his gaze and his body.

Tati barely had time to brace herself before Bryce claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss, his bitter hatred and pent-up desire colliding in a violent dance. She clung to him, loving the way he hated her and loving the way he desired her even more.

This feeling was toxic as fuck, but she reveled in it as she bit his tongue, only to have him chuckle and kiss her harder. For now, they were bound together by their darkest needs. But who would emerge victorious in this twisted game remained to be seen.

Tati's body burned with an insatiable heat, the drug coursing through her veins and making every touch feel electric. Bryce's kisses were rough, demanding, and she craved more, pressing herself against him, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath his clothes. Desperate for more skin-on-skin contact, she tried to take his shirt off, but he stopped her.

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