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"What are you up to?"

"Nothing. I just feel really bad about the way I handled seeing her. To be honest, it was a shock to my system. And I reacted badly. I'll do better."

"Really? Great! I'll call her now and tell her to be there in the morning. And you better behave, Bryce Cattaneo."

"Yes, mom." Bryce ended the call and leaned back in his seat. He smiled. Maybe working at the cafe wouldn't be so bad. His cell rang. He glanced down. It was his cousin, Vincent. "What's up, Vince?

"We dumped that rotten batch of fish for you," Vince told him, code for they'd gotten rid of a problem for him.

That problem had been the last manager of the cafe. The one who'd stolen from his mother and grandmother. After beating him within an inch of his life, Bryce left him with his guys and told them to get rid of him.

Now that the job was done, he could start looking for a new manager. But since Tati was back, he'd stay here long enough to get even with her, and then he'd leave.

"Thanks, Vincent. I'll see you next week."

"See ya."

Bryce ended the call. He sat there for a long time, staring at the wall, smiling. When he realized he was smiling, he schooled his features into a nonchalant expression. He wasn't smiling because of her.

He was smiling because of all the things he was going to do to her. She was his prey. He was the predator.

And this time, she wouldn’t be able to escape him.

Chapter Five

Bryceson

T

he sound of Bryce's heavy breathing filled the room, his chest heaving as he woke from a wet dream about Tatianna. His body glistened with sweat, arousal coursing through him like a wild river. The image of her face, her lips on his skin, was burned in his mind, refusing to let go.

"Damn," he muttered, running a hand through his dark hair.

Bryce lay naked in his king-sized bed, the silk sheets tangled around his legs. He couldn't shake the images from his dream – Tatianna straddling him, her nails digging into his chest as she rode him, her moans echoing in his ears.

With a frustrated groan, he touched himself, unable to resist the urge to relive those explicit fantasies. His fist tightened around his hard cock, precum already leaking from the tip thanks to the sex dream.

"Fuck you, Tati," he whispered, his voice raw and desperate as he stroked himself.

As he pumped his cock, he imagined Tatianna kneeling before him, her eyes full of desire and submission. The thought sent shivers down his spine. Though his heart still belonged to her, probably always would because he couldn't seem to control it, his body would never belong to her again.

That didn't mean the darkness within him, the part that craved power and control, didn't yearn for a chance to fuck her into submission. He wanted her back, but not for love; he wanted her to feel the same pain she had caused him when she left.

The thought of her hurting shouldn't turn him on, but it did, proving that he'd sunk as low as he could. The darkness inside made him want to make her beg on her hands and knees. He wanted to wipe away her tears with his cock as she stared up at him, eyes pleading with him to forgive her.

"Shit," he panted, his movements growing more frenzied as he stroked himself faster.

"Say my name, Tati,"Bryce demanded in his fantasy, gripping her wrists tightly above her head as he pinned her to the bed. The imagined feel of her soft skin beneath him only fueled his desire further.

"Please, Bryce," she whimpered, her voice breathy and filled with lust.

"Please what?" he teased, grinding against her, their bodies slick with sweat. "Tell me what you want, cara mia."

"Fuck me, Bryce. I need you inside me," she pleaded, her eyes brimming with surrender.

As Bryce continued to stroke himself, he thought about taking her from behind, forcing her to arch her back and submit to his every demand. He wanted to make her scream his name, to prove that she belonged to him and no one else.

"Do you want more, Tati?"he growled in his mind, pumping into her faster and harder."Beg for it."

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