Page 458 of Savage Bosses

"Fuck, Bryce... I used to touch myself while thinking about you," she admitted, the words tumbling from her lips in a desperate, ragged confession.

"Thinking about this?" He curled his fingers inside her, hitting that perfect spot that made stars dance behind her eyelids.

"Y-yes!" Tati choked out, her body tensing as her orgasm loomed just out of reach.

"Tell me you need me, Tati," he growled, his fingers moving faster and more relentlessly than ever. "Tell me you can't live without me."

"I need you, Bryce!" she sobbed, her nails digging into the sheets. "I can't live without you!"

Tati's entire body bucked as Bryce's tongue flicked over her sensitive clit, sending electricity coursing through her veins. She arched her back, gripping the sheets tighter as his skilled mouth worked her into a frenzy.

"Please... don't stop," she begged, her voice barely more than a breathless whisper.

His smirk vanished, replaced by a shadow of pain that flickered across his face.

"If I would've begged you not to leave me, would you have stayed?" Bryce asked, his voice rough as gravel.

He didn't wait for her answer, increasing the intensity of his touch. Tati's mind raced, struggling to form words in response to his heart-wrenching question. But before she could find the right words, her orgasm slammed into her hard. She jerked against his fingers, crying out his name in ecstasy and desperation.

"Br-Bryce!" she gasped, body shuddering from the aftershocks of pleasure. As her orgasm subsided, Bryce removed his fingers from her, leaving her spent and exposed.

Bryce stood up, his eyes never leaving Tati's flushed face. "That should tide you over until the next wave hits." His words were like a cold shower, snapping her back to reality.

She blinked at him, still panting from her orgasm. "What do you mean, 'next wave'?"

"There's clothes in the closet and toiletries in the bathroom," he informed her.

"Bryce, what do you mean bynext wave?"

"Trust me, you'll know when it happens." Bryce's tone offered no comfort, only a promise of more to come.

He turned on his heel and left the room, the lock clicking into place echoing through the silence. Tati lay there for a moment, feeling exposed and vulnerable as the implications of his words sank in.

Her body was still tingling from the pleasure he'd given her, but now she felt the creeping dread of what might come next. The heat was going to return.Shit. Yawning, Tati suddenly felt very exhausted, too exhausted to get up and go to the bathroom.

She fell asleep for a while, but there was no clock in the room to tell how long she’d been out. Tati stirred from her sleep, feeling the warmth creeping through her body again. It was still dark outside, making her realize the windows must be blacked out.

She didn’t know if it was day or nighttime. The room was dimly lit with candles that hadn't been present before. They were casting a soft glow over the luxurious sheets tangled around her legs.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath, throwing them aside and stumbling out of the bed. She made her way to the bathroom, remembering Bryce's words about the "next wave" coming.

As she stepped into the cool bathroom, Tati noticed the toiletries Bryce had provided for her. They were some of her favorite skincare products - masks, serums, and creams she'd had before moving to France.

It struck her how much thought and planning must have gone into his twisted game. For some reason, that made her weird ass smile. Her smile disappeared when that ache between her legs started again. Tati sighed.

Maybe a cold shower would help. She undressed and turned the shower on. The icy droplets from the showerhead stung Tati's skin as she tried to numb her body from the ache that continued to spread.

A sigh escaped her as she tilted her face away from the water, careful not to get her hair wet. The cold water was a temporary reprieve but ultimately futile; no amount of cold water could wash away the heat coursing through her veins. As she stepped out, shivering and wet, her body still burned for Bryce's touch.

Tatianna applied lotion to her damp skin, trying to ignore the sensations it stirred within her. She pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail and reached for a robe. Returning to the bedroom, Tati searched for something more substantial to wear.

In the closet, she found more black lingerie that seemed designed to reveal rather than cover. Frustrated, she dug through the drawers, only to find red lingerie mocking her attempts to stay covered.

"Is this a joke?" she hissed under her breath. "Bryce!" she yelled, her voice laced with irritation.

"Something wrong, sweetheart?" Bryce's smug voice echoed through the room, making her blood boil.

"Where are my clothes?" she demanded, clenching her fists at her sides.

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