Page 462 of Savage Bosses

"You," she gasped, the word barely more than a sigh. "Just you."

"Good," he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling and biting as he went. "Because that's exactly what you're going to get." He fiddled with the button of his pants.

"I want you completely naked," she panted, not liking his clothing between them.

Her words made him stiffen. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes, Bryce. I want to see all of you."

A low, deep sigh escaped him as he released her and rose from the bed.

"Okay," he whispered. "But tell me if you need me to put them back on."

Tati frowned. "Why would I want that?"

"You'll see," he told her.

Tati's breath caught as she watched Bryce undress. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, one button at a time, revealing the strong expanse of his chest. Bryceson shrugged off his shirt, and Tati's breath hitched in her throat as tears sprang to her eyes.

His body, once smooth and unblemished, bore the scars of a violent past she hadn't known about. Tears filled her eyes as she took in the marks that marred his chest, and they spilled down her cheeks when she saw the pain hidden beneath his dark gaze.

"What happened?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Who... who did this to you, Bryce?"

"This happened in Italy," he told her, his voice low.

Tati's eyes widened as she shook her head, disbelief swirling inside her.

"I-I didn't know," she stuttered, her heart breaking for him.

"There's more on my legs and back," he informed her. "Do you still want to see me naked?"

Tati nodded, determination shining in her eyes. She climbed off the bed, ignoring the desire coursing through her veins. Right now, she wanted to take care of Bryce, to show him she was there for him - even if she was five years too late.

"Can I touch you?" she asked hesitantly, standing before him.

When he nodded, she gently placed her hand against a wound near his heart, feeling him shiver beneath her fingertips. Her own tears continued to fall, but she didn't try to stop them. The drug-induced lust could wait. Bryce needed her now.

"Let me take care of you, Bryce," she pleaded, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry that I'm five years too late."

A single tear trailed down his cheek, and her heart shattered for the man she'd left behind. If there was a monster in this room, it was her. Tati kissed the wounds on his chest, taking her time to press her lips to each one.

With each kiss, she apologized to him for leaving. After kissing the wounds on his chest, she moved behind him and touched and kissed each of the wounds on his back, apologizing for allowing Melinda to scare her into running away and vowing never to leave again.

Her fingers trembled as she traced the raised edges of each scar on his back. With every touch, she whispered apologies for not being there when he needed her most. As she pressed soft kisses along the ridges, Bryce's breath hitched, but he remained silent.

"Never again," Tati vowed. "I'll never leave you like that again."

Done with his back, she moved to the front of him and undid his pants. Barefoot, he stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. Seeing him in black briefs made her pussy purr. Tati held in her groan as her body blazed with desire. Her needs would come next. First, it was all about Bryce.

Tati swallowed her groan, focusing instead on the task at hand. She dropped to a squat before him, her gaze fixed on the long scar trailing down one of his legs. It was a harsh reminder of the suffering he had endured in her absence, and it fueled her desire to spend the rest of her life making amends.

As she ran her hand gently along the jagged line, Bryce finally spoke up. "This one...it took me months to recover from," he admitted, his voice strained. "But I'd go through it all again if it meant having you here with me now."

Tati looked up at him, her brown eyes swimming with sadness, guilt, and love. "I'm here, Bryce," she whispered fiercely. "And I'm not going anywhere."

With those words, she pressed her lips to the scar on his leg, as if trying to heal the wound with her love. Bryce's admission hung in the air like a heavyweight, and Tati felt her heart crack at the thought of what he had endured. Her fingertips traced the length of the scar on his leg, its rough texture a painful reminder of their time apart.

"I had to learn how to walk again because of that scar," he told her, his voice strained with emotion.

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