Chapter 38
In Chapter 26 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the tension escalates dramatically as Savannah and Roman navigate the aftermath of a provocative performance. Dean’s unexpected compliment and lingering gaze create an uncomfortable atmosphere, intensifying Roman’s protective instincts. As they move to the dressing room, Roman’s desire and restraint are palpable, heightening Savannah’s own conflicting emotions of craving and the urge to flee from the charged environment.
Inside the lavish dressing room, Savannah finds herself caught between the thrill of her performance and the unsettling presence of Dean, who enters uninvited. His drunken advances and lewd comments leave Savannah feeling vulnerable and trapped, as she desperately tries to assert her boundaries. Despite her protests, Dean’s predatory demeanor escalates, revealing a sinister undercurrent to his intentions. Savannah’s fear and anger culminate in a slap, but Dean responds with mocking aggression, further amplifying the tension and her sense of danger.
Just as the situation reaches a breaking point, Roman storms in, embodying a fierce protector. His immediate reaction to Dean’s unwanted advances is swift and violent, showcasing his deep commitment to Savannah. The confrontation between Roman and Dean is charged with raw emotion, revealing the stakes of their relationships. Roman’s protective instincts clash with Dean’s arrogance, leading to a physical altercation that leaves Dean bloodied and shocked. Savannah’s plea for Roman to stop highlights her desire to de-escalate the situation, emphasizing her struggle between wanting protection and not wanting to escalate the violence.
The chapter concludes with a chilling promise from Roman to Dean, asserting his determination to keep Savannah safe. This moment solidifies the bond between Savannah and Roman, while also marking a pivotal moment of confrontation that reshapes their dynamics. The emotional turmoil and danger of the situation resonate deeply, leaving Savannah in a state of vulnerability yet also underlining the strength of Roman’s commitment to her.
**Chapter 26: Our Little Secret p>
“That was quite the performance, Sav,” Dean remarked, his applause ringing out in the air. “So incredibly sexy p>
I shot back, “Sorry, we nearly forgot you were here p>
The atmosphere shifted palpably. Roman’s jaw tightened, his hands gripping my waist with an intensity that sent shivers through me.
“Go change. I’ll track down the hostess and return the costume,” he instructed, his voice steady despite the tension radiating from him.
I nodded in agreement, sliding off him and following his lead toward the changing room we had visited earlier. But not before I caught Dean’s gaze, a playful wink exchanged as he gulped down the remnants of his drink.
Roman’s breaths came in heavy bursts, not from exertion but from the struggle of restraint.
His hands remained on my waist, fingers twitching against my skin, as if pleading for permission to explore further. Each grind had left its mark, the contours of his abs pressing into me, the undeniable ache of his arousal pulsing between us, a silent testament to our shared desire.
What the hell is wrong with you, Savannah?
“Wait for me, love. I won’t be long,” Roman’s voice was still husky, laced with an undercurrent of urgency.
I nodded, my heart racing.
With one last lingering glance, he stepped out, closing the door behind him with a soft click that reverberated in the silence.
The dressing room was a sumptuous fantasy, adorned with rich velvet walls and gold-framed mirrors, the air thick with the scent of perfume that clung to everything like a lover’s embrace.
The sharp click of my heels echoed against the marble floor as I walked in, still riding the high of the performance, adrenaline coursing through my veins like wildfire.
My body craved Roman, while my mind screamed for me to escape this intoxicating atmosphere.
Slowly, I unhooked the red lace bra, tugging at the satin straps and tossing it carelessly onto the vanity stool. My skin glistened with sweat, flushed from the heat of the spotlight. I glanced at the faux latex bombshell dress hanging on the rack, its allure calling to me.
Just as my fingers reached for it, the door creaked open. Expecting it to be Roman, I spoke without turning around.
“Did you find her p>
But the voice that responded was not Roman’s.
“Fucking hell, I did p>
The soft click of the dressing room door echoed ominously. I spun around, my heart sinking as I recognized that voice.
Dean.
His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, his eyes glazed with drink and desire. He leaned against the doorframe, one hand resting casually on the handle, but the tension in his posture betrayed his nonchalance. His gaze roamed over my barely clad figure, taking in the sight of me standing in nothing but heels and a garter, the rest of my lace ensemble discarded on the chair behind me.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes lingering on my bare shoulders and breasts as if he were a starving man feasting on a banquet. “You really outdid yourself back there. That was damn hot p>
I reached for the dress, refusing to meet his gaze. “Get out p>
He leaned against the wall, one hand shoved deep into his pocket, the other swirling a half-empty glass of scotch, his demeanor casual yet predatory.
Instead of leaving, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a deliberate click.
“You were unreal out there,” he drawled, his voice thick with intoxication and something darker. “Watching you grind on Roman like that… fuck, Savannah p>
I crossed my arms over my chest defensively. “Get out p>
“I’m just here to talk,” he slurred, a smirk playing on his lips. “No need to get all uptight. I mean… shit, Savammah. Look at you. I love how you don’t even bother to cover up, knowing I’ve seen it all p>
“And I’d give anything to erase that p>
He chuckled, a low, mocking sound. “That’s the beauty of the past, isn’t it? It can’t be erased. Just like you can’t erase the fact that I know exactly what you look like when you want it badly p>
I turned to face him, clutching the dress to my chest like a shield. “Leave. Now p>
He took a slow, deliberate step toward me, his intentions clear.
“You don’t have to pretend,” he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I saw the way you danced. That wasn’t for Roman. That was for all of us. For me p>
I flinched at his words.
“Dean, I’m warning you p>
He set his drink down and moved closer, invading my space.
I took a step back, desperation clawing at my throat. “You’re drunk. Get out, Dean p>
“I’m not that drunk.” His smile twisted into something sinister. “You’ve always had something wild underneath. You’ve always looked like you needed someone who could handle you p>
I scoffed, “And you think that someone is you p>
He tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Come to think of it, you weren’t that hot and eager with me. You deserve restitution, Sav p>
I reached for the zipper of my latex dress, desperate to regain some semblance of control, but he was already moving.
“You don’t need to put that back on,” he said, his voice lowering to a husky whisper. “I’ll be quick. Just bend over for me right here—” His fingers brushed against the vanity, “—on the counter. Your fiancé doesn’t need to know a thing. Chloe won’t hear a whisper of this. It’ll be our little secret p>
My stomach twisted violently at his words.
He licked his lips, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger that made my skin crawl. “Sav, just half an hour. That’s all I need. Hell, I’ll pay you. Ten grand. Cash. Right now. You don’t even have to kiss me—just let me fuck you. Raw as usual. I know you want to. Just one last time before my wedding. For old time’s sake, Sav. I promise I’ll make it worth your while p>
Crack.
Before I could process the fury coursing through me, my hand collided with his face, a resounding slap that echoed in the room. His head whipped to the side, shock mingling with amusement.
Then he laughed, a low, dangerous sound.
“You liked it rough, right? Always did p>
I turned to grab something—anything—to defend myself, but he caught my wrist, slamming it against the vanity with a force that left me breathless.
“You think you’re better than me? Just because you’ve got him wrapped around your finger?” His breath was hot and sour against my skin. “You were always the tease. I know you’ve wanted this p>
“Let go of me!” I cried, my voice trembling with fear and anger.
My heart raced, pounding against my ribs like a caged animal desperate to escape.
I could taste bile rising in my throat, my hands shaking, sweat slicking my palm against the cold vanity.
He shoved me against the wall, my back hitting the mirror with a dull thud that knocked the breath from my lungs. I gasped, panic rising within me.
Then, as if summoned by my distress, the door burst open.
Roman.
He stormed in like a tempest, shoulders rigid, jaw set, his eyes ablaze with fury.
“Take. Your fucking. Hands off her,” he growled, his voice a low rumble filled with barely contained rage.
Dean staggered back as if struck, surprise etched across his features.
“Roman—wait, man p>
But Roman wasn’t waiting. He closed the distance between them in an instant, grabbing Dean by the collar and shoving him back so hard that he crashed into the vanity, eyes wide with shock.
Dean coughed, scrambling to regain his footing, panic evident in his voice.
“I didn’t touch her, man. She—she was half naked—what was I supposed to think? She clearly wanted me to fuck her p>
Roman didn’t respond; he simply stepped forward and delivered a punch straight to Dean’s face.
Dean stumbled backward, crashing into the chair and landing on the floor with a grunt, blood spilling from his nose, painting the scene in crimson.
Roman’s fist was poised to strike again when I interjected, my voice urgent, “Roman, no p>
He halted, slowly turning to me, surprise flickering across his features.
I shook my head, pleading with him. Dean wasn’t worth it.
We stood there, locked in a moment that felt suspended in time, the world around us fading away.
Roman was the first to break the silence.
He marched over to Dean, bending down to his level, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
“If I see you anywhere near her again, I’ll bury you p>
And somehow, that didn’t sound like a mere threat. It felt like a promise…
In the aftermath of the chaos, the air in the dressing room felt heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension. The confrontation had shattered the illusion of safety, leaving Savannah reeling from the weight of her own vulnerability. Roman’s fierce protectiveness enveloped her like a warm embrace, a stark contrast to the predatory intentions of Dean that had just moments ago threatened to consume her. As she stood there, heart racing and breathless, Savannah realized that the boundaries of her desires had shifted irrevocably. The whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, and an undeniable longing—had woven a complex tapestry of connection between her and Roman, one that would require both of them to navigate with care.
In that suspended moment, Savannah understood that her choices would define not just her future, but the bond she shared with Roman. The encounter with Dean had forced her to confront the darker corners of her past, but it also illuminated the strength of her present. As Roman’s fierce gaze softened, she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her. Together, they could face the shadows that threatened to engulf them, forging a path forward built on trust and resilience. In the midst of broken time, where dreams had folded into harsh realities, Savannah found a renewed sense of purpose—a determination to reclaim her narrative and embrace the love that had emerged from the ashes of fear.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
As the dust settles from the explosive confrontation in the dressing room, the tension between Savannah, Roman, and Dean is far from over. In the upcoming chapter, readers can anticipate a deeper exploration of Savannah’s psyche as she grapples with the aftermath of Dean’s aggression and Roman’s fierce protection. How will she reconcile the feelings of vulnerability and empowerment that swirl within her? With the stakes raised and emotions running high, Savannah will confront the complexities of her relationships, questioning her past choices and the secrets that bind her to Dean.
Moreover, the fallout from the incident will ripple through their tight-knit circle, leading to unexpected alliances and confrontations. Roman, now more determined than ever to shield Savannah from harm, will face challenges that put his own convictions to the test. Will he be able to keep his promise to protect her, or will the shadows of their pasts threaten to unravel the fragile bond they’ve built? The chapter promises to delve into the darker corners of their lives, revealing hidden truths that could change everything. Prepare for a whirlwind of emotions as Savannah stands at the crossroads of desire and danger, with her heart and future hanging in the balance.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.