Chapter 53
In Chapter 53 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the protagonist, Sav, finds herself in a tense confrontation with Roman, who physically restrains her on the bed. The chapter opens with Sav expressing her desperation and anger, feeling betrayed by Roman for hiding crucial information from her. Roman’s firm grip symbolizes both his control and the emotional turmoil between them, as he maintains that his actions are for her protection, though Sav feels deeply hurt and confused by his lack of transparency.
As the confrontation escalates, the dynamics shift from anger to a charged tension filled with conflicting emotions. Roman’s playful dominance contrasts sharply with Sav’s defiance, creating an atmosphere of both vulnerability and desire. Despite her protests, there is an undeniable attraction that complicates Sav’s feelings, as she grapples with her anger and the thrill of the situation. The physicality of their encounter, with Roman binding her wrists, serves to heighten the stakes and the emotional intensity, leading to a mix of fear and excitement.
Sav’s frustration grows as she demands the truth about a mysterious threat involving Roman and a character referred to as the “weasel.” Roman’s teasing demeanor adds to the complexity of their relationship, blurring the lines between playful banter and serious confrontation. Despite her anger, Sav is drawn into the game Roman proposes, reflecting her inner conflict and desire for answers. The chapter ends on a cliffhanger, leaving Sav uncertain about whether she is ready to engage in the game Roman suggests, highlighting her struggle between seeking the truth and navigating her feelings for him.
**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 53 p>
**Chapter 35: Truths or Transfer p>
“Get off me!” I yelled, thrashing around on the bed like a wild animal caught in a trap, desperation coursing through my veins.
“Not a chance, Sav,” he replied, his grip unwavering as he held me down. “Not when you’ve officially become a threat to my lineage.” His voice was steady, but I could hear the underlying tension.
“You betrayed me!” My voice was raw, a mix of anger and hurt spilling out.
“I already told you, I was protecting you,” he said, his tone calmer this time, as if he was trying to soothe a raging storm. “Because if you knew what he had—what I saw—you’d never look me in the eye again p>
“What?!” My heart raced, pounding against my ribcage like a frantic bird desperate to escape.
What could he possibly have on Roman? The question echoed in my mind, a haunting specter I couldn’t shake off.
“When the time comes, you’ll find out,” he said cryptically, as if he could read the turmoil swirling in my thoughts.
“Why won’t you be open with me?!” I kicked my feet in frustration, the bed creaking beneath our weight.
He pressed down harder, his body a solid wall against mine, the heat radiating from him igniting something deep within me. I could feel his rigid length pressing against me, an unwelcome reminder of the tension crackling in the air.
“Roman, stop… I’m being serious. Don’t try to distract me,” I managed to say, my breath hitching at the end, betraying my resolve.
“You started this,” he murmured into my ear, his voice low and sultry, sending shivers down my spine.
“Let me go,” I protested, my voice a breathless whisper, laced with a hint of vulnerability.
“Say please,” he commanded, a playful challenge dancing in his tone.
“Roman p>
“Say it p>
With another swift smack, my breath caught in my throat, the sound echoing in the charged atmosphere.
“Never!” I spat defiantly, though my heart raced in response to his playful dominance.
He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a thrill through me, and eased off my back just enough to let me breathe, but not enough to escape.
Every hair on my body stood on end when I heard him fumbling behind me, the sound of his belt sliding through the loops of his jeans sending a jolt of anticipation through me.
“Roman—” I started, breathless and confused. “What are you doing p>
He didn’t respond with words; instead, I heard the unmistakable tug of his belt, the soft sound filling the room with a tension that made my core tighten instinctively.
My heart raced as he grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. The cool leather of the belt brushed against my skin, warming quickly, sending jolts of sensation racing through me. My pulse quickened in response, betraying the fury that simmered within.
“Keep them there,” he murmured, the command laced with an intoxicating mix of authority and desire.
When I hesitated, he deftly looped the belt around my wrists, fastening it snugly but safely—not too tight, yet firm enough to remind me of who was in control.
“Roman—” I whispered again, though my voice lacked the strength of protest.
“Shh,” he hushed, his breath warm against my jawline. “I want to hear you beg without losing a valuable body part p>
In one swift motion, he spun me around, laying me on my back, my bound wrists now above my head. I swallowed hard, my arms straining against the belt, the thrill of submission mingling with my anger.
“Now, we’ll talk. About the weasel. About earlier. Now I’m sure my dick is safe from you.” He smirked, a gleam of mischief in his eyes.
I glared at him, but even I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, betraying my resolve.
“Don’t forget I’ve still got knees, silly,” I hissed, trying to maintain some semblance of defiance.
“Which you won’t be using, love,” he replied, his smile widening, a predator enjoying the chase.
I pulled against the belt’s hold, frustration bubbling to the surface. “I hope you know this counts as harassment p>
He feigned shock, putting a hand to his chest. “Really? I seem to have mistaken it for role-play p>
“Quit the games and tell me the truth, Roman! I know you’re hiding something from me.” My voice was laced with urgency, desperation clawing at my insides.
He stroked his chin thoughtfully, squinting his striking green eyes at me. “Games? I don’t see us playing any games, love.” He shrugged innocently, a facade that only fueled my anger.
I shot daggers at him with my glare, exasperation bubbling to the surface.
“As if I’d agree to that,” I scoffed. “You’re just going to throw me down a rabbit hole p>
“Of course not. Why would I do that? Games are always efficient in fishing out information,” he replied, his tone teasing yet serious.
I narrowed my eyes at him, unwilling to let him off the hook so easily.
“Don’t you want to find something out, Sav?” he asked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
I nodded cautiously, “Yes p>
“Then let’s play a game… like old times,” Roman suggested, his voice low and enticing as he adjusted the belt binding my wrists above my head. “Remember that game you used to hustle me with, Sav p>
The air crackled with tension, and I could feel the weight of his challenge hanging between us, a game I wasn’t sure I was ready to play.
In the charged atmosphere of their confrontation, the emotional stakes reached a fever pitch, intertwining anger, vulnerability, and an undeniable attraction. Sav’s struggle against Roman’s hold mirrored the turmoil within her—caught between the desire for truth and the intoxicating pull of their connection. As Roman toyed with her emotions, the boundaries between trust and betrayal blurred, leaving Sav grappling with feelings she was unprepared to face. The stakes of their game were not merely about uncovering secrets; they were about navigating the fragile landscape of their relationship, where every challenge threatened to either bind them closer together or tear them apart.
As the tension simmered, Sav realized that the truth she sought was not just about the hidden past but also about the choices they both had to make moving forward. The playful banter masked deeper fears, and the thrill of the game hinted at the complexity of their bond. With her wrists bound, Sav found herself at a crossroads, torn between the instinct to resist and the allure of surrender. In this moment, she understood that the path to clarity would not come without its trials, and that the journey ahead would demand both courage and vulnerability. The game had begun, and with it, the possibility of healing or heartbreak loomed large, waiting for the next move to unravel the layers of their intertwined fates.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
As the tension between Sav and Roman reaches a boiling point, readers can anticipate a thrilling continuation of their complex relationship. The stakes are higher than ever, with the revelation of hidden truths looming just beyond the horizon. Will Sav’s desperation for answers push her to accept Roman’s challenge, or will her defiance lead her deeper into the web of secrets that threaten to unravel everything she thought she knew? The game he proposes is fraught with danger, and the consequences of playing could change the course of their lives forever.
In the next chapter, the boundaries of trust and betrayal will be tested as Sav grapples with her feelings for Roman amidst the chaos of their situation. As they delve into the past and uncover the layers of deception, readers can expect unexpected twists that will challenge their understanding of loyalty and love. With each revelation, the tension will escalate, leading to a climactic confrontation that could either bind them closer together or tear them apart. Prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions as Sav navigates the treacherous waters of desire and deception, all while racing against time to uncover the truth that could shatter her world.
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.