Chapter 56
In Chapter 56 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the playful dynamic between the two main characters, Sav and Roman, unfolds through a series of teasing exchanges. Sav expresses mock indignation over Roman’s tendency to surprise her, leading to a lighthearted banter filled with playful accusations and challenges. Their conversation takes a turn when Sav unexpectedly asks Roman about his reluctance to have children or settle down, a question that catches him off guard and forces him to confront deeper emotions he has been avoiding.
Roman attempts to deflect the question with humor, claiming that children are too much work and can strain relationships. However, Sav’s sharp intuition leads her to challenge his facade, pointing out that he continues to engage with her despite her flaws. This moment reveals the emotional stakes in their relationship, as Sav inadvertently touches on Roman’s hidden fears and vulnerabilities. The tension escalates as Sav demands a “payment” for his earlier evasions, setting the stage for a more intimate exchange.
As the atmosphere shifts, Sav playfully asserts control, asking Roman to undo his jeans, which ignites a thrilling tension between them. Their flirtation intensifies, blending desire with a game of power dynamics. Roman, while initially maintaining a semblance of control, finds himself captivated by Sav’s boldness and the chemistry that crackles in the air. The playful teasing quickly transforms into a more intimate encounter, showcasing their deepening connection amid the playful banter.
The chapter culminates in a passionate moment where Roman takes the lead, subverting Sav’s expectations and leaving her breathless. His actions reveal a strategic side to their relationship, where playful deception intertwines with genuine desire. Sav’s frustration at being outmaneuvered adds complexity to their interaction, highlighting the emotional depth beneath their playful exchanges. As Roman poses a question about their previous night, the chapter ends on a cliffhanger, leaving readers eager to uncover the truth behind their shared experiences and the evolving nature of their relationship.
**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 56 p>
“Are you ever going to give me a warning before you throw me around like some rag doll?” she grumbled, her voice laced with playful indignation.
A low, amused chuckle escaped my lips. “That’s a charming question… but the answer is still no p>
Her eyes widened in surprise, sparkling with a mix of disbelief and challenge. “No, no, no. That wasn’t my actual question, Roman p>
I raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Well, it sounded like a question to me. And I gave you an honest answer p>
“You tricked me!” she protested, her pout deepening, which only made my smirk widen.
“I merely stated the truth,” I replied, enjoying the playful banter. “Now, it’s my turn to ask p>
Her expression shifted, eyes narrowing slightly, but she remained silent, clearly intrigued.
“What did Chloe do at the hospital?” I inquired, leaning back slightly, curious to see her reaction.
Her brows knit together in thought. “Chloe? She… was filming herself in Emily’s room p>
A grin broke across my face. “Bingo, baby p>
Her smile blossomed, and she executed that ridiculously adorable little victory wiggle that had a way of piercing straight through my defenses. “Yes p>
“Now, ask away,” I encouraged, eager to see where this would lead.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she dove in. “Why don’t you want children? Or to settle down? I’m still curious about that p>
The question caught me off guard, jolting me from my casual demeanor. I had anticipated something more along the lines of family dynamics or perhaps Chloe’s antics. Not this. I realized, perhaps too late, that I shouldn’t have opened that door with her.
I kept my expression neutral. “Babies cry. They get sick all the time. They’re… just too much work. They can even pull husbands and wives apart… sometimes.” I lied, knowing that my words were far from the entire truth.
Her gaze was piercing, cutting through my facade like a knife. “Why don’t I believe you p>
“Now that’s another question. You’re breaking the rules,” I countered, trying to deflect.
“You lied. I want my payment,” she insisted, her voice firm, eyes glinting with determination.
“And how do you know that?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Because you just described me with that… And last time I checked, you’re still keeping up with my annoying self even though I cry and I’m too much work p>
I was taken aback. She didn’t realize it, but that sentence had sharp edges, cutting deeper than she might have intended.
I clapped my hands together in mock celebration. “Great thinking, Sav. You’re one smart cookie.” I couldn’t help but smile at her.
“Now it’s time for my payment,” she reminded me, her tone teasing yet serious.
My smirk was instinctive. “What currency are we talking about p>
“A touch,” she replied, her voice low and sultry.
“Where?” I asked, my heart racing as her gaze dropped to my pants. I could see the flicker of mischief in her eyes as her tongue slowly traced her bottom lip, igniting a thrill within me.
I knew exactly what she wanted.
“Undo your jeans,” she commanded, her voice steady, filled with a daring confidence.
I hesitated for just a heartbeat—one fleeting moment—before I slid the zipper down. The metallic sound echoed in the quiet room, amplifying the tension between us.
She leaned in closer, her wrists still bound, her breath warm against my jaw. “You like playing games, Roman p>
My voice came out gravelly, thick with desire. “Only with you p>
Her fingers brushed over the thick outline of my cock through the denim, barely a touch, just enough to make me hiss in response.
And then she smiled, a triumphant grin that suggested she knew she had the upper hand.
Her fingers lingered, teasingly, as if testing the waters of control without fully committing to it.
“You’re distracting me,” I murmured, my focus wavering under the weight of her touch.
“That’s the point,” she replied, her tone playful yet filled with intent.
“You think you’ve got leverage?” I challenged, my heart racing.
She tilted her head, a sly smile dancing on her lips. “I’ve got you unzipped. That’s leverage p>
“Cute,” I said, catching her chin between my fingers, forcing her gaze back to mine. “But you’re forgetting something, Sav. The game is still mine p>
Before she could react, her panties hit the floor, and her legs instinctively parted in surprise.
Her breath caught in her throat. “Roman p>
“Shhh.” I pressed my mouth between her thighs, moving deliberately slow, savoring every moment until her hips trembled against me. This wasn’t just a kiss; it was meant to steal her thoughts entirely.
Her fingers curled into the sheets, gripping tightly. “That’s… that’s cheating p>
“No, it’s not. I asked a question, and you answered incorrectly.” I smirked, relishing the moment. “Having me unzipped doesn’t equate to leverage. You should know better p>
Her eyes widened as the realization hit her. “Roman, you cunning little p>
I laughed, the sound rich with satisfaction. “Don’t forget, you’re supposed to be playing detective. So far, you’ve done a terrible job at piecing the clues together p>
“It’s deceptive,” she grumbled, pushing against the bindings on her wrists, frustration mingling with desire.
“It’s strategy,” I replied, glancing up through my lashes, letting my mouth linger in a way that had her thighs twitching with anticipation. “Lose focus, and you lose answers p>
She was breathing heavily now, her skin flushed and alive with need. “Ask p>
“What did we do last night, Sav?” I asked, my tone casual, as if I already knew the answer—and it certainly wasn’t the one she expected.
As the playful banter between them evolved into a dance of desire and vulnerability, both Roman and Sav found themselves at a crossroads of emotions. Their teasing exchanges, once lighthearted, began to unravel deeper truths about their fears and desires. The revelation of Roman’s reluctance towards commitment hung in the air, a fragile thread woven through their playful game. Sav’s sharp insights pierced through his defenses, forcing him to confront the very walls he had built to protect himself. In this intimate moment, amidst laughter and teasing, they glimpsed the potential for something more profound—a connection that could transcend their playful rivalry and confront their shared fears head-on.
With every touch and whispered challenge, they ventured closer to understanding each other, revealing the complexities of their hearts. Roman’s initial bravado began to wane as Sav’s unwavering confidence drew him in, igniting a spark that neither could ignore. The playful tension morphed into a shared acknowledgment of their desires, hinting at the possibility of a future that intertwined their lives. As they navigated the delicate balance between control and surrender, both characters stood on the precipice of transformation, ready to embrace the unknown. In this moment, they realized that the games they played were not just about winning or losing, but about discovering the depths of their connection and the courage to confront their dreams—however broken they may seem.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
As the tension between Roman and Sav reaches a boiling point, the next chapter promises to delve deeper into the complexities of their relationship. With the playful banter giving way to more intimate revelations, readers can expect to witness the delicate balance of power shift as Sav navigates her feelings of desire and frustration. Will she manage to break through Roman’s carefully constructed walls, or will he continue to deflect with wit and charm? The stakes are high, and the emotional undercurrents are bound to create a thrilling atmosphere as they both confront their vulnerabilities.
Moreover, the chapter is set to unravel the mystery surrounding their past, particularly the enigmatic events of the previous night. As Sav grapples with the fragments of her memory, readers will be drawn into a whirlwind of suspense and intrigue. What secrets lie buried in their shared experiences? Will the answers they uncover bring them closer together, or will they only serve to complicate their already tumultuous connection? With each turn of the page, anticipation will build as the truth threatens to surface, promising a captivating exploration of love, trust, and the shadows of their intertwined destinies.
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.