Chapter 39
In Chapter 27 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the tension escalates dramatically as the protagonist and Roman leave a chaotic club scene. The moment they step outside, a torrential downpour begins, mirroring the emotional storm brewing between them. Roman’s urgency is palpable as he grips her wrist, navigating through the chaos with a fierce protectiveness that hints at his deeper, darker emotions. The unspoken tension is thick as they rush to the car, where silence envelops them, amplifying the intensity of the moment.
As they drive away, Roman’s fury simmers just beneath the surface, a stark contrast to the chaotic events they just escaped. His anger is directed at the unwelcome advances of another man towards the protagonist, which he perceives as a betrayal of her vulnerability. The protagonist grapples with her own feelings of fear and an unsettling desire for Roman, who is now exhibiting a more aggressive side. Their conversation reveals the depth of Roman’s protective instincts, as he expresses his rage and frustration over the situation, while she struggles to assert her independence and agency.
The confrontation escalates when Roman pulls over, unable to contain his emotions any longer. Their argument intensifies, revealing their conflicting perspectives on the incident and their relationship. The protagonist tries to downplay the situation, insisting she handled it herself, while Roman’s protective nature leads him to express a desire for violence against her assailant. This heated exchange is charged with unresolved emotions, and as they stare each other down, the atmosphere shifts from anger to something more intimate.
In a moment of reckless impulse, the protagonist challenges Roman’s feelings, calling their engagement “fake.” This provocation ignites Roman’s fury but also reveals his vulnerability. The tension culminates in a passionate kiss that neither of them can resist, despite their protests. The kiss is a chaotic blend of desire and confusion, reflecting their deep emotional connection and the complexities of their relationship. As they lose themselves in each other, the protagonist battles with the implications of their actions, questioning the boundaries they are crossing.
Ultimately, this chapter encapsulates the struggle between desire and restraint, as both characters grapple with their feelings amidst a backdrop of chaos and emotional turmoil. The storm outside mirrors the internal conflict, leaving readers on edge, wondering how their relationship will evolve in the aftermath of this explosive encounter.
**Chapter 27: I Want You p>
The moment we stepped outside the club, the sky unleashed its fury. Heavy raindrops cascaded down, splattering against the pavement, releasing the unmistakable scent of wet asphalt that wafted up like a warm, inviting steam. Roman seized my wrist with an urgency that sent a shiver down my spine, his jaw clenched tight as he propelled me toward the parking lot.
Without uttering a single word, he guided me through the chaotic exit, one hand firmly placed on the small of my back while the other remained balled into a fist at his side. It was as if he feared that if he released his pent-up rage, he might ignite the very air around us, turning the night into a fiery inferno.
Not my concern if Chloe decides to leave her pervert fiancé behind.
Just as we reached the car, Roman unlocked the door with a swift motion, practically flinging it open. I slipped into the passenger seat, my heart racing as I adjusted my dress and steadied myself in my heels. The tension radiating from him was palpable, his jaw locked in a grimace, knuckles white against the steering wheel. The atmosphere was thick with an unspoken ferocity.
Once the doors clicked shut, silence enveloped us, heavy and suffocating.
Then, with a roar, the engine sprang to life.
Roman’s foot pressed down hard on the gas pedal, and we shot out of the driveway, the tires screeching against the asphalt as if the night itself demanded to bear witness to his fury. It felt as though he needed to unleash his anger, to make it known to the world.
The silence in the car was deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. Not a single word had passed between us since Roman had yanked me away from Dean’s unwelcome advances, his movements so precise and lethal they hinted at a darker side of him, one that was barely contained.
Streetlights blurred past us in a dizzying array of flashes, illuminating the tension etched across Roman’s face. His chest heaved as if he had just emerged from a battlefield—perhaps he had.
“Roman—” I began, my voice barely rising above the din of the rain.
“Don’t.” His tone was low, controlled, yet beneath it simmered a raw, dangerous edge that sent a thrill of trepidation through me.
I cast my gaze downward, my bare thighs trembling slightly, the skin flushed with a mix of fear and an inexplicable yearning. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles flexing as though he were wrestling with something deep within.
His hands were a warning, a silent plea for restraint.
Knuckles white. Jaw clenched. Eyes locked ahead, yet seeing nothing.
I found myself mute, unable to articulate the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. I was still reeling, still aflame—not merely from embarrassment but from a deeper, more unsettling desire.
“You should’ve told me he did shit like that,” Roman finally broke the silence, his voice low but fierce.
I hesitated, my voice trembling as I replied, “I was taken by surprise, Roman p>
“Taken by surprise,” he echoed incredulously, as if the very notion was absurd.
I felt the weight of his scrutiny, the air thickening with unspoken tension. “You were half-naked,” he snapped, not meeting my gaze. “Vulnerable. And that bastard thought he could just p>
His words hung in the air, a threat barely contained. “I should kill him p>
My heart raced as I searched his expression, trying to discern whether he was joking or serious.
His demeanor was anything but humorous. Jaw clenched, eyes blazing, veins popping with barely restrained fury.
In that moment, Roman transformed before my eyes. He was no longer the charming golden boy with the perfect smile; he was a man on the brink of violence, a predator ready to strike.
I swallowed hard. “I didn’t think p>
Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes.
The tires screeched violently against the asphalt as he swerved the car onto the side of the road, pulling into a dark shoulder illuminated only by the dull amber glow of a flickering streetlamp and the faint shimmer of distant city lights.
Roman threw the car into park, his breath coming in ragged gasps as if he were a man standing on the precipice of a cliff.
The silence was louder than any siren, filled only by the sound of our heavy breathing.
“Why did you stop?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He turned to me, his eyes dark and intense. “He wanted to fuck you. And you think I could just drive away like that didn’t happen p>
“He was drunk and disgusting. I didn’t even know him!” I shot back, my voice rising in indignation.
“You think that makes it better?” he barked, incredulous. “You think that’s an excuse p>
I held my ground, meeting his fierce gaze. “Do you think I wanted that? I slapped him. I told him no. What’s the fucking problem p>
Roman’s chest heaved with frustration. “You shouldn’t have had to. That’s the fucking problem p>
We sat there, tension crackling between us, hearts racing, breaths mingling in the thick air. The rain continued to batter against the windows, each drop a reminder of the storm brewing within us.
Then, in a moment of reckless impulse, I blurted out the most foolish thing I could think of.
“Stop acting like you’re my boyfriend p>
He clenched his fists, fury flashing in his eyes. “I’m your fucking fiancé p>
“Fake,” I corrected him sharply. “Fake fiancé, Roman. Don’t get it twisted p>
His rage flared, hot and consuming, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel harder.
Not a word passed between us as we stared each other down, both waiting for the other to break the silence.
I rubbed my sweaty palms down my bare thighs, feeling the weight of his gaze follow my every movement.
I licked my lips, attempting to steady my racing heart. “Look, Roman p>
“This doesn’t feel fake anymore.” His voice broke, vulnerability seeping through the cracks of his anger.
I looked away, biting my lip in frustration. “Roman, don’t p>
He remained silent.
Instead, with a sudden, fierce determination, he unbuckled his seatbelt and lunged toward me.
His mouth crashed onto mine, hot and furious, wild with a hunger that sent my senses reeling. His hands tangled in my hair, his tongue demanding entrance, and I found myself yielding to him, giving everything I had. I clawed at his shirt, moaning into the kiss as if my very survival depended on it.
No, no, no. Savannah, this is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.
I pulled back abruptly, turning away, trying to regain my composure.
But he wasn’t finished. He pulled me back in, closing the distance between us.
“I can’t,” I gasped, shaking my head. “We shouldn’t p>
His eyes were darkened with desire, his breath coming in heavy pants. “Tell me why p>
I shook my head, desperation creeping into my voice. “There’s no audience… Let’s not, Roman p>
“I don’t need a fucking audience… I want you p>
With a low growl, he reached across the console, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me into a kiss that was anything but gentle.
And in that moment, I kissed him back like I was starving, like my entire existence hinged on this connection. It was a fierce battle of lips and tongues, breathless moans swallowed between us. My body arched toward him, instinctively seeking his warmth.
God, what am I doing? What are we doing?
As the rain continued to pour around us, the tempest outside mirrored the storm raging within the confines of the car. In that heated moment, we were no longer just two people caught in a web of chaos; we were raw, exposed, and undeniably drawn to one another. Roman’s fierce need clashed with my own tumultuous emotions, and as our lips met, the world outside faded into a distant echo. All the fears, the doubts, and the consequences blurred into insignificance. In the heat of our embrace, I felt a sense of belonging that I had long craved, a connection that transcended the facade of our relationship. Yet, as the kiss deepened, so did the realization that this moment was both liberating and perilous, a fragile equilibrium on the edge of a precipice.
When we finally broke apart, breathless and panting, the gravity of our actions settled heavily between us. The tension that had once been fueled by anger and frustration had transformed into something more profound, yet equally terrifying. I could see the flicker of vulnerability in Roman’s eyes, a reflection of the conflict raging within me. We were teetering on the brink of something that could either heal or shatter us, and the stakes had never felt higher. As the rain continued to pelt the car, I knew that our journey was far from over; we were bound together by the choices we had made, and the path ahead was uncertain. But in that moment, amidst the chaos, I realized that perhaps the only way forward was to embrace the tumult, to confront the shadows of our past and the desires of our hearts, together.
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter p>
As the storm rages on outside, the tension inside the car reaches a boiling point, leaving readers on the edge of their seats. The consequences of Roman’s fierce protectiveness and Savannah’s conflicting emotions will unravel in the next chapter, as the line between their fake engagement and undeniable chemistry blurs further. Will they succumb to the passion igniting between them, or will the reality of their situation pull them apart? The stakes are higher than ever as they grapple with their feelings amidst the chaos of their surroundings.
With Roman’s darker side emerging and Savannah’s vulnerability laid bare, the next chapter promises to explore the complexities of their relationship in a way that is both thrilling and heart-wrenching. Expect revelations that will challenge their perceptions of love and loyalty, forcing them to confront not only their desires but also the fears that threaten to tear them apart. As the rain continues to pour, will they find solace in each other, or will the tempest outside mirror the turmoil brewing within? Prepare for an emotional rollercoaster that will leave you breathless and yearning for more.
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.