Chapter 88
In Chapter 88 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the protagonist experiences a whirlwind of emotions as she confronts her feelings for Roman. The tension builds as they share a charged moment in a dimly lit room, where her heart races with both anxiety and desire. Despite her initial hesitation about being caught, Roman’s enticing words draw her into a thrilling encounter, igniting a sense of reckless abandon within her. The atmosphere is thick with anticipation, as she finds herself caught between the thrill of temptation and the fear of discovery.
As the scene unfolds, Roman’s commanding presence amplifies her excitement. He instructs her to close her eyes, leading to a moment of surprise when she opens them to find a small velvet box in front of her. The protagonist’s disbelief turns to shock as she discovers a crystal key fob inside, symbolizing an Aston Martin Vantage that Roman has gifted her. Her reaction is a blend of joy and incredulity, as she grapples with the enormity of his gesture, feeling unworthy yet overwhelmed by his affection.
Roman’s declaration that the car is hers deepens the emotional complexity of the moment. His insistence that she deserves it, regardless of her initial joking, underscores his commitment and understanding of her desires. The protagonist is left in a state of disbelief, her tears reflecting a mix of gratitude and astonishment at his lavish gift. Roman’s intimate words and gestures further heighten the tension, as he intertwines the gift with their passionate connection, suggesting that the car represents more than just a material possession—it embodies the power and freedom he sees in her.
Ultimately, the chapter captures the protagonist’s internal struggle between her feelings for Roman and the overwhelming nature of his gift. She finds herself drawn to both the allure of the car and the intensity of her relationship with him, acknowledging the risks involved. The emotional crescendo leaves her exhilarated yet conflicted, as she contemplates the implications of embracing both Roman and the power he offers her.
**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 88 p>
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My heart raced, pounding fiercely against my ribcage, as I met his gaze. “I see what you’re trying to do,” I declared, my voice trembling slightly.
His eyebrow arched in amusement, a smirk playing on his lips. “And it’s working, isn’t it p>
Oh, how it was. My eyes darted around the dimly lit room, anxiety swirling within me as I searched for any signs of life. The house was eerily quiet, the kind of stillness that suggested everyone else was either deep in slumber, nursing hangovers, or lost in dreams. “What if someone sees us?” I whispered, the very thought sending a thrill down my spine.
“Oh, love, you’d want them to witness this,” he replied, his voice smooth and enticing, like velvet wrapped around something sharp and dangerous.
A shiver coursed through my body, a rush of heat pooling low in my belly. The idea of being caught—God, it ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t ignore. Before I could fully process my thoughts, he was at the door, swinging it open with a devilish grin, beckoning me into temptation.
“Say it,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “You know you want it p>
“Come on, Sav,” I urged, biting my lip so hard I feared I might draw blood. Screw it. Screw everything. I slipped past him into the backseat, my body trembling with a mix of need and exhilaration. “Don’t take too long,” I whispered, a rush of nerves intertwining with desire. “Or someone might come looking p>
His voice dripped with mischief as he replied, “Don’t scream too hard, or someone will definitely come looking p>
I trembled as I crawled onto the leather seat, my palms pressing against the cool surface, feeling the ghost of my own fingerprints lingering there. I fidgeted with the hem of my sleep shorts, heat radiating over every inch of my skin. “Should I take these off?” I asked, breathless, my voice barely above a whisper, laced with huskiness.
“Not now,” he replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. He was in control, and I could feel the power shift in the air.
He slid in behind me, his thighs brushing against my feet, sending sparks of electricity through my body. I rocked back instinctively, my senses heightened as I ground against the unmistakable hardness pressing into my back. I heard his sharp intake of breath, a sound that ignited my own desire.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation, nerves and anticipation twisting together in a delicious knot inside me. A heartbeat later, he instructed, “Open them p>
I blinked, confusion knitting my brow until my gaze fell upon a small velvet box resting on the console in front of me. My breath caught in my throat, and my body froze. “What is this?” I asked, my voice thin and shaky. I shifted back onto my heels, heart racing as I stared at it.
He was beside me now, his presence enveloping me like a warm embrace. He slid the box across the leather, never breaking eye contact. “Open it,” he said, his voice a firm command.
With trembling fingers, I tugged at the ribbon, the suspicion flickering within me but quickly overshadowed by curiosity. As I nipped open the lid, my breath hitched.
And then I screamed. Not a frightened shriek, but a shocked, disbelieving cry that erupted from my throat before I could even think to contain it. Nestled on black satin was a gleaming crystal key fob, shimmering like a precious jewel. It caught the light in a way that was both elegant and opulent, just like him.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, clutching the box tightly in both hands, my eyes wide with disbelief as they flicked up to meet his. “No, Roman. No, you didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t p>
His smirk was dangerous, a mix of pride and satisfaction. “An Aston Martin Vantage,” he declared, his voice thick with triumph. “It’s yours p>
I screamed again, this time louder, a mix of laughter and sobs intertwining in a beautiful chaos. “You didn’t. You didn’t actually do it. Roman! I can’t believe it! I told you last night, half-jokingly—I can’t believe—” My voice faltered, breaking into breathless laughter. “You really bought it p>
“Not just bought it,” he murmured, leaning closer, his presence overwhelming. “I wanted you to have it. To own it. To command it p>
I shook my head violently, still in a daze. “You’re insane! This is—” I buried my face in my hands, then peeked through my fingers at the shining fob. “I don’t deserve this. I was just testing you when I said I wanted one. You weren’t supposed to p>
“I don’t care if you whispered it in your sleep,” he interjected, his thumb brushing over mine, gently coaxing my hands away. “You wanted it. That’s enough for me p>
Tears pricked my eyes, overwhelmed by the sheer audacity of his gesture. “Roman, I don’t even know how to react. I can’t—this is too much p>
His smirk softened into something darker, more intimate, as he took the box from my trembling hands and set it aside. Leaning in closer, I could almost taste his breath, warm and intoxicating. “The car is nothing. You’re everything. But I do like the thought of you behind the wheel… all that horsepower trembling under your hands.” His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles on my thigh, igniting a fire within me. “Handle it the way you’d handle me—fast, tight, and with just the right amount of recklessness p>
My pulse raced, my entire body quivering between desire and disbelief. My lips parted in a shaky laugh, but my voice cracked with raw honesty. “Thank you p>
His smirk deepened, wicked and unhurried. “I like the thought of you with that kind of power.” Suddenly, he gripped my jaw, his gaze intense. “And I’m satisfied knowing you’ll remember who put that kind of power between your thighs p>
A moan slipped past my lips, and I felt a wave of heat wash over me.
God help me… I think I want both—the car and Roman. Even if he wrecked me in the process.
As the intoxicating thrill of the moment enveloped me, a profound realization settled within my heart. Roman’s audacious gift was not merely a crystal key fob; it was a symbol of his belief in me, a testament to the power I had yet to fully embrace. The laughter that had erupted from my lips was laced with tears of joy and disbelief, a cathartic release of emotions I had long kept bottled up. In that dimly lit car, surrounded by the remnants of our playful banter, I understood that I was not just receiving a car; I was being handed the reins to my own life, my own desires. Roman’s words echoed in my mind, urging me to seize the reins of my destiny, to command my future with the same fierce passion he had ignited within me.
Yet, beneath the surface of exhilaration lay a deeper complexity. The thrill of the moment was intertwined with the uncertainty of what lay ahead. Would I be able to handle the power he had bestowed upon me, both in the form of the car and the tumultuous emotions that came with Roman? As I gazed into his eyes, I felt a mix of exhilaration and trepidation, a dance between desire and fear. But in that moment, I chose to embrace it all—the car, the man, and the uncharted path before me. With a heart racing not just from desire but from the promise of new beginnings, I surrendered to the chaos, ready to navigate the wild ride that awaited us both.
What to Expect in the Next Chapter?
As the tension mounts in the aftermath of Roman’s extravagant gift, the air is thick with unspoken desires and the weight of choices yet to be made. The gleaming Aston Martin Vantage symbolizes more than just luxury; it represents the intoxicating blend of freedom and power that Roman has ignited within her. But with such a powerful gift comes the burden of expectations. How will she navigate the complexities of her feelings for him, especially as his intentions grow more intense? The next chapter promises to delve deeper into her internal struggle as she grapples with the implications of their relationship and the fiery connection that seems to bind them together.
But the stakes are higher than ever. With the revelation of the car, will she find the courage to embrace this newfound power, or will fear hold her back? As secrets from Roman’s past threaten to surface, the couple must confront the shadows lurking in the corners of their lives. Will they emerge stronger, or will the weight of their desires lead to unforeseen consequences? Expect heart-pounding moments, electrifying encounters, and the tantalizing push and pull of love that defies reason. The next chapter is set to take readers on a rollercoaster ride of emotions, where passion collides with vulnerability, and every choice could change everything.
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.