Chapter 58 —Rules

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Aylin was barely catching her breath when she felt Roman's hand slowly run down her back, making her skin tingle. It wasn't a tender or sweet caress. It was possessive. As if he still didn't want to let her go completely.

“Shit...” he murmured, his voice raspy, burying his face in her neck. “I knew I wanted you, but I never imagined you would make me feel this way.”

Aylin opened her eyes slowly, her heart still pounding in her ears.

“This way?” she asked, her voice rough with exhaustion.

Roman smiled against her skin.

“This fucking edge.” He slid his fingers down her thigh, where there were still marks from his grip. “This lost.”

Aylin felt her skin burn.

“And is that good or bad?”

Roman leaned on one elbow, leaning over her, his hair tousled and his dark gaze fixed on her lips.

“It depends.” He ran his knuckles along her jaw. “If it were anyone else, I would have fucked her and forgotten her. But you...”

Aylin looked at him, frowning.

“Me what?”

Roman looke