Savannah
I shouldn’t have come here.
The boutique is empty. Too quiet.
I should’ve known he’d follow me. That Kian never lets me run.
And yet, when I step into the dressing room, pulling the curtain shut behind me, I let myself believe—for a second—that I’m alone.
I’m wrong.
Because the moment I turn around—
He’s already inside.
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"Kian—"
He presses a finger to my lips. “Shh.”
And I do.
Because the look in his eyes?
Predatory. Unrelenting.
Like he’s done playing.
Like I should’ve known better than to tempt him.
"You think you can tease me?" His voice is low. Controlled.
Too controlled.
The kind of control that means he’s one second away from snapping.
My pulse is a warning drumbeat in my throat.
I should push him away.
But I don’t.
Because Kian isn’t just a storm.
He’s the kind you want to be caught in.
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The space is too small.
His presence is too much.
I can’t breathe.
Don’t want to.
His hands grip my waist. Slow. Deliberate. Testing.
"You’ve been pushing me all week," he murmurs. "Do you even know what you’re asking for?"
I should be scared.
But my smirk? It’s a challenge.
"Why don’t you show me?"
For a second, he doesn’t move.
Then—
The last thread of control snaps.
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The curtain is still drawn.
The store is still empty.
But that doesn’t stop him.
Nothing ever does.
Because Kian doesn’t care about rules.
He only cares about winning.
And in this moment?
He owns me.
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RomanceThey hate each other. Always have. Savannah Hayes and Kian Mercer have been rivals since high school-constantly pushing, constantly challenging, always standing in each other's way. But one night changes everything. One reckless mistake. One moment...
