THE GAME HAS ONLY BEGUN

Leyla's breath hitched. She had expected him to react, but not like this. Not with this intensity. His hands gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head as his dark eyes roamed over her face, reading every flicker of emotion.

"Rules?" she whispered, her smirk still in place despite the rapid beating of her heart. "You think you still have those?"

Ozan chuckled, low and deep. "Oh, sweetheart, I make the rules." His lips hovered over hers, teasing, tempting—but not giving in. "And you? You just broke one."

Leyla swallowed. She had wanted to trap him in his own game, but somehow, she was the one feeling trapped.

Ozan released her wrists but didn't step away. Instead, his fingers traced down her arms, slow, deliberate, until they rested on her waist. "Tell me, Leyla," he murmured, his lips barely brushing her skin, "are you ready for what happens when you challenge me?"

Leyla exhaled sharply. She wouldn't back down. Not now.

She tilted her head, pressing her body just a little closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Try me."

Ozan growled lowly. "Oh, baby, you have no idea what you've just asked for."

And then—he kissed her again, but this time, it wasn't just a kiss. It was a statement. A promise. A warning.

This game?It had only just begun.