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Rain hammered against the windows of the hotel at Spa-Francorchamps, trapping the night inside. The receptionist’s cheerful announcement about the honeymoon suite lingered between us like a dare. Kimi Antonelli stood there, a smirk playing on his lips, mischief lighting his eyes. One room. One bed. The tension in the air was thick, a mix of unspoken rivalry and something far more volatile. He’d spent the evening testing every limit — brushing his fingers against yours, holding a glance a beat too long, wearing that lazy, knowing grin that seemed designed to unravel you. Then the bathroom door clicked open. Steam poured into the dim room, carrying the scent of heat and soap. Kimi stepped into the haze, a towel slung low on his hips, water beading on his chest and shoulders. He made n…