Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 263

Lizetta yanked her hand out of Remington’s scorching palm like her life depended on it.

She was about to struggle when Remington flipped off of her.

The

guy sat on the edge of the bed, peeled off his shirt, and the sun kissed his back, muscles rolling smoothly with his movements,” sexy as hell.

But Lizetta, she lifted her foot, on autopilot trying to give him another piece of her mind – or rather, her foot, aiming to kick him off the

bed.

Little did she know, Remington seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. The moment her foot went up, his cool voice cut through the air.

“Try kicking me again and I’ll make you cry under me!”

His voice was husky, the last word heavy with a warning laced with restrained desire.

Lizetta chickened out, her raised foot reluctantly retreating.

But Remington just sat there catching his breath, not making another move.

Lizetta’s heartbeat slowly settled down too, as she lay there, unknowingly fixated on the man’s back.

He had that kind of bod that flexed with clothes on, and even more so with them off – a real piece of eye candy, muscles in all the right places.

were well–developed, a thin layer perfectly covering his spine, tapering down to a tight waist, and even the vertebrae at the base of his neck

—

glossy. Old scars on his back and right side didn’t make him any less enticing in

body like this before; he never gave her the chance, always dressed quicker than

before, a couple on his chest

he told

scars. They’d faded but still looked fierce, making you wonder how bad the wounds

as the Dashiell family heir, he had a ton of people watching his back, living the high life who

–

lived the life of a fugitive abroad?

figure it out, and Remington

grown up, they’d gathered too many secrets between them.

her into his

staring and I’ll take it as an invitation,” he suddenly turned, his eyes smoldering and deep, locking

gaze.

face flushed again, and she scrambled up, making her escape from the

to nothing, giving me no

to apply the ointment? Go get

“Oh.”

for Lizetta. She was there to help with his

any closer, tossing it on the bed before announcing, “It’s on your chest, you can reach it. I’m

its life, she didn’t dare get close to the dangerous

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