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.

spine, tapering down to a tight waist, and even

—

right side didn’t make him any less enticing in fact, they added a wild, rugged story to

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

scars before, a couple on his chest and abdomen.

but he told her to mind her

still looked fierce, making you

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

–

if he’d lived the life of

it out, and

grown up, they’d gathered too many

longer let her

suddenly turned, his eyes smoldering and

gaze.

her escape from the other side

stripped down to nothing, giving me no choice but

am I supposed to apply

“Oh.”

was there to

but didn’t come any closer, tossing it on the bed before announcing, “It’s on your chest, you

didn’t dare get close to

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