Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 276

How could Lizetta not be nervous?

She’d always been ticklish around her waist, and he must know it–that was why he kept skimming around

that area.

Every s

spot he touched with his big hands turned to mush, as if it was about to melt right into his palm.

And it sent waves of tingling pleasure through her, stirring her up. Meanwhile, Lizetta was worried sick the bun in her oven might get discovered, even though her belly was still flat as a pancake.

Remington probably couldn’t feel a thing.

“Why so quiet? Don’t like me touching you like this anymore? I remember you used to be all over it.”

Remington leaned in close to Lizetta’s ear, his breath hot and his kisses barely there, peppering her neck and behind her ear.

Lizetta’s cheeks were burning, a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

She started to squirm, “Back off! Did you drag me back here just for this?”

Remington pinned her down hard, lifting his head from her neck, his eyes half–closed and sharp as knives.

to say to me?

dangerous vibe brewing all around him, like a storm about to

jet off with another guy

to come

was f

threatening demeanor, and she was fuming

the big shot of Zion City. You could have any woman you

her rant, she was silenced by his

full of rage and possession, not an ounce of

waist to a softer, more undulating territory,

under her top.

against hers was even more dangerously

wits, she bit him, and a faint taste

caught her hand, interlocking their fingers, and pinned her back

filled with a mix of intense, breathy sounds and the roar of passing traffic

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happening on the way to the airport, in the

would doubt if this man, seemingly driven mad

always been restrained and cool, she never knew he could lose

over this.

chest, her jeans tugged