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

was all calm and collected, but there was a dangerous vibe brewing all around him, like a storm

to jet off with another guy

was giving her one more chance to come clean about the pregnancy,

was f

demeanor, and she was fuming too.

Zion City. You could have any

was silenced by his lips crashing down

fierce and punishing, full of rage and possession, not an ounce of tenderness, sweeping away all

waist to a softer, more

under her top.

against hers was

faint taste of blood spread between their

but he caught her hand, interlocking their fingers, and pinned her back down on the leather coach seat.

was filled with a mix of intense, breathy sounds and the

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was happening on the way to the airport, in

over her, Lizetta would doubt if this man, seemingly driven mad by desire, was

been restrained and cool, she never knew he could lose his mind

over this.

clothes were a mess, her oversized sweater pushed up to her chest, her jeans tugged