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.

say to me?

all calm and collected, but there was a dangerous

of this woman keeping her pregnancy secret from him and planning to jet off with another guy boiled his blood, jealousy surged like high tide, shredding his sanity

more chance to come clean about the pregnancy, to

was f

his icy, threatening demeanor, and she

the big shot of Zion City.

she could finish her rant, she was silenced by

kiss was fierce and punishing, full of rage and possession, not an ounce of tenderness, sweeping away all of Lizetta’s senses.

the same time, his hand moved from her waist to a softer,

under her top.

body against hers was even more

was scared out of her wits, she bit him, and a faint taste of blood spread between their lips, but he

to hit him, but he caught her hand, interlocking their fingers, and pinned her

was filled with a mix of intense, breathy sounds and

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the way to the airport, in the

scent of Remington all over her, Lizetta would doubt if this man, seemingly driven

and

over this.

clothes were a mess, her oversized sweater pushed up to her chest, her jeans tugged off, leaving Lizetta with bare, slender legs shaking