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?

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

thought 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

giving her one more chance to come clean about the

Lizetta was

by his icy, threatening demeanor, and she

We’re divorced, I’ve got nothing left to say to you! You, Remington, are the big shot of Zion City. You could have

was silenced by his lips crashing down on hers.

punishing, full of rage and possession, not an ounce of

waist to a softer, more undulating territory, roughly kneading

under her top.

hers was even more

and a faint taste of blood spread between their lips, but he

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

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

1/2

10:16

Chapter 276

the way to the airport,

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

and cool, she never knew he

over this.

pushed up to her chest, her jeans tugged off, leaving Lizetta with bare, slender