Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington was caught off guard by Lizetta’s enthusiasm, and pleasantly surprised.

Almost instantly, Remington got some kind of signal, grabbed Lizetta by the waist, took a couple of steps, and then the two of them tumbled onto the bed.

His large hand was burning hot, wandering up Lizetta’s calf, pushing the silk nightgown up until it bunched at her waist, revealing her irresistibly gorgeous legs.

“So into it, huh? You want it?” His hand was kneading her slim waist while his husky voice was softly nibbling at

her car.

Lizetta turned her head to dodge his breath and caught a glimpse of her phone still lit up on the couch.

Wonder if Evelina is fuming with anger. She’d better have a blowout with that jerk later.

“Ouch! That hurts, take it easy.”

He nibbled the soft spot behind her ear and Lizetta’s eyes misted up as she clenched her fists and thumped him. “Focus! And don’t you dare get on stage to dance again without my say–so!” © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

She had no idea how many people she dazzled on stage today or how many guys were going crazy with desire.

At that moment, he was itching to drag her down, hide her away, pin her beneath him, and not let anyone else get another glimpse.

“I’ll dance if I want to, I- Mmm!”

Before Lizetta could finish her sentence, Remington’s head lowered and he kissed her deeply, his unique. masculine scent engulfing her.

His hand glided under her nightgown, over her smooth back, pulling her tender body against his, their bodies rubbing frantically, stirring up the deepest desires.

“Already melting without a touch? Lizetta, admit defeat to me, say we won’t divorce, and I’ll give you anything.”

Remington’s kisses trailed from her eyebrows to her nose tip, down to her dainty chin, spreading downward to her neck.

His voice was low and teasing, almost bewitching.

Lizetta was kissed into a daze, but at the mention of divorce, she suddenly snapped to attention.

She opened her eyes to see the phone on the couch had switched to the home screen; Evelina had hung up.

She pushed Remington away fiercely. “Back off, I want to sleep!”

Remington, still buzzed from the booze, was intoxicated by the soft, fragrant woman beneath him, her clothes still on, which was making him even more heady.

Rejected suddenly by Lizetta, his desire unquenched, his temper flared.

With one hand, he pinned her wrists above her head and gripped her chin.

“You get all fired up over not divorcing, you that eager to leave me? Lizetta, I am not someone you can come and go as you please, provoke or push away whenever you feel like it!”

With that, his fingers hooked around the collar of her nightgown and yanked it open with a sudden force.

Lizetta had no chance to resist as he took her right then and there, pulling her into a whirlpool of passion.

The phone on the table started buzzing again, this time it was Remington’s.

Lizetta, spurred on by anger, lifted her body and bit down on his Adam’s apple.

s eyes

Adding fuel to the fire, his Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly under her lips, and he tilted his head back, his swirling darkly.

forgotten you

“Don’t bite like that, lesson from the first time?”

Lizetta instinctively recoiled, her eyes brimming with tears.

The first time was on her eighteenth birthday night; he wasn’t sober, and she was too naive.

The injury was pretty bad, stitches were needed, and she couldn’t get out of bed for several days. Even thinking about it now made Lizetta feel utterly embarrassed.

“Then be gentle.”

She was worried about the baby. Remington leaned down to kiss her, his voice muffled.

“I can’t be gentle, you’ve ignited a raging fire in me, feel it yourself.”

He guided her hand down, and Lizetta’s face flushed red. She resisted, but her fingertips eventually landed on his chiseled abs, igniting an even deeper blaze.

That night, she trembled beneath him like a delicate flower in the rain, like a small boat tossing in the waves.

He blocked her, pushed her.

Her refusals were silenced, even her moans turned sweet, completely conquered by him.

The buzzing phone was long forgotten and ignored.

In the heat of passion, her vision darkened as his large hand covered her eyes again.

He always did this; they never tried any other way.

What it meaned when a man wouldn’t look at her in bed, Lizetta didn’t know, but she was sure it wasn’t a good

sign.

Her heart soured, and she reached up to pull his hand away.

In the past, he held on tight. Lizetta thought it’d be the same this time, but to her surprise, his hand moved away easily.

When his face came into view, he was also tightly embracing her, reaching a climax.