All Chapters of TWO LIVES - Shattered Illusion : Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

“He literally morphed into something else when you...” her eyes softened.Niya blinked.“Like – no offense,” the fire was back, “your body was barely on the floor before he went full beast mode. Barking orders. Eyes black. Screaming at that Kade guy like he committed war crimes. I mean, I almost peed a little. He was scary.”“Yeah. I felt it,” Niya looked down at her IV.“And he wouldn’t even let me hold you,” Pony scoffed. “Snatched you like you were his emotional support animal. I thought he was going to throw Kade off the balcony.”Niya snorted.“I almost erased every bad thought I had about him because of that sweet old woman – what’s her name, Rosetta?” she continued, plopping into the beige armchair beside her. “She was so warm like cocoa and bedtime stories warm. But then he did what he did and – bam. Monster. Niya, you gotta be careful.”Niya stayed quiet.“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I know what I saw. That man could hurt you. Not on purpose, maybe. But his type… T

Raphael stood at the threshold, his shoulders tensed beneath his white shirt, and had his sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing long veiny, tattooed arms. His jaw was clenched, but those glacial, mercilessly blue eyes swept over her with something far more dangerous than anger.Concern.It made her sit up straighter.She tried to act casual but failed woefully.He took her in – the red tinge still warming her cheeks, the faint purplish hue under her eyes, his shirt that swallowed her whole but couldn’t hide how small she looked in that bed.Seeing that she was okay wasn't enough to drown his anger but it was enough to make him feel like an asshole for simply forgetting too soon that she took sips from my priced collections.“You look like a strawberry,” his deep voice rumbled. Her brain whirled.The lighting in Alex’s dining room had been dim, and the steak on her plate was untouched. Her hand still gripped the side of her water glass because she didn’t know where else to look. They’

This was the worst possible time for him to be thinking about anything remotely related to sex, so his brain short-circuited, trying to redirect.“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and his cock jerked at the sound like his body had zero respect for context.And worse than the involuntary reaction was the sudden hollow in her voice like she actually meant it. That his twisted, unfinished story had somehow become hers.Why the fuck was she sad?He hadn’t told her the stupid story for that. It wasn’t supposed to be soft or vulnerable, neither was it a confession. It was a fucking warning.“Don’t be,” he rushed. “It’s a weakness.”Her throat was too strained to respond.His nostrils flared. Since he walked into the room, he'd been hard as a rock, and he kind of loathed it. Loathed her – no… her voice, for tempting him in this most brutal vulnerable way. Loathed himself, for not having more self-control when it came to her.It would be so easy to give in to the desire roaring through his veins, t