Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1334

Defeated, Yolanda furiously slammed the door shut again.

Moments later, the door pulled open. Cassius slid back in, holding a small convenience store bag in one hand and her backpack in the other.

Seeing that she had stayed put, he gave an approving quirk of his eyebrow and tossed her bag onto her lap.

Yolanda snatched it angrily and twisted to yank the door open, but she was trapped.

Cassius caught her arm with lightning speed, pulling the door shut and signaling the driver to move.

As the car pulled back onto the road, Yolanda crossed her arms, fuming in utter silence.

Cassius, looking entirely too pleased with himself, lazily rummaged through the small shopping bag.

Yolanda's blood boiled. She hated how he always did whatever he wanted, blatantly ignoring everything she said.

But what infuriated her more was how effortlessly he could unravel her composure. She couldn't stay apathetic around him.

Lost in her frustration, a sweet, cooling scent suddenly wafted under her nose.

Startled, Yolanda glanced down to see a wooden spoon carrying a scoop of creamy vanilla ice cream hovering right at her lips.

Before she could process it, the spoon pressed against her mouth.

She was running so hot with anger that she craved something cold, instinctively opening her mouth to take the bite.

The rich, sweet flavor melted across her tongue, instantly soothing the fiery tension in her chest.

She turned toward Cassius and saw him holding a freshly opened pint of ice cream.

Maintaining intense eye contact, he pulled the spoon from her lips, scooped another bite, and fed it to himself.

The man smirked. "There. Now we've shared a spoon from the same pint."

Yolanda was speechless.

The sudden chill sent a shiver down her spine. Cassius didn't give her a chance to resist, parting her lips with dominant precision and deepening the kiss.

He still had a mouthful of vanilla, which he ruthlessly pushed past her lips.

The cold sweetness melted into liquid warmth as their tongues tangled in a messy, desperate rhythm.

The intoxicating clash of ice and fire sent shockwaves through her entire body, making her tremble breathlessly against him.

She tried to shove his chest, but Cassius pinned her against the leather seat, intertwining their fingers in an iron grip.

The kiss shifted from biting cold to scorching heat, slowing into a seductive slide. By the time he finally pulled away, Yolanda's mind was reeling from the lack of oxygen.

Her cheeks were flushed as she pushed him back, taking in shallow, ragged breaths.

Seeing her look so beautifully wrecked and pliant made Cassius's chest ache with affection. He softened his tone as he tried to explain again.

"Zoey means nothing to me. We barely even talk off-camera. That photo of us isn't what it looks like. We wrapped a late-night shoot and the whole crew went out for snacks. The paparazzi cropped everyone else out. I wasn't sharing my food with her; her shoelace came untied, so I just held her pint for a second."