The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 890

Thalassa attempted to tug her leg free, but it was firmly captured between Lysander’s muscular thighs. The strength in his well-toned legs immobilized her in an instant.

Thalassa had thought the children were still asleep in bed, but now she understood. Lysander must have taken them back to their rooms.

She had been asleep and completely missed it.

The heat radiating from behind her, coupled with the panic of being trapped between Lysander’s legs, set off warning bells in Thalassa’s mind.

Her breath quickened. “Lysander, it’s late.”

“Mmm, I know,” Lysander’s deep voice rumbled in her ear. His nose gently grazed her neck, his warm breath fanning her delicate skin.

This teasing gesture sent a jolt through Thalassa as if she’d been electrocuted. She shivered involuntarily and arched her back like a bow.

“When you’re tense, it’s as if you’re inviting me,” Lysander murmured, his arms circling her as his warm breath continued to flutter against her neck.

His husky voice was thick with danger.

Thalassa felt like a deer caught in a predator’s claws. The predator’s tongue was constantly licking her delicate skin, ready to pounce.

panic and danger was

tensed up her whole body, “I don’t want to cuddle. I want to sleep. It’s

and the undertone of her words held a hint of intimacy.

Lysander, it was not a rejection. Instead, her weak voice

moans of a woman, the allure of playing hard to get, were impossible

his blood pumping faster.

it down just a few degrees.

was all too familiar with. Her body tingled, her heart skipping a beat

over and grabbed the remote on the bedside table and turned down the

away and create some distance between

involvement in Leopold’s death, Thalassa had felt a huge barrier between them. Having not

any physical contact with

moved away, she was pulled back into his lean arms. Lysander’s strong hand circled her

was easily drawn back into Lysander’s

soft gasp escaped her

not going to sleep?” Lysander’s voice was cold, deep, and questioning.

a constant reminder of the danger behind her. She could even feel