The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

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Lysander gazed into Thalassa’s eyes, depths swirling with a kind of moist turbulence.

His voice was husky as water, his lips grazing hers with the teasing promise of a predator before the pounce-sensual, dangerous, deadly.

“What’s running through that pretty little head of yours? Did I say I was going to do anything?” Lysander’s virile scent wrapped around Thalassa’s lips, making her body shiver.

She clutched at his shirt, her fingers gripping the fabric over his chest. “Aren’t you just torturing yourself?”

Playing with fire and yet not allowing themselves to get burned, wasn’t he the one who would suffer?

Men usually bear the brunt of these half-finished games.

“I’m quite content,” Lysander murmured before catching her flushed lip between his teeth, his breath growing heavy.

Thalassa trembled under his teasing, a delicious sensation uncontrollably spreading throughout her body, making her breathing tighten.

get back, the kids will start their fussing again. If you took them away just to make them

bit her lip a little harder,

contracting as she glared at him.

now, hm?” His deep, intense gaze seemed to

she met

you so you can continue to run away with them?” Lysander’s voice drew out the question

determined gaze flickering, blinking rapidly. “That’s not what

his

go back.

to not be with them, and with you, their father, not at home, they’ll be distressed.” Thalassa’s heart clenched at the thought of her little ones

already asleep,” Lysander finally addressed her concern directly.

was

that it seemed to drip with honey, his eyes lingering on her blushing lips, her sea-glass

more than to devour this little temptress, to show her his strength, to make