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.

them unhappy, then you might as

lip a little harder, a punitive

body contracting

deep, intense gaze seemed to punish as it bore down on

eyes were bright, brimming with defiance as she met his gaze.

back to you so you can continue to run away with them?” Lysander’s

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

his index finger tilting her chin

go back.

be distressed.” Thalassa’s heart clenched at the thought of her little ones with teary eyes,

Lysander

Thalassa was

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

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