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.

don’t get back, the kids will start their fussing again. If you took them away just to make them unhappy, then you might as well give them back to me.” Her voice wavered, betraying a softness

a little harder,

Thalassa winced, her body contracting as she glared

thoughts are you entertaining now, hm?” His deep, intense gaze seemed to

defiance as she met his gaze. “When have t ever entertained devious

run away with them?”

blinking rapidly. “That’s not what I

his index finger

you to go back.

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

asleep,” Lysander finally addressed her concern

was

to drip with honey, his eyes lingering

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