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.

just to make them unhappy, then you might as well give them back to me.” Her voice wavered, betraying a softness she hadn’t

little harder, a punitive

winced, her body contracting as

now, hm?” His deep, intense gaze seemed to punish as it bore down

as she met his gaze. “When have t

run away with

flickering, blinking rapidly. “That’s not

his

subject. I want you to go back. As their mother,

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 with teary eyes, crying for

asleep,” Lysander

Thalassa was surprised.

voice was so low and magnetic that it seemed to drip with honey, his eyes lingering on her blushing lips, her sea-glass eyes, her

temptress, to