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.

away just to make them unhappy, then you might as well give them back to me.” Her voice wavered, betraying a softness

bit her lip a little harder, a punitive

contracting as she glared at

intense gaze seemed to

bright, brimming with defiance as she met his gaze.

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

blinking rapidly. “That’s not what I was thinking.”

said, his

I want you to go back. As

home, they’ll be distressed.” Thalassa’s heart

worry, they’re already asleep,” Lysander finally addressed her concern directly.

Thalassa was surprised.

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

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