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.

If you took them away just to make them unhappy, then you might as well give them back to

little harder, a punitive nip.

body contracting as she glared at him.

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

brimming with defiance as she met his gaze. “When have t

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

blinking rapidly. “That’s

not be,” Lysander said, his index finger tilting her

I want you to go back. As their mother, I’d have

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

asleep,” Lysander finally addressed her

was surprised.

was so low and magnetic that it seemed to drip with honey, his eyes lingering on

temptress, to show her his strength, to make