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.

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

her lip a little harder,

body contracting as she glared

intense

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

can continue to run away with

flickering, blinking rapidly.

better not be,” Lysander said, his

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

and with you, their father, not at home, they’ll be distressed.” Thalassa’s heart clenched at

asleep,” Lysander finally

was surprised.

his eyes

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