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.

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

lip a little harder,

contracting as she glared at him.

hm?” His deep, intense

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

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

flickering, blinking rapidly. “That’s not what I was

not be,” Lysander said, his index finger

want you to go

father, not at home, they’ll be distressed.” Thalassa’s heart clenched at the thought of

asleep,” Lysander finally addressed

Thalassa was

to drip with honey, his eyes lingering on her blushing lips, her sea-glass eyes, her

more than to devour this little temptress, to show her his strength, to make her soft, to make