The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1227

Thalassa made her way to the edge of the bed, poised to sit down, when suddenly she felt a firm grip around her waist and her body lifted into the air.

Lysander’s muscular chest pressed against her as he spun her around and pinned her down onto the soft bedding beneath them.

Panic fluttered in Thalassa’s chest, her eyes wildly searching until they locked with Lysander’s piercing gaze. It was as if his sharp eyes had captured the flickering light within her own.

Her heart was ensnared just as firmly.

Lysander’s large hand cradled her face, his deep-set eyes shadowed and voice husky, “How do you plan on repaying what you owe me?”

Thalassa’s breath hitched at his low, gravelly question, “What?”

“Your debt of gratitude,” he murmured, his rough voice like the pouring rain.

Her heart raced at his implication. Was he referring to the favor she now owed him because of that passing comment she made earlier? That she had repaid Callum and in turn, indebted herself to Lysander? Was he still holding onto that grudge?

mean…” Thalassa

had leaned in close, kissing her

yet, oddly tender. A tingling sensation began at the meeting of their lips, zipping straight to her heart, then rippled out to every

felt her entire body melt into cotton, her limbs going limp as if she

gasped for air, nearly suffocating, until Lysander finally released her, leaving her breathless. His damp kisses trailed down to the sensitive skin beneath her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her

his voice a deep

dazed mind snapped into clarity, her eyes

all it took to settle

had he been so upset about

still smoldering, “What’s wrong?

reality, “No, it’s not that. I just didn’t expect…”

what?” Lysander probed.

your favors could be repaid