The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1272

Chapter 1272

Seeing her shocked, Lysander sneered, his reference to Callum as clear as day.

Thalassa bristled with anger, her eyes shimmering with rage as she shoved at Lysander’s broad shoulders. “I have no clue what you’re spouting!” she snapped, her voice a tempest. The storm in Lysander’s deep-set eyes darkened, his large hand cupping her face so firmly it contorted her features. “You don’t understand?” he growled, his voice a low rumble. “Then let me spell it out for you.”

Without another word, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a fierce, silencing kiss.

“Mmph…” Thalassa’s breath hitched, her hands pushing against his shoulders in vain.

His frame was a fortress of muscle and sinew, immovable.

No amount of shoving on her part could budge him. Instead, her efforts only drained her strength, leaving her limp.

Feeling her resistance wane, Lysander cradled the back of her head, deepening the kiss, claiming with a hunger that left no room for doubt.

oxygen and the overwhelming

head spun, her senses filled with nothing but his overpowering breath warming her face, his heavy exhalations

the heat of his

pull away immediately. Instead, he held her close, his face pressed against hers, as if to

breathe, Thalassa gasped for air, her lungs aching for

still sprawled

at Thalassa’s nerves and quickened her heartbeat. After several heavy breaths, Thalassa managed to find her voice. “The sheets are fresh now. I’m going to bed,” she

his voice husky as

I sleep

well book your own room,” she suggested, trying not

blindsided,” Lysander murmured against her neck, rolling off her

glanced back at

voice, dark and resonant, stopped her in her

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