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.

from lack of oxygen and the overwhelming presence of Lysander.

senses filled with nothing but his overpowering breath warming her face, his

cheeks flamed, whether from asphyxiation or from the heat of his kiss, she couldn’t tell.

held her close, his face pressed against hers,

for

recovered, she realized Lysander was still sprawled on top of her,

several heavy breaths, Thalassa managed to find her voice. “The sheets are fresh now. I’m going to bed,”

brows knitted, his voice husky as

can I sleep with you lying

soon. You might as well book your own room,” she suggested, trying not to sound

against her neck, rolling off her to lie beside

back at

away?” Lysander’s voice, dark and resonant, stopped

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