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 presence of Lysander.

overpowering breath warming her face, his heavy

cheeks flamed, whether from asphyxiation or from the heat of his kiss,

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

breathe, Thalassa gasped for air, her lungs aching

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

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 meant for him to take the

brows knitted, his voice husky as he replied,

loss. “How can I sleep with you lying

as well

against her neck,

up and glanced back

you can just walk away?” Lysander’s voice, dark and

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