The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

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.

of oxygen

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

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

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

Thalassa gasped for air, her

she had somewhat recovered, she realized Lysander was still sprawled on top of her, his deep breaths tickling her ear.

presence pulled at Thalassa’s nerves and quickened her heartbeat. After several heavy breaths, Thalassa managed to find her

voice husky as he replied, “Then

loss. “How can I sleep with you lying on

the hay soon. You might as well book your own room,” she suggested,

against her neck, rolling off her to lie beside

and glanced back at him before heading for the door.

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