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.

of oxygen

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

asphyxiation or from the heat

held her close, his face pressed against hers, as if to steady

free to breathe, Thalassa gasped for air, her lungs

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

find her voice. “The sheets are fresh now. I’m going to bed,” she

voice husky

a loss. “How can I sleep with

might as well book your own room,” she suggested, trying not to sound too

blindsided,” Lysander murmured against her neck, rolling off her to lie beside

glanced back at

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

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