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.

fogged from lack of oxygen and

his overpowering breath warming her face, his heavy exhalations against

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

Lysander released her, but he didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he held her close, his face pressed against hers, as if to steady his own breathing.

Thalassa gasped for air, her

somewhat recovered, she realized Lysander was still sprawled on

several heavy breaths, Thalassa managed to find her voice. “The sheets are fresh

brows knitted, his voice husky as he replied, “Then sleep.”

a loss. “How can I sleep

going to want to hit the hay soon. You might as well book your own

her neck, rolling off her to lie beside

sat up and glanced back at him

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

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