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.

lack of oxygen and the overwhelming

nothing but his overpowering breath warming her face, his

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

he didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he held her close,

to breathe, Thalassa gasped for air, her

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

voice husky as he

sleep with you

to want to hit the hay soon. You might as well book your own room,” she

her neck, rolling off her

up and glanced back at him

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

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