The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1416

Alaric’s ragged breath fanned across Hertha’s face, his long lashes brushing her cheek, sending shivers down her spine like a current of electricity. His alluring face was inches away, his lips pressed fervently against hers.

It was the tremble, the heart–racing, the thrill she had dreamed of countless times, where she and Alaric were locked in a passionate embrace, just like this.

Hertha felt as if her toes were curling.

For three years, she had daydreamed and nightdreamed about this man.

Hertha was no innocent like Thalassa. When she missed a man, she entertained vivid dreams of rolling in the hay with him, kissing him endlessly, sleeping with him through countless imagined encounters.

were coming to life. She could feel Alaric’s potent masculine presence enveloping

and

her hands on Alaric’s face and pushed him away, her wide, watery eyes filled with indignation as she panted, “Alaric, I am not a pawn for you to

Lysander, especially being used by Alaric

he kissed her. It was the same desire that had roared within him three years ago, the night they had crossed the point of no return, his body clamoring for her.

as a pawn.” Alaric’s voice was

long years. He had wanted to find Hertha, to explain to her that he didn’t want to be

out, haunted him. He had chased after her, only to see her with Spencer, looking so happy

side to the man they truly

vanished from his life, no longer appearing before