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.

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

spite and

on Alaric’s face and pushed him away, her wide, watery eyes filled with indignation as she panted, “Alaric, I

by Lysander, especially being used by Alaric as a strategy to get under

surged unbidden when he kissed her. It was the same desire that had roared within him three years ago, the night they had crossed

as a pawn.” Alaric’s

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

out, haunted him. He had chased after her, only to

only showed their softest side to the man they truly cherished. Seeing Hertha’s affection for

no longer appearing before