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 her, his kiss

and

away, her wide, watery eyes filled with indignation as she panted, “Alaric, I

being used as a tool, just as Thalassa had been treated by Lysander, especially being used by Alaric as

that had surged unbidden when he kissed her. It was the same desire that had roared within

Alaric’s

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

chased after her, only to see her with Spencer, looking so happy

knew women, and he knew they only showed their softest side to the man they truly

his life, no longer appearing before him and never reaching out.