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.

She could feel Alaric’s potent masculine presence enveloping her, his

spite and

eyes filled with indignation as she

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

was an undeniable longing that had surged unbidden when 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

you as a pawn.” Alaric’s voice was hoarse, tinged with raw

to explain to her that he didn’t want to

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

side to the man

that, Hertha had vanished from his life, no