The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1092

Lysander gazed into Thalassa's eyes, depths swirling with a kind of moist turbulence.

His voice was husky as water, his lips grazing hers with the teasing promise of a predator before the pounce—sensual, dangerous, deadly.

"What's running through that pretty little head of yours? Did I say I was going to do anything?" Lysander's virile scent wrapped around Thalassa's lips, making her body shiver.

She clutched at his shirt, her fingers gripping the fabric over his chest. "Aren't you just torturing yourself?"

Playing with fire and yet not allowing themselves to get burned, wasn't he the one who would suffer?

Men usually bear the brunt of these half-finished games.

"I'm quite content," Lysander murmured before catching her flushed lip between his teeth, his breath growing heavy.

Thalassa trembled under his teasing, a delicious sensation uncontrollably spreading throughout her body, making her breathing tighten.

"If you don't get back, the kids will start their fussing again. If you took them away just to make them unhappy, then you might as well give them back to me." Her voice wavered, betraying a softness she hadn't noticed.

Lysander bit her lip a little harder, a punitive nip.

"Ouch..." Thalassa winced, her body contracting as she glared at him.

"What devious thoughts are you entertaining now, hm?" His deep, intense gaze seemed to punish as it bore down on her.

Thalassa's eyes were bright, brimming with defiance as she met his gaze. "When have I ever entertained devious thoughts?"

"Give the kids back to you so you can continue to run away with them?" Lysander's voice drew out the question provocatively.

She paused, her determined gaze flickering, blinking rapidly. "That's not what I was thinking."