The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel 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.

Now, her dreams were coming to life. She could feel Alaric's potent masculine presence enveloping her, his kiss intense with an undercurrent of spite and anger.

Yes, spite and anger.

Hertha's softened heart snapped back to reality abruptly. She placed 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 use in your games with your fiancée!"

She hated being used as a tool, just as Thalassa had been treated by Lysander, especially being used by Alaric as a strategy to get under Georgia's skin!

Alaric's striking eyes held hers, and beneath the anger, there 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 for her.