The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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.

and anger.

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

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

was an undeniable longing that had surged unbidden when he kissed her. It was the same desire

saw you as a pawn.” Alaric’s voice was hoarse,

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 be with

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

man they truly cherished. Seeing Hertha’s affection for Spencer had made him

from his life, no longer

engagement with Georgia, insisting that he was honor–bound to make it right since he had slept with her.

a mistake, he might as