Chapter 1092


    Lysander gazed into Thssa''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 Thssa''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?"


    ying 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.


    Thssa trembled under his teasing, a delicious sensation uncontrobly 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..." Thssa winced, her body contracting as she red at him.


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


    bore down on her.


    Thssa''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."


    "It better not be," Lysander said, his index finger tilting her chin upward.


    "Don''t change the subject. I want you to go back. As their mother, I''d have to be hospitalized to not be


    with them, and with you, their father, not at home, they''ll be distressed." Thssa''s heart clenched at


    the thought of her little ones with teary eyes, crying for their parents.


    "Don''t worry, they''re already asleep," Lysander finally addressed her concern directly.


    "Asleep?" Thssa was surprised.


    "Mhm." Lysander''s voice was so low and maic that it seemed to drip with honey, his eyes lingering


    on her blushing lips, her sea-ss eyes, her pale cheeks. His Adam''s apple bobbed.


    Thssa was damnably enticing; he wanted nothing more than to devour this little temptress, to show


    her his strength, to make her soft, to make her cry.


    However, remembering the child she carried, he forcefully curbed the heat coursing through him, the


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    "I still need an answer to my earlier question," Lysander''s deep gaze softened as he looked into her


    eyes.


    Thssa''s pupils flickered, her heart skipping a beat.


    She didn''t speak immediately; instead, she held his gaze steadily. His chiseled face was enigmatic in


    the dim light, his expression serious and intense.


    It seemed she had no escape from his question.


    Had she tried to sidestep the topic only to be cornered?


    Did he really want to see her squirm, to have her reveal her mother''s involvement with Bruce?


    "I respect my mother''s wishes," Thssa replied, her gaze dropping, no longer meeting his.


    "Are you afraid that I might find out?" Lysander''s finger continued to lift her chin, forcing her to look at


    him, refusing to let her hide.