The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 287

Thalassa felt a sting from his gaze, her eyes darting anxiously. Following his line of sight, she found herself clad in a blue suit threaded with golden lines.

Her heart hammered wildly, her words tumbling out in panic, “I bumped into him at the restaurant yesterday. He insisted on driving me home. I left my purse in his car. I didn’t want to, but he insisted on coming over, afraid I’d catch a cold, so he lent me his jacket.”

Lysander gritted his teeth, grabbed her wrist, and hoisted her off the couch with a rough gesture, tearing off the suit she was wearing and tossing it aside. Then, he dragged her upstairs to the master bedroom and pushed her into the bathroom.

He turned on the shower, the hot water pouring down on Thalassa. Caught off guard, she flinched from the sudden torrent.

Before she could react, her nightgown was ripped open from the neckline, buttons popping off and scattering on the floor.

Lysander was tearing at her clothes like a beast ripping into its prey.

Thalassa hastily covered her chest, backing away in panic, “Mr. Sinclair, please, there’s nothing going on between Leopold and me.”

“Then prove it to me,” Lysander’s voice was icy as he advanced on her, step by step.

The water from the shower head rained down on them both.

torn off and soaked by the water, looked a total

down from his short, damp locks and landing on his handsome, sharp features. His

a perfect set of abs

wild beauty radiated

this was as dangerous as it was

she bumped into the wall, no escape

His handsome face loomed over her, the steamy, dangerously hot breath brushing her lips, “Did you think being

wild,

an electric current, intermittent jolts shot

body stiffened, her heartbeat accelerating.

me off the hook

trembled

scent of his masculinity seeping into

unease, tension, helplessness.

could being his woman ever be easy?