The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 340

Lysander’s firm grip encircled Thalassa’s waist, holding her delicate figure as though his hand was a searing clamp.

Thalassa felt a wave of panic. She struggled against him, her skin rubbing against his palm, sparking a flurry of sensations that left her breathless.

His kiss was dominant and wild. A hint of rage presented as he claimed her lips, swallowing her breath as if he was devouring her whole.

His deep breaths led her own rapid ones, causing Thalassa to feel an intense fear. Was Lysander about to force himself on her as he had five years prior?

The memory of that pain, akin to being run over by a truck, filled Thalassa with a surge of resistance. She reached up, trying to push him away.

His shirt was open, revealing a muscular abdomen, brimming with masculine strength.

She meant to push him away, but the moment her hand touched his powerful chest, his overwhelming warmth radiated from her palm to her heart, making her heart flutter.

Thalassa felt increasingly in danger, her body trembling in fear and anticipation.

man’s kiss grew more aggressive, threatening to

last moment, Thalassa bit down on his

a metallic taste filled her

anger momentarily subsided, allowing some rationality to

his bleeding lip, his fingertips stained with bright

darkened expression under the light, paired

voice was low and hoarse, brimming with

grip, retreated to the corner of the

I owe you nothing. Why should I submit to your will? Five years ago, you had me,

had been feeling suffocated under his oppressive presence.

family looked down on her. She didn’t aspire to be Mrs. Sinclair either. Wasn’t it enough to keep her distance

insist on making her his woman, and threaten her when she refused, making her life

on edge, fearing he might discover their children and take them away from her.