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.

grew more aggressive, threatening to suck away all her

bit down on his lip,

a metallic taste filled her

Lysander found his anger momentarily subsided, allowing some rationality

her away abruptly, wiping his bleeding lip, his fingertips stained with bright

of his darkened expression under the light, paired with the crimson blood, was chilling.

dare you?” His voice was low and hoarse, brimming with

relieved of his grip, retreated to the corner of the bed, though nowhere felt safe.

with saliva and blood, looked alluring in a twisted way. Gasping for breath, Thalassa spoke loudly, “Lysander, I owe you nothing. Why should I submit to your will? Five years ago, you had me, but

had been feeling suffocated under his oppressive

didn’t aspire to be Mrs. Sinclair either.

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

on edge, fearing he might discover