The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 390

Thalassa instinctively tried to rise, but Lysander’s strong hand held her slender waist, pressing her down firmly. His grip was just right, firm without causing pain, yet unyielding, preventing her escape.

Just as Thalassa tried to get up, she had to sit back down. She was forced to feel his masculine energy and his overwhelming strength.

Surrounded by his strong aura, Thalassa was already nervous. Behind her was his broad chest. Beneath her were his fiery thighs, and around her waist, his firm and powerful hand held her still.

It felt as if a single move would cause him to snap her in half.

Swallowing hard, Thalassa stiffened, afraid to make any unnecessary movements, fearing that any slight misstep would ignite a spark.

She carefully said, “Mr. Sinclair, this is an office, a place of work.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a warm and elastic skin brushed against her cheek. The slight stubble caused a prickling sensation, both ticklish and painful.

Drawing in a sharp breath, Thalassa felt her body further stiffened in fear.

Lysander leaned his face close to hers, his cheek pressed against hers. His domineering and masculine scent enveloped her, oppressing every inch of her skin.

Her heart pounded like boiling water, incessantly thumping.

to treat sleeping with you as work,

husky voice resonated in her

sexy and dangerously close to being

hot breath sprayed on her sensitive ear, causing her body

her neck fearfully and

her face to turn red with

I meant this is an office,

intensity

her unable to get out

was definitely not easy.

permission, who would dare to enter?” Lysander’s low and domineering voice echoed

against her cool cheek, like a fusion of ice and fire, sparking a sizzling

spoke, his thin lips brushed her delicate neck,

found it hard to breathe, her chest heaving.

too good at teasing her, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

him. “Mr. Sinclair, I still have

hand, trying to pry him

she panicked, Lysander