The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 918

After the storm had passed, Thalassa lay sprawled on the couch, completely drained.

Lysander, meanwhile, had slipped back into his clothes with a grace and precision that belied the fervor of moments ago. His composure was fully intact, as if the intensity they had shared had left no imprint on him whatsoever.

His movements were measured and deliberate as he buttoned his shirt with one hand, exuding the calm dominance of a lion in its prime. He approached the couch and leaned over, pinching Thalassa’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look directly at him.

His gaze mirrored the depth of the night sky, profound and chilling, without a trace of hoarseness from the recent excitement.

“I want you to be filled with my presence-in your body, on your lips, in your heart. As long as you indulge in foolish dreams, you will know no peace. Understand?” His cold breath washed over her face, icy as a winter gale.

compelled to meet his gaze, her eyes swirling with terror, panic, and fear.

and faint. Her throat was raw,

was nothing short of

dropping as he let go of her chin. He grabbed a throw from the couch and draped it over her,

his long legs carrying him out

like a leaf in the wind, limp and powerless on the couch. Lysander’s tall, imposing figure exited the office, and as the door clicked shut behind him,

the psychological terror-all of it was overwhelming. Lysander was a demon from the deepest pits, utterly terrifying, and her whole body trembled at the thought of him.

Several days later.

stepped out of Crawley Group headquarters, ready to cross the street to the bus

view, and as she looked up, she saw a face