The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1268

Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat under Lysander’s piercing gaze, and she found herself instinctively stepping back.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Lysander’s towering frame advanced towards her, his chilling presence closing in. Thalassa retreated again, but her steps were no match for his rapid approach. He reached her, his hand snaking around her waist, pulling her forcefully against the hard plane of his abdomen. His cold eyes bore into hers. “Clean? Why is it clean?”

Blinking, Thalassa was momentarily confused by his question. “The sheets are fresh, no one’s slept in them. Aren’t they clean?”

“Touched by someone with purposes, can they still be clean?” His index finger tipped her chin up,

his frosty gaze locking with hers.

A shiver ran down Thalassa’s spine as she suddenly understood his insinuation. He was disgusted that Callum had been sitting on the bed.

But that bed was for her mother to sleep in, what did it have to do with him?

I told you, we just

finish, her lips were seized in a fierce kiss. He ravaged her mouth, leaving no corner

her lips with such intensity that it

gesture carried both punishment and rage.

gasping for air, her brain starved of oxygen. She was

was filled with Lysander’s robust masculine scent and the overpowering sweetness of his kiss.

desperate breaths were too rushed, and she choked on her own saliva. A cough wracked her throat, but the sound was trapped as

like she was going to pass out from discomfort, Lysander released her lips, his handsome face coming close to her ear, his warm breath tickling her cheek as he spoke in

for fresh air, Thalassa’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Hearing his

the choking sensation-it was a brief moment

lake?” Lysander straightened up, his finger

her head. “No.”

been in jest, but he had taken them seriously, punishing her with

domineering and too forceful

and the panic-stricken glimmer in her eyes, Lysander’s anger receded slightly.