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 happened

a fierce kiss. He ravaged her mouth, leaving no corner untouched.

lips with such intensity that it seemed he wanted to

carried both punishment and rage.

her brain starved of oxygen. She was on the verge of

as she instinctively inhaled deeply, she was filled with Lysander’s robust masculine scent and the overpowering sweetness

A cough wracked her

her ear, his warm breath tickling her cheek as he spoke in a low, magnetic voice, “This is what drowning feels like. How did

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

suffocation from Lysander’s kiss, the choking sensation-it was a brief moment she would never forget.

lake?” Lysander straightened up,

her

had been in jest, but he had taken

was too domineering and too forceful

her eyes, Lysander’s anger receded slightly.