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?

told you, we just happened to meet…”

were seized in a fierce kiss. He ravaged

intensity that it seemed he wanted

both punishment and rage.

her brain starved

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

saliva. A cough wracked her throat, but the sound was trapped as her

face coming close to her ear, his warm breath tickling her cheek as he spoke in

chest rose and fell rapidly. Hearing his words,

sensation-it was

you still want to drown in the lake?” Lysander straightened up, his finger once again

her head.

he had taken them seriously, punishing her with a simulation of

was too domineering and too forceful

in her eyes, Lysander’s