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?

we just happened to

fierce kiss. He

sucked on her lips with such intensity that it seemed he wanted

carried both punishment and rage.

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

deeply, she was filled with Lysander’s robust masculine

rushed, and she choked on her own saliva. A cough wracked her

to her ear, his warm breath tickling her cheek as he

rose and fell rapidly. Hearing his words, she shook her head. It was unbearable, terrifying.

Lysander’s kiss, the choking sensation-it was a brief moment

in the lake?” Lysander straightened up, his finger once again lifting her

shook her head. “No.”

he had taken them seriously, punishing

domineering and too forceful with her.

from his kisses and the panic-stricken glimmer in her eyes,