The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1177
Lysander slid into the backseat of the car, his larger-than-life presence filling the space entirely.
Thalassa glanced at his legs, noting he had changed into a fresh pair of jeans which concealed any sign of injury. He had walked
with her earlier, his stride steady, betraying no hint of discomfort.
Thalassa still felt uneasy when she thought of the scene yesterday when she saw the skin on his legs reddened with several
blood blisters.
Turning her head, she eyed his profile with concern. “Did you get those wounds on your leg checked today?”
Lysander turned his deep-set eyes toward her, a subtle tremor in his gaze. She was showing concern for him.
Clearing his throat, he replied, “Yeah, they’ve been taken care of.”
Thalassa gave him a small nod, relieved. “Good.”
As she was about to look away, Lysander suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist and, with a firm pull, hoisted her onto his
lap.
Thalassa yelped, her cheeks flushing as she turned to glare at him. “Lysander, what are you doing?”
She was going to get off, but Lysander wrapped his arms around her waist and anchored her to sit on his lap, his cheek against
the side of her face, his masculine, hot breath blowing on her ear. “You know exactly what I want to do, don’t you?”
His husky voice and hot breath sent shivers through Thalassa, her heart pounding wi

She struggled briefly, attempting to pry his hands away and move back to her seat.
“Ah...” Lysander winced, a sharp pain evident in his voice.
Thalassa’s movements froze, her voice laced with anxiety. “What’s wrong, did I hurt you?
“You know it hurts, and yet you move.” His voice was a low, throaty growl.
Thalassa stilled, not daring to aggravate his injury. After all, he had been hurt trying to
save her.
“We’re in a car, and you’re still injured. Can’t you be a little more behaved?” she asked, her tone almost pleading.
“It’s just a leg wound; it’s not getting in the way.” He nuzzled her ear lightly.
The ticklish sensation made Thalassa squirm. “Stop it, I just got out of the hospital. I just
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want some peace.”
“I’ll give you peace.” Lysander’s lips found hers, demanding and insistent.
He conquered her protests, stealing her breath away, leaving no room for resistance.

Thalassa’s initial stiffness gave way to breathlessness, her body melting into his embrace, succumbing to his domineering kiss.
Only when her eyelashes fluttered, signaling her near suffocation, did Lysander finally release her.
He held her close, allowing her to rest against his chest as they both gasped for air.
Lysander, too, was breathing heavily, his eyes intense, his body radiating heat but restrained by sheer will.
His hand gently stroked her back, soothing her
His lips glistened, and he reached for his phone, calling the driver. “Come on, drive.”
Thalassa’s consciousness flitted, realizing Lysander had planned this all along. Otherwise, why would he have the driver wait
elsewhere until he was done kissing her?
Thalassa snapped back to consciousness, noticing that she was still sitting on Lysander, and that it wouldn’t be good for the
driver to see the scene. She hurriedly straightened up and sat down in the nearby seat, but her chest was still heaving, and her
breathing wasn’t
calming.
“Back to Royal Estates or over to Star Harbor Villa?” Lysander asked, unexpectedly seeking her input.