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The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1272
Seeing her shocked, Lysander sneered, his reference to Callum as clear as day.
Thalassa bristled with anger, her eyes shimmering with rage as she shoved at
Lysander’s broad shoulders. “I have no clue what you're spouting!” she snapped,
her voice a tempest. The storm in Lysander’s deep-set eyes darkened, his large
hand cupping her face so firmly it contorted her features. “You don't understand?”
he growled, his voice a low rumble. “Then let me spell it out for you.”
Without another word, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a fierce,
silencing kiss.
“Mmph..." Thalassa’s breath hitched, her hands pushing against his shoulders in
vain.
His frame was a fortress of muscle and sinew, immovable.
No amount of shoving on her part could budge him. Instead, her efforts only
drained her strength, leaving her limp.
Feeling her resistance wane, Lysander cradled the back of her head, deepening
the kiss, claiming with a hunger that left no room for doubt.
Thalassa’s mind was fogged from lack of oxygen and the overwhelming
presence of Lysander.
Her head spun, her senses filled with nothing but his overpowering breath
warming her face, his heavy exhalations against her nostrils.
Her cheeks flamed, whether from asphyxiation or from the heat of his kiss, she
couldn't
tell.
Eventually, Lysander released her, but he didn’t pull away immediately. Instead,
he held her close, his face pressed against hers, as if to steady his own
breathing.
Now free to breathe, Thalassa gasped for air, her lungs aching for it.
When she had somewhat recovered, she realized Lysander was still sprawled on
top of her, his deep breaths tickling her ear.
The intense heat of his presence pulled at Thalassa’s nerves and quickened her
heartbeat. After several heavy breaths, Thalassa managed to find her voice. “The
sheets are fresh now. I'm going to bed,” she meant for him to take the hint and
leave.
Lysander’s brows knitted, his voice husky as he replied, “Then sleep.”
Thalassa was at a loss. “How can I sleep with you lying on top of me?"
“Mom's going to want to hit the hay soon. You might as well book your own
room,” she
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suggested, trying not to sound too exasperated.
“She won't be blindsided,” Lysander murmured against her neck, rolling off her to
lie beside
her.
Seizing the moment, Thalassa sat up and glanced back at him before heading for
the
door.
“You think you can just walk away?” Lysander’s voice, dark and resonant,
stopped her in
her tracks.
Thalassa stiffened, then turned to face him. “I need to be with my mom.”
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It was clear Lysander intended to
claim the room for himself,
displacing her mother if necessary.
, > :
But Thalassa wasn't here in Eldoria
for him; she was here to enjoy a
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Lysander remained prone, his gaze flicking towards her. “Watch
gaze flicking towards her. “Watch your behaviour, and you can stay a few more
days. Otherwise, you know the consequences.”
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His voice was casual yet laced with
menace, sending a shiver down
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Thalassa’s spine. With a deep breath,
she relented, returning to the bed and
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Arguing with him was futile. He'd only
get angry and do something rash,
and if her mother was here to
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Facing his ultimatum, Thalassa said nothing, curling up on the far edge of the
bed, her head resting on her arm, back turned to Lysander, sulking in silence.
Suddenly, the mattress dipped behind her, Lysander’s substantial weight
pressing down.
Thalassa tensed, about to turn around when Lysander’s arm encircled her,
pulling her int his embrace.
Instinctively, she squirmed, but Lysander’s iron grip held her fast. “Don’t move,”
he commanded.

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