The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 434
“Looked like you still didn’t learn your lessons, huh?” Lysander’s icy gaze was as chilling as a winter storm, his handsome face a
mask of frosty indifference.
His cold breath fanned across her face, making Thalassa shudder involuntarily.
She recalled his threatening words, his promise that if she dared to run, he would make her life a living hell.
A ripple of fear passed through her as she stammered, “Mr. Sinclair, I was wrong.”
“Too late,” Lysander’s icy words fell upon her liked the first snowflakes of winter. He released her chin, wrapped his arm around
her slender waist, and strode out of
the restroom.
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, “Presidential suite, please.”
With that, he slipped his phone back into the pocket of his suit.
Fear blossomed in Thalassa, making her legs wobble.
She pleaded hastily, “Mr. Sinclair, it’s late. I need to get back.”
She had left without telling Evelyn, who was sleeping in a separate room. The children were asleep, too, and would panic if they
woke up and couldn’t find her.
She knew what booking the Presidential suite meant.
Lysander tightened his grip around her waist, dominant and assertive.
“No need to go back.”
The elevator took them straight to the top floor, where the Presidential suite was located. The door was already open, and
Lysander led her inside, pressing her up against the door as it closed behind them.
Thalassa’s back was cold against the mahogany door while Lysander’s muscular body enveloped her.

“Tonight, you’ll face the consequences of your actions,” He whispered into her ear, his hot breath tickling her sensitive skin.
Thalassa shivered involuntarily.
Her sweaty back against the cold door created a stark contrast with Lysander’s warm body pressing against her, creating a
sensation of both cold and heat.
This contrast stimulated Thalassa, making her breath hitch and her heart pound.
Lysander’s lips kissed the sensitive skin behind her ear, his breath fanning across her skin.
His lips were both cold and warm as he nibbled on her skin, making her shiver with delight and fear.
Panicked, Thalassa tried to push him away.
But her hands were caught in his strong grip before she could even touch his chest.
He was too strong, leaving her no room for resistance.
With one hand holding hers and the other around her waist, he had her completely trapped.
His gentle kisses turned fierce, moving from her neck to her jaw, then finally to her lips.
He kissed her passionately, leading her towards the bed.
He laid her down on the plush bed covered in down comforters.
Before Thalassa could react, Lysander’s lithe body was on top of hers, capturing her lips once more. Their breaths mingled in the
dimly lit room.
With a flick of his wrist, he turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
The city lights outside the large windows flickered and danced, casting moving shadows on the walls.
The electric blinds slowly closed, blocking the outside world.
And inside the room, a different kind of frenzy unfolded.
The room was quiet, the lights dim.

Thalassa slept deeply, unaware of how much time had passed before she slowly regained consciousness.
As soon as she woke, memories of the previous night flooded her mind.
Lysander had been relentless, ignoring her pleas for mercy.
She didn’t even know how she had fallen asleep.
Thinking about what had transpired, she felt her face heat up in embarrassment and irritation.