The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 804
Thalassa’s body jerked violently from the sudden stop, and as the car steadied, so did she. Before she could react, Lysander had
unbuckled his seat belt, exited the driver’s seat, and slid into the back seat with her. His large hand clamped around her chin,
turning her face towards him. “You don’t know who I am, do you? Well, let me enlighten you.”
Thalassa looked at him. His icy gaze was as deep as a bottomless abyss. It was so intense that it sent her heart racing in sheer
panic.
Before she could say anything, her chin was clamped tight, her lips lifted, and his forceful kiss seized her.
“Mmh...” Thalassa’s breath was stolen away by his domineering kiss. His potent masculine scent pervaded her senses,
infiltrating her pores and claiming dominion over her bloodstream, her heart, her senses.
It set her blood ablaze, made every cell in her body restless and anxious. Her heart pounded furiously, like boiling water in a
kettle.
It was always like this. Every time she infuriated him, he would make her pay.
Thalassa felt a mountain of grievances welling up inside her. She’d managed to snap back at him just moments ago, only to
have him retaliate with a fierce, devouring kiss.
Her grievances flooded over. She refused to be dominated by him any longer.
She began to resist, her hands pushing against his firm chest. The scorching heat radiating from him caused her heart to flutter,
but she didn’t cower. She pushed him away with all her might.
Her body instinctively recoiled, trying to get away from him.
The hand she had placed on his chest was ensnared by his larger one, held in a vice-like grip, rendering her unable to move.
His imposing body forced her down onto the seat, leaving her no room to retreat.
Thalassa stared back at him with frantic eyes, her foot lashing out in a desperate attempt to kick him away.
But before she could kick, his large hand wrapped around her thigh, pressing her leg onto the back of the front seat. This twisted
her into an uncomfortable position, stretching her leg to its limit and causing her to wince in pain.

She’d never been a dancer, and the position she was forced into resembled some sort of advanced stretching exercise. The pain
was overwhelming.
“Ehh...” Thalassa let out a whimper of pain.
Lysander released her lips, holding her hands above her head with one hand, his strong body pressing against her stretched leg.
He freed a hand to press a button and the partition between the front and back seats descended, isolating them from the rest of
the world.
The windows of the car were tinted, allowing them to see out, but preventing others from seeing in.
With the partition down, the space was even more cramped. Thalassa’s heart pounded in her chest as she sensed the danger
permeating the confined
space.
She was trapped.
Thalassa took deep, panic-stricken breaths, her eyes darting towards Lysander.
His breathing was heavy, his eyes deep and icy. They were bottomless pools of darkness that radiated with an intense rage.
He was like an enraged lion, ready to tear apart its prey.
Thalassa’s pupils constricted with terror, her voice shaky as she spoke, “Lysander, what are you doing? Not here... Not like
this...”
“Why not?” Lysander’s voice was husky, his dark eyes shone with a deep intensity. “If you can’t remember, then I’ll make you
remember. Remember who I
am!”
With that, his imposing figure descended upon her, his lips capturing hers in a relentless kiss.
Thalassa had been able to resist before, but now, with her hands held above her head and her leg unable to move, she was
helpless. All she could do was panic and endure.

His kiss trailed down from her chin, and wherever his moist lips touched, it felt like a spark igniting her skin.
Her body heated up, her heart raced, and her breathing became rapid.
Outside the car, the world moved on, oblivious to the drama unfolding within.
Inside the car, it was a furnace.
Thalassa tilted her head back, her tear-filled eyes gazing out of the window at the passing cars. She bit down on her lips,
refusing to let herself cry out.