The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 976
Under Lysander’s forceful kiss, Thalassa’s mind started to fog, her world spinning as her body grew weak and her oxygen supply
dwindled.
Just when she felt like she could no longer breathe, Lysander released her. His hand cradled the back of her head, fingers
weaving through her hair, imprisoning her as his forehead rested against hers. His heavy, masculine breath fanned between
them.
Her chest heaved, body limp, breathing shallow. His strong, potent presence made her heart pound relentlessly.
His voice, husky and tinged with heat, demanded, “I’ll give you one more chance. What happened in that hotel room?”
The mugger hadn’t managed to do anything because she had fought back fiercely. But what about after Callum arrived?
He had seen Callum kiss her forehead before, and this time, he found Callum holding her so tenderly.
It was clear to him that Thalassa had been willing.
In a situation where both parties are willing, what else was he expected to think happened?
At first, she lied about going to look at apartments
Evelyn, just so she could sneak off to see Callum!
Then she allowed Callum to kiss her forehead, and now, here they were, alone in a hotel room, embracing. Connecting the dots,
Lysander felt the anger within him simmering like a volcano on the brink of eruption.
He was aware of how deeply Leopold’s death had affected Thalassa, and he knew the place Leopold held in her heart.
Now, with just Callum, merely a friend of Leopold’s, she was so affectionate, so welcoming.
Was it all because of Leopold’s influence? Was she seeking to fill the void left by not being with Leopold through his friend?
Was he, a living, breathing man, really losing to a memory?
Lysander’s voice was deep and heated, almost angry as it spilled over Thalassa’s lips. His overpowering presence caused her to
tremble, her eyelashes fluttering, her heart squeezing tight.

Thalassa’s muddled consciousness snapped to attention.
She realized that Lysander had never believed her words at the hotel, nor did he believe that Elliott was the one who had
kidnapped her.
He knew there was another person who had taken her to the hotel and suspected what might have happened in the room.
Thalassa wanted to reveal Bruce, to see him suffer a fate worse than death for what he had done.
But with hatred came fear. Fear of the video in Bruce’s possession getting out and destroying her mother.
Biting back her loathing and concealing her guilt, her voice trembled, “Nothing happened. Elliott was about to do something when
Callum came in and saved me.
She stuck to her story that it was Elliott alone who had kidnapped her.
As her words fell, Lysander’s demeanor turned to stone, a low pressure enveloping the office, tormenting Thalassa’s heart.
His jaw clenched, facial muscles twitching with barely concealed rage as he said, “Alright, very well!”
His movements were rough and domineering, tearing open her blouse, which already had two buttons undone, without giving her
a chance to protest. “Ah!” Thalassa panicked, trying to cover herself, but it was in vain.
Lysander pushed up her skirt, his rough hands igniting sparks against her smooth skin.
Her heart felt ablaze, torn between alarm, numbness, and heat.
He leaned over her from behind.
Time lost meaning.
Thalassa lay spent and voiceless on the couch, her hair a tousled mess spilling over the edges, a mix of sweat and tears matting
it to her cheeks, appearing every bit as disheveled as a discarded doll.
Lysander, satisfied like a lion after its feast, zipped up his pants, picked up his shirt from the floor, and leisurely buttoned it up,
revealing a glimpse of his sturdy chest and the contours of his toned abs.

His eyes, post-coital and hazy, looked down at the stunned Thalassa from his stance by the couch, his voice low and husky,
“How many times will it take for you to learn?”