Chapter 340

Lysander’s firm grip encircled Thalassa’s waist, holding her delicate figure as though his hand was a searing clamp.

Thalassa felt a wave of panic. She struggled against him, her skin rubbing against his palm, sparking a flurry of sensations that left her breathless.

His kiss was dominant and wild. A hint of rage presented as he claimed her lips, swallowing her breath as if he was devouring her whole.

His deep breaths led her own rapid ones, causing Thalassa to feel an intense fear. Was Lysander about to force himself on her as he had five years prior?

The memory of that pain, akin to being run over by a truck, filled Thalassa with a surge of resistance. She reached up, trying to push him away.

His shirt was open, revealing a muscular abdomen, brimming with masculine strength.

She meant to push him away, but the moment her hand touched his powerful chest, his overwhelming warmth radiated from her palm to her heart, making her heart flutter.

Thalassa felt increasingly in danger, her body trembling in fear and anticipation.

more aggressive, threatening to suck

the last moment, Thalassa bit down on

a metallic taste

him, Lysander found his anger momentarily subsided, allowing some rationality to return.

bleeding lip, his fingertips stained with bright red.

sight of his darkened expression under the light, paired

His voice was low and

grip, retreated to the corner of the bed,

lips, swollen from his kiss and stained with saliva and blood, looked alluring in a twisted way. Gasping for breath, Thalassa spoke loudly, “Lysander, I owe you nothing. Why should

suffocated under his oppressive

on her. She didn’t aspire to be Mrs. Sinclair

did he insist on making her his woman, and threaten

edge, fearing he might discover

to find the right opportunity to

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