The thought of Alaric's words about her shameless flirtations with young men in the bar infuriated Lysander, igniting a rage within him that made him want to throttle her.
Thalassa felt his kiss getting more domineering, more forceful as if he was sucking the life out of her, leaving her breathless and light-headed.
A sudden pain shot through her thigh.
Snapping back into reality, Thalassa pushed against him with all the strength she could muster. But his muscular build was like a solid wall. Her efforts were utterly futile against him.
Unable to push him away and with the imminent danger looming before her, Thalassa bit down on his lips out of desperation.
Lysander let out a pained groan, but he didn't let her go. His kisses grew more and more fierce.
The taste of blood spread across her mouth, making him seem more dangerous and wilder, like a predatory beast.
Her heart was pounding like a drum, and her fear made her blood bubble and churn.
In the midst of her panic, Lysander finally let go of her.
His deep voice was husky and low as he asked, "What gives you the right to flirt with other men in bars? Are you tired of living, huh?"
Once freed, Thalassa moved her body back, distancing herself from the lethal danger he posed.
She looked at her thigh, marked with the unmistakable imprint of his fingers. It was a striking testament to his strength and the danger he posed.
She took in deep breaths. Her eyes were misty and confused as she looked at Lysander. His lower lip was bleeding, making him look even more devilishly attractive, like a blood-thirsty beast.
Thalassa swallowed hard, her breath hitching, "You were the one who said we're done and that I can't see our child. I was alone and bored, and I needed to find someone to keep me company. Isn't that what you wanted?"
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