The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 941

"Who do you want to marry?" Lysander's face was as stern as a thundercloud, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, piercing her with the chill of an ice blade.

"I... I don't know." Thalassa's breath came in heavy gasps, her fingers clutching the hem of his shirt, trembling slightly.

"Ha, wishful thinking!" A cold light passed through Lysander's shadowed eyes as he ripped the clothes from her body.

"Uh..."

...

Thalassa's consciousness slowly stirred, and with the slightest movement, pain shot through her body, causing her delicate brows to furrow.

Enduring the aches that racked her frame, she rolled her head to the side, something amiss beneath her skull. Her cheek rested against a strong and powerful arm, radiating a sense of formidable strength.

Images from the previous night flashed through her mind.

Lysander was a tempest in the bathroom, pressing her against the wall, while she, unable to resist, clung to his neck, tipping her head back, her lips parted as she stared at the flickering light above.

The shower water cascaded over them, shrouding the room with a mist of warmth and intimacy.

Later, in the bed, Lysander gripped her waist, entwining her in a desperate embrace.

Thalassa felt as though she were losing half her life.

Eventually, she passed out.

The memories of last night were too painful, too vivid.

A jolt of realization shot through Thalassa, her awareness snapping into focus. She opened her eyes to see Lysander's strikingly handsome face, his high-bridged nose, sensual thin lips, and intense brows that added to his rugged beauty.

Her breath hitched, heart pounding.

Even with his eyes closed, Thalassa could sense the danger that emanated from him- danger that could flay her skin and snatch away half her life.

Thalassa hurriedly tried to get up.

But with one move, the hand at her waist tightened, pulling her back down beside him.

A husky voice broke the silence, "Where to?"