The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390 

Thalassa instinctively tried to rise, but Lysander’s strong hand held her slender waist, pressing her down firmly. His grip was just right, firm without causing pain, yet unyielding, preventing her escape. 

Just as Thalassa tried to get up, she had to sit back down. She was forced to feel his masculine energy and his overwhelming strength. 

Surrounded by his strong aura, Thalassa was already nervous. Behind her was his broad chest. Beneath her were his fiery thighs, and around her waist, his firm and powerful hand held her still. 

It felt as if a single move would cause him to snap her in half. 

Swallowing hard, Thalassa stiffened, afraid to make any unnecessary movements, fearing that any slight misstep would ignite a spark. 

She carefully said, “Mr. Sinclair, this is an office, a place of work.” 

As soon as she finished speaking, a warm and elastic skin brushed against her cheek. The slight stubble caused a prickling sensation, both ticklish and painful. 

Drawing in a sharp breath, Thalassa felt her body further stiffened in fear. 

Lysander leaned his face close to hers, his cheek pressed against hers. His domineering and masculine scent enveloped her, oppressing every inch of her skin. 

Her heart pounded like boiling water, incessantly thumping. 

“Are you reminding me to treat sleeping with you as work, to not bring emotions into it, hmm?” 

His low and husky voice resonated in her ear. 

It was sexy and dangerously close to being lethal. 

His hot breath sprayed on her sensitive ear, causing her body to tingle. 

She shrank her neck fearfully and ticklishly. 

His words caused her face to turn red with both embarrassment and shame. 

She explained, “That’s not what I meant. I meant this is an office, anyone could walk in at any time and see.” 

She had already experienced his intensity twice at Royal Estates. 

It had left her unable to get out of bed. 

Being his woman was definitely not easy. 

“Without my permission, who would dare to enter?” Lysander’s low and domineering voice echoed in the room. 

His face, radiating heat, pressed against her cool cheek, like a fusion of ice and fire, sparking a sizzling connection. 

As he spoke, his thin lips brushed her delicate neck, a light peck. 

Even though it was a simple action, Thalassa found it hard to breathe, her chest heaving. 

He was too good at teasing her, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably. 

Scared, Thalassa knew she could not resist him. “Mr. Sinclair, I still have a lot of work to finish.” 

She grasped his hand, trying to pry him off and escape. 

As she panicked, Lysander suddenly pulled away. 

He had only given her a light kiss, barely a taste. 

Though the kiss had ended, the strength in his hand tightened, holding her slender waist even tighter. “Don’t move!”