The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Lysander held a cigarette between his fingers, the bright orange glow flickering on his fingertips. A spar

k was visible in his deep–set Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

eyes.

Yet, the warmth of the ember did nothing to thaw the chill around him. He radiated an icy, sharp aura.

Upon seeing Lysander’s icy face, Thalassa felt her breath hitched. She approached him cautiously and

asked warily, “Mr. Sinclair, why are you out here so late?”

Just as she got close, Lysander suddenly grabbed her by the nape of her neck.

“Ah!” Thalassa got startled, completely taken off guard.

Before she could react, Lysander yanked her towards him.

She crashed into his chest, and the ember from the cigarette

in Lysander’s hand nearly scorched her hand.

Thalassa could distinctly feel a slight heat streak across her hand.

As the ember was about to touch her skin, Lysander moved his hand away. He

tossed the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out with his black leather shoe.

However, his grip on her neck didn’t loosen.

Thalassa winced in pain, frowning. “Mr. Sinclair, you’re hurting me.”

Lysander

swiftly moved his hand from her neck to her waist, pulling her close, making her unable to escape.

His face was

stem and his icy gaze was condescending. He said in a nonchalant tone, “How long did you date your

ex–boyfriend?” His voice was bone–chilling.

Thalassa felt a wave of fear and unease. Why was he suddenly asking this?

Lysander now radiated a dangerous aura. Thalassa didn’t dare to lie, so she confessed, “Two years.”

She met Leopold in college. He pursued her for two months, and she agreed, then they naturally fell to

gether.

Lysander’s lips curled into a cold smirk, “Two years, quite the love story.”

If she dated her ex–boyfriend for two years, and she loved him, why was she still a virgin?

Five years ago, in the old barn, he had deeply felt that she was a virgin.

It was a feeling that couldn’t be faked.

And the red blooming mark on the hay couldn’t be fabricated either.

“Mr. Sinclair, could you let go of me first?” Thalassa blurted out, her face flushed.

His large hand was gripping her waist, his body trapping hers.

She was pressed against him, in a position that was far too suggestive.”

Thalassa’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

Lysander saw her face. It was as blooming as a rose, and he could feel the faint scent of flowers on her

.

He started to become restless, his throat tightening.

His other hand went to the back of her head, and he buried his head in her delicate neck, biting down o

n her.

“Ah, it hurts!” Thalassa felt the sharp pain of teeth sinking into her flesh, and she screamed.

She felt panicky but helpless.

Her hands pushed against his chest. She was trying to push him away.

Lysander let her go, his tongue gently sweeping over the place he had just bitten.

The sensation of wetness on her soft neck made Thalassa’s body shiver.

Her voice became pleading, “Mr. Sinclair, please let me go.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. She didn’t know what she had done that upset Lysander.

He sought her out in the dead of night and bit her.

Images of vampires from horror movies filled her mind, and her fear was beyond words.

Lysander could feel her trembling in his arms, appearing nervous and uneasy.

Sensing her fear, he let go of her neck. He straightened his body and looked at her with a cold and seri

ous gaze.

Thalatta, dont forget you’re my woman. I don’t care who you have in your heart, but your body can only

belong to met Got it? Lysanders voice was filled with dominance, leaving her no room to resist

Thalas quickly covered her ne

with her hand, nodding frantically in response. 7 got it, I got it