The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 476

Chapter 476

His kiss, laced with the intoxicating scent of masculinity, danced across the delicate curve of her neck.

Thalassa shivered involuntarily.

Her nerves were tingling.

Without giving much thought, she hugged his head, her voice a soft whisper, "Mr. Sinclair, I've spilled coffee on myself. I wouldn't want to stain your clothes."

Lysander continued to nuzzle her skin, his voice husky and seductive, "Let me help you clean up."

Thalassa's head buzzed. She was trying to tell him she was dirty and hoping he would keep his distance.

But he seemed to be on a different wavelength.

No sooner had he spoken, Thalassa was swept off her feet, carried effortlessly towards the bathroom.

Thalassa wrapped her arms around his neck as a natural movement. As they approached the bathroom, her panic surged. "Mr. Sinclair, I can walk,’ she said.

“We'll clean up together’ he replied, his voice rough and firm.

The bathroom door was kicked open by his foot and closed behind them.

Her rental did not boast the grandeur of Royal Estates. The bathroom was a small space just for one person.

Now, with the two of them, and Lysander's towering and muscular build, the foom felt even more confined.

The air was thick with his intimidating presence and intense masculine pheromones.

Thalassa found it hard to breathe, and in that moment, she was ready to shower.

Lysander had already shed his clothes.

The shower head was turned on. Warm water was cascading down from above, splashing Thalassa’s face.

Before she could react, she was in Lysander's arms.

His tall and perfect figure was all filled with masculine allure.

Thalassa heard the door close and knew Lysander had left.

Her tense nerves finally relaxed.

Things were spiraling out of control.

Before the night, Lysander only took her to hotels or his house.

Now, he came directly to her house, catching her off guard.

Luckily, she lived alone. If she hadn't discovered the secret of the necklace and continued living with the kids...

It would have been a disaster.

As Thalassa lay there, drained, her stomach grumbled.

She didn’t want to move, so she decided to bear with the hunger.