Chapter 340
Lysander’s firm grip encircled Thalassa’s waist, holding her delicate figure as though his hand was a searing clamp.
Thalassa felt a wave of panic. She struggled against him, her skin rubbing against his palm, sparking a flurry of sensations that left her breathless.
His kiss was dominant and wild. A hint of rage presented as he claimed her lips, swallowing her breath as if he was devouring her whole.
His deep breaths led her own rapid ones, causing Thalassa to feel an intense fear. Was Lysander about to force himself on her as he had five years prior?
The memory of that pain, akin to being run over by a truck, filled Thalassa with a surge of resistance. She reached up, trying to push him away.
His shirt was open, revealing a muscular abdomen, brimming with masculine strength.
She meant to push him away, but the moment her hand touched his powerful chest, his overwhelming warmth radiated from her palm to her heart, making her heart flutter.
Thalassa felt increasingly in danger, her body trembling in fear and anticipation.
The man’s kiss grew more aggressive, threatening to suck away all her air.
At the last moment, Thalassa bit down on his lip, hard.
Instantly, a metallic taste filled her mouth.
Realizing she had bitten him, Lysander found his anger momentarily subsided, allowing some rationality to return.
He pushed her away abruptly, wiping his bleeding lip, his fingertips stained with bright red.
The sight of his darkened expression under the light, paired with the crimson blood, was chilling.
“Thalassa, how dare you?” His voice was low and hoarse, brimming with cold anger.
Thalassa, momentarily relieved of his grip, retreated to the corner of the bed, though nowhere felt safe.
Her breathing was erratic, her clear eyes filled with tears. Her lips, swollen from his kiss and stained with saliva and blood, looked alluring in a twisted way. Gasping for breath, Thalassa spoke loudly, “Lysander, I owe you nothing. Why should I submit to your will? Five years ago, you had me, but you also gave me a villa. Let’s consider it settled! I want nothing to do with you anymore. Is this wrong of me?”
She had been feeling suffocated under his oppressive presence.
The Sinclair family looked down on her. She didn’t aspire to be Mrs. Sinclair either. Wasn’t it enough to keep her distance from them?
Why did he insist on making her his woman, and threaten her when she refused, making her life unbearable?
She had been constantly on edge, fearing he might discover their children and take them away from her.
So, she had been compliant, hoping to find the right opportunity to escape with her children unnoticed.
But the pressure was unbearable.
She was always walking on eggshells, always at his mercy.
He would lash out at her without reason, disregarding her dignity.
Thalassa’s patience had its limits, and she had finally snapped.
Lysander stared at her angry face with his deep-set eyes, clenching his jaw tightly, and then he nodded slightly.
He then casually left the bed.
Thalassa was surprised, her body tensed. She thought that he had been moved by her words and was going to let her go.