Chapter 646
Thalassa sidestepped him, avoiding his touch. “You asked me to speak, and I did. Now you question it? Do you really want me to say that I still have a thing for Leopold? Do you want to hear me proclaim that I want to be with him? Would that satisfy you?”
Thalassa slumped onto the floor. Her body was so cold that she could no longer feel the chill of the marble tiles beneath her.
Her tongue was numb from his rough and deep kiss, and the discomfort in her body made her feel like she was about to explode.
At that moment, fear was the least of her concerns. A great anger was welling up inside her.
Lysander’s cold and sharp eyes darkened. “What did you say?”
“I said I still want to be with him. Are you satisfied now?” Thalassa reiterated. Her clear eyes were now shimmering with defiance.
She was already at his mercy, so rather than being torn apart by him, she would stand up to him.
Lysander’s handsome face tightened. A dark, ominous, and stormy sky seemed to appear in the room.
Thalassa felt like she could suffocate at any moment under his oppressive aura.
Thalassa panicked for a moment once she noticed how angry he was. She immediately regretted everything that came out of her mouth.
But it was too late.
Lysander grabbed her arm, hauled her up from the floor, walked her over to the office door, closed it, and pushed her against it. His strong, masculine body was mercilessly pinning her against the cold door.
His voice was cold and hoarse. “Too bad, I will never let you have your way!”
His crudeness made her heart pound like a drum. She was terrified. “No, don’t. There are people outside.”
Lysander’s office door was made of glass, and she could see David approaching from the other side, while Lysander was fuming behind her.
Thalassa was so scared that her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.
“It’s not Leopold, so what are you afraid of?” Lysander’s hot and dangerous breath sprayed on Thalassa’s sensitive ear, making her shudder.
His kisses trailed down from her ear as his strong masculine scent enveloped her.
Thalassa was so scared that her body stiffened, and her hands on the glass door began trembling.
David reached the door.
For a moment, Thalassa felt as if their eyes met, and she blushed. Her body turned cold with sheer embarrassment. Her heart pounded like a drum, on beat with a fast and heavy rhythm.
Lysander’s kisses did not stop. They were getting more intense.
“No…” Thalassa’s protests were cut off as her body started to tremble. She was unable to speak.
Outside, David rang the doorbell and stood for a moment with his gaze seemingly fixed on Thalassa.
She was so embarrassed that she wished she could drop dead right there.
After a while, David, seemingly not getting a response from inside, turned and left.
Inside, Thalassa was far from okay.
Much later.
Lysander straightened his shirt sleeve, looking as immaculate and arrogant as ever, as if nothing had happened. He sat back at his desk and continued working. Thalassa lay on the couch. She was a total mess, looking disoriented while panting heavily, seemingly trying to regain some sanity.
She slowly sat up from the couch, walked over to the desk, and picked up the files on it, but her breathing was still uneven. “Are you satisfied? Can I leave now?” Lysander looked up, meeting her clear, watery eyes, which held some disdain for him at the moment.
“You don’t have to leave. I might get hungry in the afternoon.” His deep, husky voice was indifferent, and his expression was unreadable.
The thought of another round scared Thalassa, and she quickly turned to leave the office.
He might get hungry in the afternoon?
Did he want to eat her?
This was too obvious. If Thalassa didn’t leave, exhaustion and pain would be the agendas of the afternoon.
She reached the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. She was getting anxious.
Suddenly, there was a sound of a remote control clicking, and the door opened.
Thalassa, panicking, didn’t bother to see who had pressed the remote. She squeezed through the gap in the door and rushed out.