Chapter 742
Lysander’s kiss was assertive. It was a blatant act of dominance.
Thalassa’s pupils dilated as her anxious breaths became tangled in his powerful aura. Her heart thumped so loudly that she thought it might burst.
Her hands pushed against his chest, but he had her pinned beneath him. No matter how much strength she used, she couldn’t move him. His kiss only deepened as he parted her lips in conquest.
His large hand pressed against her back as if he wished to crumble her into pieces.
Thalassa’s soft body was pressed tightly against his. Her breath came in short gasps as her cheeks flushed red.
Her panic escalated, and she bit down hard.
She could feel his handsome face twitch against hers. Soon, a muffled groan escaped his lips.
Immediately, her mouth filled with a metallic taste.
Lysander released her. Even though he had just kissed her so passionately, there wasn’t a trace of true emotion behind it.
He licked the corner of his lips as an ice-cold expression adorned his handsome face.
Thalassa was horrified. She noticed the blood on his lips, making him look like a wild beast fresh from a kill, with the remnants of its prey still smeared on its lips.
He savored the taste and casually licked his lips again.
His wild, dangerous, and strikingly masculine demeanor was intimidating yet attractive.
Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat, and her hands braced against the bed as she tried to escape from under him.
Her breaths were ragged, and her eyes were wary and angry as she glared at him. “Don’t dare kiss me with the same mouth you’ve kissed other women with!”
He had just been with another woman, and now he dared to touch her?!
Her inner sense of disgust rose to the surface.
Even though there was no love between her and Lysander, she couldn’t accept him touching other women.
She had a form of emotional germophobia. If she knew a man had been with another woman, no matter how good he was, she didn’t want him, and her body would reject him.
Just like five years ago when she found out Leopold had been with Isabella, she’d rather break up than accept it.
Lysander nonchalantly wiped his lips. His actions oozed danger.
His deep eyes stared at her, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly. Her eyes, filled with caution and anger, stared back at him. Her rosy lips were still wet, remnants of their heated kiss.
His gaze darkened, and his deep voice, filled with cold dominance, rang out. “Don’t want the kids anymore?”
Thalassa’s breath hitched. All her defiance and courage were shattered in an instant.
Her heart clenched, and her hands gripped the sheets tightly. “Who are you to keep me from my children? I want to sever all ties with you! You have no right to keep me from my children; I’m their mother, and even the law grants me visitation rights!”
“On what grounds? Without my permission, you wouldn’t see them even if you tried!” Lysander unbuttoned his shirt. Even his casual actions radiated danger.
She wanted to sever ties with him? How naive!
Thalassa’s heart pounded erratically as she watched his seemingly casual but dangerous actions.
Discussing the law with Lysander was like talking to a brick wall.
He was the king of Starhaven’s power circle. If he didn’t want her to see her kids, she wouldn’t be able to, no matter what she did.
“If I tell you something, will you let me go?” She wasn’t the daughter of the man he despised, so he had no reason to hate her.
She had come to him to tell him this.
“You’ll never find your happiness in your life. You’re mine, and nothing can change that, understand?” He leisurely removed his shirt, revealing a muscular chest and his eight-pack abs.
His words were domineering and left no room for discussion. They blocked all of Thalassa’s escape routes.