chapter1054

Thalassa's cry of pain was barely a whisper, her body curling instinctively as her hands, which had

been braced against his broad chest, went limp. A tingling sensation relentlessly raced up her spine

like an electric current.

Lysander's dominant breaths were hot on her face and stole her breath away. Her lungs screamed for

air, and her mind was fogging over.

Lysander devoured her like a beast. His kisses were fierce and wild, yet his eyes betrayed not a hint of

warmth.

Feeling her resistance, his anger flared even more. His hand cradled the back of her head and locked

her in place as his tongue invaded, claiming every part of her and siphoning her breath, her

sweetness...

It wasn't until Thalassa's face turned a desperate shade of red, her breaths short and suffocating, that

Lysander finally released her.

Thalassa's lips were swollen and numb with a fiery pain. She gasped for air, her eyes brimming with

tears. Her lashes were heavy with the weight of her helplessness and panic, like prey in the jaws of a

predator.

Before she could catch her breath, Lysander's strong hands gripped her shoulders and flipped her over.

She was no longer lying on her back but face down.

This position brought back the memories of humiliation that she'd endured being with him.

Her heart pounded with fear and resistance.

"No, please don't do this to me..."

"Ah..."

Her protests and pleas drowned beneath the wave of Lysander’s relentless assertion.

"Dare to flee anymore?" His voice was an icy low growl. He gripped her chin and forced her to meet his

gaze.

Thalassa stared into his eyes, where a storm of restrained rage was brewing. Her heart trembled and

her skin prickled with cold sweat.

She was caught between enduring his wrath and fearing his ruthless dominance. She spoke through

chattering teeth, "Don’t you want to know why I fled?"

If punishment was inevitable, there was no point in holding back. Not everyone wanted to stay by his

side and be his woman.

And not everyone could withstand his fierce and untamed nature.

He was relentless and his energy was boundless; each encounter left her drained, and she had no

intention of being consumed by him anymore.

"Heh, can you even admit it?" Lysander's laugh was cold, his eyes turbulent with unspoken emotions.

Wasn’t it simple - seduced by Callum, thinking she could escape for an ordinary, happy life with him?

Lysander's breathing grew heavier as he fought back the sting of betrayal.

He had thought that Thalassa's heart fully belonged to Leopold so that she never had room for him.

But how quickly after Leopold's death had she been willing to flee with Callum!

She even drugged him in cahoots with Susan and left him in that hotel room while Susan tried to

seduce him!

For Callum, she would stoop to pushing other women his way!

"I... uh..." Thalassa's intended words were on the tip of her tongue when Lysander's presence

consumed her sensation. Her speech fragmented, unable to form a complete thought.

She clutched the bed sheets tightly.

Why did she run?

He never understood her. He never considered her feelings, and certainly never understood.

She had nothing to hide.

She escaped because he was merciless to Leopold. He pushed him to death to protect the Sinclair

Group's interests.

He was a devil, and she refused to stay by his side or to let their children be near him.

His every act of cruelty and indifference peeled away at her. Her humiliation, her pain, all went unseen.

She refused to stay without dignity, a mere call away at his whim.