Chapter 361

Thalassa was consumed by fear as Lysander dominated her with his powerful aura. No matter how much she struggled, she was his prey.

He flipped her beneath him, his strength making her resistance futile. With a swift pull, her clothes were torn away, leaving her as vulnerable as a peeled egg.

The sight of her delicate and pale skin made Lysander’s eyes darken with wild desire. He swiftly undid his buttons and removed his shirt to reveal his chiseled muscles, radiating with distinct masculine charm.

Thalassa’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to retreat, “No, don’t. uh.”

Her pleas and terror were swallowed in the dawn’s early light.

It wasn’t until noon that Thalassa fell into a fitful sleep.

The afternoon brought a jarring ring from her phone, pulling her from her slumber. She tried to lift her heavy eyelids and reach for the phone, but her body was wrapped in a strong hold.

The arm around her was lean and long, and yet full of strength. A warm body pressed against her back, radiating heat that slowly roused her consciousness.

The memories tumbled back in a rush. The overwhelming and intense moments from hours ago left her breathless and wide-eyed.

The sight before her was a spread of wheat-colored skin, defined and beautiful. It was Lysander’s chest. She tried to retreat, her hand instinctively pushing against his abdomen, only to feel the hard abs beneath her touch.

The sensation was incredible, causing her heart to flutter. The realization that she was touching Lysander’s abs made Thalassa freeze in place.

Lysander stirred in his sleep, forcing Thalassa to hold her breath. She knew that waking the beast could be dangerous.

The phone continued to ring relentlessly from the bedside table, sending waves of panic through Thalassa.

She prayed that the noise wouldn’t wake Lysander. She didn’t know what would await her if he was awakened. The vivid memory of his fury and violence from hours ago still haunted her.

Just as her nerves were about to snap, the man enveloping her moved. He loosened his hold, reached for the ringing phone on the bedside table, and picked it up.

Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat as she slid away from him, catching a glimpse of the phone’s screen. It was a call from Evelyn!

It was her phone and the call was from her mother!