The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 951
The man’s gaze hardened into a menacing glare as he spotted her waking up. He growled into the phone, “She’s up. Gotta go,”
and abruptly ended the call, striding towards where Thalassa sat tied up.
Her eyes widened in terror, her body tensing like a deer caught in headlights, panic squeezing her heart. She was trapped,
unable to do anything but stare defiantly, hoping her gaze would ward him off.
“I like that look in your eyes, feisty, like a wildcat,” the man sneered, thumbing away a trickle of drool at the corner of his mouth
with a repulsive smirk as he closed in on Thalassa,
What did he want from her?
Thalassa’s heart shrank into itself as she tried to press further into the chair, wishing she could disappear. The man’s intentions
were clear, and repulsion twisted her gut as his bulky, greasy face loomed closer, his eyes full of a vile hunger that made her skin
crawl.
“Ah, the wilder you get, the more I like it,” the man chuckled, a perverse thrill twisting his features. “Tonight, my pretty little
wildcat, I’ll show you just how much love you can handle.”
As he lunged towards her, puckering his lips for a kiss, Thalassa felt a mix of horror and revulsion. Her skin prickled with cold
sweat.
She tried to scream, but only a muffled sound escaped her throat as she leaned back desperately.
Bang!
The chair toppled over with her on it, her head slamming against the floor, stars exploding in her vision from the pain. The man,
with his slimy, plump lips, was left hanging in the air. He had been so close to planting that vile kiss, but she had collapsed out of
his reach, and the taste of victory had turned to ash in his mouth.
The man was unwilling to let the beautiful woman he had in grasp to get away.
Mr. Brennan had promised a hefty reward if he could break her to the point of taking her own life. The prospect of pleasure and
profit was too enticing to let slip through his fingers.
Crouching down, the man eyed Thalassa sprawled on the floor, his drool now pooling at the corners of his mouth.

“Lying down for me already? Don’t worry, beauty, I’m coming,” he said, crawling towards her like a predator closing in on its prey,
his eyes gleaming with malice and disgust.
Thalassa’s breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to inch away, but the ropes binding her to the chair rendered her helpless.
The chair’s frame dug painfully into her skin, but she ignored it, struggling for any chance to escape.
What could she do? How could she get away?
Her necklace had a GPS tracker, but now it was dissolved, useless. Lysander was out of town on business; he wouldn’t be
coming to her rescue.
Desperation clawed at her. She pulled at her restraints until the rope bit into her skin, but it held fast, unyielding.
As the man slithered closer, drooling with anticipation, Thalassa’s fear turned to numb horror.
“Sweetheart, don’t bother trying to run. You won’t get far. Tonight, just surrender to the pleasure,” he rasped, reaching for her
ankle and yanking her towards him with a brutal pull.
Thalassa screamed in terror, her body trembling uncontrollably. The gag muffled her cries, reducing her screams to feeble,
desperate whimpers.