Chapter 244


    Lysander held a cigarette between his fingers, the bright orange glow flickering on his fingertips. A spar


    k was visible in his deep–set


    eyes.


    Yet, the warmth of the ember did nothing to thaw the chill around him. He radiated an icy, sharp aura.


    Upon seeing Lysander’s icy face, Thssa felt her breath hitched. She approached him cautiously and


    asked warily, “Mr. Sinir, why are you out here sote?”


    Just as she got close, Lysander suddenly grabbed her by the nape of her neck.


    “Ah!” Thssa got startled,pletely taken off guard.


    Before she could react, Lysander yanked her towards him.


    She crashed into his chest, and the ember from the cigarette


    in Lysander’s hand nearly scorched her hand.


    Thssa could distinctly feel a slight heat streak across her hand.


    As the ember was about to touch her skin, Lysander moved his hand away. He


    tossed the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out with his ck leather shoe.


    However, his grip on her neck didn’t loosen.


    Thssa winced in pain, frowning. “Mr. Sinir, you’re hurting me.”


    Lysander


    swiftly moved his hand from her neck to her waist, pulling her close, making her unable to escape.


    His face was


    stem and his icy gaze was condescending. He said in a nonchnt tone, “How long did you date your


    ex–boyfriend?” His voice was bone–chilling.


    Thssa felt a wave of fear and unease. Why was he suddenly asking this?


    Lysander now radiated a dangerous aura. Thssa didn’t dare to lie, so she confessed, “Two years.”


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    She met Leopold in college. He pursued her for two months, and she agreed, then they naturally fell to


    gether.


    Lysander’s lips curled into a cold smirk, “Two years, quite the love story.”


    If she dated her ex–boyfriend for two years, and she loved him, why was she still a virgin?


    Five years ago, in the old barn, he had deeply felt that she was a virgin.


    It was a feeling that couldn’t be faked.


    And the red blooming mark on the hay couldn’t be fabricated either.


    “Mr. Sinir, could you let go of me first?” Thssa blurted out, her face flushed.


    Hisrge hand was gripping her waist, his body trapping hers.


    She was pressed against him, in a position that was far too suggestive.”


    Thssa’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.


    Lysander saw her face. It was as blooming as a rose, and he could feel the faint scent of flowers on her


    .


    He started to be restless, his throat tightening.


    His other hand went to the back of her head, and he buried his head in her delicate neck, biting down o


    n her.


    “Ah, it hurts!” Thssa felt the sharp pain of teeth sinking into her flesh, and she screamed.


    She felt panicky but helpless.


    Her hands pushed against his chest. She was trying to push him away.


    Lysander let her go, his tongue gently sweeping over the ce he had just bitten.


    The sensation of wetness on her soft neck made Thssa’s body shiver.


    Her voice became pleading, “Mr. Sinir, please let me go.”


    Tears welled up in her eyes. She didn’t know what she had done that upset Lysander.


    He sought her out in the dead of night and bit her.


    Images of vampires from horror movies filled her mind, and her fear was beyond words.


    Lysander could feel her trembling in his arms, appearing nervous and uneasy.


    Sensing her fear, he let go of her neck. He straightened his body and looked at her with a cold and seri


    ous gaze.


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    Thtta, dont forget you’re my woman. I don’t care who you have in your heart, but your body can only


    belong to met Got it? Lysanders voice was filled with dominance, leaving her no room to resist


    Ths quickly covered her ne


    with her hand, nodding frantically in response. 7 got it, I got it