Rose with Thorns

Chapter 18

Yvette flipped over and pressed herself onto Wilson. Her slender fingers firmly gripped his tie as she spoke arrogantly, “Tell me. Who’s going to punish whom?”

He was actually pinned down by a young lady. Wilson’s eyes darkened in an instant. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he said hoarsely, “You’re quite wild.”

“Behave!”

Sensing his resistance, Yvette tightened her grip on his tie, as if punishing him for his disobedience. Then, she lowered her head and bit down

hard on his collarbone.

out a muffled groan. His voice was low and husky, exuding an

and looked down

behave, Wilson couldn’t help but clench his jaw. The coldness and restraint in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a touch

around her waist. In the

eyes, clearly still not fully aware of the situation. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

leaned down toward her. His warm breath sprayed onto her

giving her time to process, V

been too lenient

gaze. As he firmly grasped her, he radiated a sense

where his button had been loosened due

large bite mark on his collarbone, coupled with his handsome face, added an extra layer of

“Where are you looking?”

feel good…” Yvette murmured while shifting her body slightly. But as soon as she moved, a

changed. His deep eyes were now

out a soft whimper, then rolled over and

“Damn it.”

the surging heat at his crotch. After tucking her in, he strode

strides.