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.

groan. His voice was low and husky,

her chin and looked down

down, and being asked if he’d behave, Wilson couldn’t help but clench his jaw. The coldness and restraint in his eyes disappeared,

large hands suddenly tightened around her waist. In the next moment, their positions

who had been in control, now found herself pinned beneath him. She blinked her drunken eyes, clearly still not fully

breath sprayed onto her

giving her time to

been too

gaze. As he

on his collar, where his button had been loosened due to their struggle.

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

“Where are you looking?”

annoying. I don’t feel good…” Yvette murmured while shifting her body

eyes were now tinted with

let out a soft whimper, then rolled over and fell

“Damn it.”

as he forcibly suppressed the surging heat at his crotch.

strides.