Talented Hairess A 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.

Willson let out a muffled groan. His voice was low and husky, exuding an indescribable sexiness.

Hearing his groan, Yvette raised her chin and looked down at him proudly. "Are you going to behave?"

Being bitten by a young lady while pinned down, and being asked if he'd behave, Wilson couldn't help but clench his jaw. The coldness and restraint in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a touch of wickedness.

hands suddenly tightened around her waist. In the next

found herself pinned beneath him. She blinked her drunken eyes, clearly still not fully aware of the

breath sprayed onto her

her time to process,

been too

of danger. Yvette's hazy gaze fell on his collar, where his button had been loosened

mark on his collarbone, coupled with his handsome face,

"Where are you looking?"

she moved, a pair

out a soft whimper, then rolled over and fell asleep,

"Damn it."

as he forcibly suppressed the surging heat at his crotch. After tucking

strides.

the sound of dripping water