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

beneath him. She blinked her drunken eyes, clearly still

breath sprayed onto her earlobes, further

time to process,

been too lenient with

grasped her, he radiated a sense of danger. Yvette's hazy gaze fell on his collar, where his button had been loosened due to their struggle. His

collarbone, coupled with his handsome

"Where are you looking?"

body slightly. But as soon as she moved, a pair of large hands tightly held her waist. Wilson's breathing changed.

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

"Damn it."

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

strides.

the sound of dripping