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.

tightened around her waist. In the

beneath him. She blinked

down toward her. His warm breath sprayed onto her earlobes,

to process,

I been too

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 delicate

on his collarbone, coupled with his handsome face, added an extra

"Where are you looking?"

as she moved, a pair of large hands tightly held her waist. Wilson's

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

"Damn it."

at his crotch. After

strides.

sound of dripping