Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

Chapter 508

Wilson's breathing grew ragged as he caught Yvette's wandering hand, his eyes darkening with restrained intensity. If he let her continue, his control would snap like a twig.

Yvette shot him a smug look. "Weren't you the one who told me to touch you? You can't handle it, huh?"

Wilson's restraint finally broke. He pulled her close, capturing her in his arms as his scorching lips claimed her skin. He kissed her neck with fervent lips, leaving a trail of possessive marks, each a bold declaration of his possession. Yvette gasped, pushing against him.

Wilson reluctantly pulled back. His usually calm, captivating eyes now burned with fierce hunger, and his deep voice was rough with desire.

"Baby, I don't feel like being a nice person anymore."

Yvette glanced at her reflection and noticed the new red marks blooming across her collarbone. She lifted her eyes, shooting him a soft glare. "Oh? Being a dog would suit you."

Wilson let out a low, husky laugh, his fingers tilting her chin up with effortless control." Calling me a dog now, huh?"

He stretched out the words, each syllable dripping with a dangerously seductive edge that sent tingles through her.

Yvette blinked, feigning innocence. "Well, aren't you? What else bites like that?" she muttered, knowing she'd need a high-collared top tomorrow to cover all traces.

Before she could protest further, his mouth was on hers again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more consuming, and almost punishing in its intensity. It was as if he was determined to make her regret every teasing word.

By the time Wilson finally released her, Yvette's eyes were tinged with an alluring red. She felt weak, melting into his warm, broad chest.

"Baby, it hurts there." His deep, raspy voice brushed against her ear, making her heart race and her cheeks burn with a warmth that seeped to her bones.

Yvette

older. Still, the shower he took earlier now felt utterly pointless. "Wait for

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watched him go. She had just come by to ask about his grandmother's preferences for her upcoming birthday. How had it turned into this big of a

returned from his second shower, Yvette was already fast asleep on his bed.

her neckline to dip slightly, revealing soft, fair skin that

really trusted Wilson,

to consume him again. If he kept staring, he'd

he pulled the blanket over her, his gaze softening as he watched her

woke up the next morning, she blinked in

in Wilson's room.

to ask

exasperation. They hadn't faded

awake?" A maid's polite voice

to

Murray, Mr. Quinn prepared these clothes for

watched a procession of maids wheel in racks upon racks of clothes-more than enough to wear a new outfit every day for an entire year. Every style imaginable was laid out before her, including plenty of high-necked options. Once

lit up with a warm smile the moment she saw Yvette. She quickly turned to the

Mrs.

in

to tell the kitchen what you liked before heading

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