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 pushed

face before letting go of her slim waist. Though tempted, he wasn't that much of a beast. He'd wait until she was older. Still, the shower he took earlier now felt utterly pointless. "Wait for me, baby," he murmured

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go. She had just come by to ask about his grandmother's preferences for her upcoming birthday. How had it

already fast asleep on his bed. Her silky hair fanned out like a halo, highlighting

caused her neckline to dip slightly, revealing soft, fair skin that was impossible

trusted Wilson, didn't

forced himself to look away, fighting down the heat threatening to consume him again. If he kept

pulled the blanket over her, his gaze softening as he watched her sleep." Goodnight,

morning, she blinked in confusion as

in Wilson's room.

last night trickled back. She had only meant to ask him about his grandmother's birthday, but she'd

faint marks on her neck, sighing in exasperation. They hadn't faded at all, and she

are you awake?" A maid's polite voice called from

got up and went to

Murray, Mr. Quinn prepared these clothes

widened as she 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 dressed and ready, Yvette headed

awake!" Martha's face lit up with a warm smile the moment

Mrs. Quinn

in

the kitchen what you liked before heading

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