The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 155 Own up to Your Actions, Doc

“With what?” Dalton asked Wynter, his wrist adorned with crimson beads, giving off an air of nobility and

aloofness.

His chill denneanor somehow ignited her thirst to dismantle it – especially since he was dressed in finely

tailored suits

Wynter reached out, her fingertips landing on his diamond cufflink, a mischievous smile playing on her l*ps. “Let me take a bite out of you. How about that?”

She had never made such requests before. Even when her intermittent explosive disorder flared up, she would endure it to the extent of dousing her head with freezing water.

However, for some reason, she couldn’t suppress her urge to test whether his neck was as cold as it appeared – with her teeth.

Normally, no one would agree to such an odd request, yet Dalton chucked and asked, “Where do you

want to bite?”

“Your neck,” Wynter replied with a charming smile, her tongue sliding across her l*ps as her anticipation

grew.

breath drawing closer. “This height should make it easier

too preoccupied to bother about how

such a confined space.

his tall

him, no one would come to this corner, since the place had neither

medicinal herbs stored.

occasionally come here to take a puff

now was, how to suppress the agitation

even notice his Adam’s apple

to back out, Wynter leaned toward Dalton’s pristine neck and sank her teeth into it, feeling a slight

pressed deeper, emitting a

sounded soft and satisfying as if she was enjoying herself while also feeling perplexed, sparking infinitel

arms, his hands on her waist exerting a gentle pressure as

landed on him.

he also hoped that she could remain like

volatile urge in her blood

her long hunger had

feeling was too subtle and difficult to describe, not to

was the one

Wynter felt her legs weak and