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.

around Wynter’s waist, Dalton lifted her slightly, his breath drawing closer. “This height should make it

preoccupied to bother about how intimate their positions were,

such a confined space.

the wall, his tall figure shielding

would come to this corner, since the

medicinal herbs stored.

Wynter would occasionally come

for Wynter now was, how to suppress the agitation in her

even notice his

sank her

pressed deeper, emitting a

if she was enjoying herself while also feeling

at the woman in his arms, his hands on her waist exerting a gentle pressure

landed on him.

did he feel no pain, but he also hoped that she could

the volatile urge in her blood gradually fading away. replaced by an indescribable sense of

her long hunger had finally

to describe, not to mention a little

that she was the one who was

Dalton’s arms, Wynter felt her legs weak and unable to