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.

lifted her slightly, his breath drawing closer. “This

to bother about how intimate

such a confined space.

the wall, his tall figure shielding

to him, no one would come to this corner,

medicinal herbs stored.

was basically deserted, only Wynter would occasionally come here to

only concern for Wynter now was, how to suppress the

notice

neck and sank

instinctively. She pressed deeper, emitting a

satisfying as if she was enjoying herself

arms, his hands

landed on him.

he also hoped that she could remain like this a

composure, the volatile urge in her

if her long

subtle and difficult to describe, not to

was the one who was off,

Wynter felt her legs