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.

Dalton lifted her slightly, his breath drawing closer. “This height should make it easier

Wynter was too preoccupied to bother about how intimate

such a confined space.

his

would come to this

medicinal herbs stored.

Wynter would occasionally come here to take a puff of

was, how to suppress the agitation in her blood as soon as

even notice his Adam’s

Dalton’s pristine neck and sank her teeth into it, feeling a slight chill yet strong sandalwood scent spreading

She pressed deeper, emitting

she was enjoying herself while also feeling perplexed,

his hands

landed on him.

did he feel no pain, but he also hoped that

Wynter soon regained her composure, the volatile urge in her blood gradually fading away. replaced by an

as if her long

too subtle and difficult to describe, not to mention

the one who was

arms, Wynter felt her legs weak and