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

about how intimate their positions

such a confined space.

pressed Wynter against the wall, his

one would come to this corner, since the

medicinal herbs stored.

deserted, only Wynter would occasionally come here to take

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

notice his

and sank her teeth into it, feeling a slight

deeper, emitting a faint, muffled

was enjoying

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

landed on him.

pain, but he also hoped that she could remain like

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

her long hunger had finally

subtle and difficult to describe, not to mention a little

that she was the one who was

Wynter felt her legs weak and