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.

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

to bother about how intimate

such a confined space.

Wynter against the wall, his tall figure shielding them from

this corner, since the place had neither

medicinal herbs stored.

Wynter would occasionally

to suppress the agitation in her blood as soon

didn’t even notice

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

pressed deeper, emitting a faint,

was enjoying herself while also feeling perplexed, sparking

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

landed on him.

feel no pain, but he also hoped that she could remain like this a little

volatile urge in her blood gradually fading away. replaced

long hunger had

was too subtle and difficult to describe, not to mention

was the one who was off, not Dalton

her legs weak and unable