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.

about how

such a confined space.

the wall, his

come to this corner, since

medicinal herbs stored.

would occasionally come here

how to suppress the agitation in

didn’t even notice

giving Dalton a chance to back out, Wynter leaned toward Dalton’s pristine neck and sank her teeth into it, feeling a slight chill yet strong sandalwood

instinctively. She pressed deeper, emitting a faint,

soft and satisfying as if she was enjoying

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

landed on him.

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

in her blood gradually fading away. replaced by an indescribable

if her long hunger had finally

difficult to describe, not to mention

that she was the one who was off,

arms, Wynter felt her legs weak and unable to