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.

slightly, his breath drawing closer. “This height

was too preoccupied to bother about how intimate their

such a confined space.

his tall

come to this corner, since the place had

medicinal herbs stored.

Wynter would occasionally

now was, how to suppress the agitation in her

notice his

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

deeper,

was enjoying herself while

hands on her waist exerting a gentle pressure as

landed on him.

also hoped that she

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

felt as if her long

too subtle and difficult to

was aware that she was the one who was off, not Dalton

arms, Wynter felt her legs weak and unable