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.

breath drawing closer. “This height

was too preoccupied to bother about how intimate their positions were,

such a confined space.

the wall, his tall figure shielding them

no one would come to this corner, since the place had neither sunlight

medicinal herbs stored.

comer was basically deserted, only Wynter would occasionally come here to take a puff of

was, how to suppress the agitation in her blood as

didn’t even notice his

sank her teeth into it, feeling a slight chill yet strong sandalwood scent spreading between

pressed deeper, emitting a faint,

she was enjoying herself while also feeling

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

landed on him.

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

in her

long

difficult to describe, not to mention a little

aware that she was the one who was off, not

felt her legs