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.

Dalton lifted her slightly, his breath drawing closer. “This height should

bother about how intimate their

such a confined space.

pressed Wynter against the wall, his

to him, no one would come to this corner, since

medicinal herbs stored.

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

for Wynter now was, how to suppress the agitation

didn’t even notice his

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

She pressed deeper, emitting a

if she was enjoying

arms, his hands on her

landed on him.

pain, but he also hoped that she could remain

in her blood gradually fading away. replaced

if her long hunger had

was too subtle and difficult to describe, not to

aware that she was the one who

Dalton’s arms, Wynter felt her legs weak and unable to