The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 155

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 lips. “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 lips as her anticipation 

grew. 

Wrapping his arms around Wynter’s waist, Dalton lifted her slightly, his breath drawing closer. “This height should make it easier for you to bite.” 

“Indeed.” Wynter was too preoccupied to bother about how intimate their positions were, especially in 

such a confined space. 

Dalton pressed Wynter against the wall, his tall figure shielding them from view. 

Unbeknownst to him, no one would come to this corner, since the place had neither sunlight nor 

medicinal herbs stored. 

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

Hence, the only concern for Wynter now was, how to suppress the agitation in her blood as soon as possible. 

She didn’t even notice his Adam’s apple bobbing. 

Without 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 scent spreading between her teeth. 

Almost instinctively. She pressed deeper, emitting a faint, muffled moan. 

It sounded soft and satisfying as if she was enjoying herself while also feeling perplexed, sparking infinitel alluring imagination. 

Dalton glanced at the woman in his arms, his hands on her waist exerting a gentle pressure as her lips. 

landed on him. 

Not only did he feel no pain, but he also hoped that she could remain like this a little longer. 

However, Wynter soon regained her composure, the volatile urge in her blood gradually fading away. replaced by an indescribable sense of tranquility. 

It felt as if her long hunger had finally been satisfied 

The feeling was too subtle and difficult to describe, not to mention a little awkward. 

She was aware that she was the one who was off, not Dalton though. 

Nesting in Dalton’s arms, Wynter felt her legs weak and unable to stand. 

“There’s something in your blood,” she said, breaking the silence