Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson)
Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Yvette flipped over and pressed herself onto Wilson. Her slender fingers firmly gripped his tie as she spoke arrogantly, "Tell me. Who's going to punish whom?"

He was actually pinned down by a young lady. Wilson's eyes darkened in an instant. His Adam's apple bobbed as he said hoarsely, "You're quite wild."

"Behave!"

Sensing his resistance, Yvette tightened her grip on his tie, as if punishing him for his disobedience. Then, she lowered her head and bit down

hard on his collarbone.

Willson let out a muffled groan. His voice was low and husky, exuding an indescribable sexiness.

Hearing his groan, Yvette raised her chin and looked down at him proudly. "Are you going to behave?"

Being bitten by a young lady while pinned down, and being asked if he'd behave, Wilson couldn't help but clench his jaw. The coldness and restraint in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a touch of wickedness.

His large hands suddenly tightened around her waist. In the next moment, their positions reversed

Yvette, who had been in control, now found herself pinned beneath him. She blinked her drunken eyes, clearly still not fully aware of the situation.

Wilson leaned down toward her. His warm breath sprayed onto her earlobes, further confusing her already

Not giving her time to process, V foggy mind.

"Have I been too lenient with you?"

He swallowed noticeably, and his captivating eyes held a deep, intense gaze. As he firmly grasped her, he radiated a sense of danger. Yvette's hazy gaze fell on his collar, where his button had been loosened due to their struggle. His delicate collarbones were revealed.

The large bite mark on his collarbone, coupled with his handsome face, added an extra layer of allure.

"Where are you looking?"

Yvette blinked innocently, already feeling drowsy. "So annoying. I don't feel good..." Yvette murmured while shifting her body slightly. But as soon as she moved, a pair of large hands tightly held her waist. Wilson's breathing changed. His deep eyes were now tinted with desire. "Don't move."

Yvette let out a soft whimper, then rolled over and fell asleep, looking very peaceful

"Damn it."

Wilson's throat twitched as he forcibly suppressed the surging heat at his crotch. After tucking her in, he strode into the bathroom with long

strides.

Soon, the sound of dripping water filled the bathroom.

The next moming, Yvette frowned at the unfamiliar surroundings after waking up. She tried to remember what happened last night, but she couldn't recall anything.

"Wake up and drink the hangover soup first, or you'll have a headache later." Wilson's deep and pleasant voice sounded from the doorway. The moment Yvette saw Wilson, the guarded look in her beautiful eyes dissipated. "Where is this? Why am 11

am I here?"

"This is my home," Wilson answered her questions calmly. His captivating eyes seemed to smile as he looked at her. "Looks like you've forgotten everything that happened last night."

"Yeah." Yvette nodded and answered honestly, "I really don't remember anything from last night."

"Then let me help you remember."