Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

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you teasing me?” Yvette thought as she batted her lashes, a mischievous glint in her gaze. She tightly wrapped her pale arms around Wilson’s neck, nuzzling into his embrace.

“Was it on purpose?” Wilson’s Adam’s apple bobbed more intensely, his dark eyes growing even more profound and more alluring. The grip on her waist tightened.

“Yes!” Yvette nodded. She continued to squirm restlessly in his arms, ruffling his robe to reveal his broad chest, chiseled abs, and perfect V- line.

This sight was even more seductive than seeing it on videos, radiating an irresistible air of raw masculinity.

Sensing Yvette’s eyes on his abs, a lazy smile spread across Wilson’s handsome face–captivating enough to bewitch the soul.

“Oh, my little Yvie wants to see my abs, huh?” he teased.

Upon hearing his languid chuckle, Yvette’s ear flushed. She tried to deny it instinctively, “I didn’t-

But Wilson didn’t let her finish. He laid her on the bed gently and placed her small hand on his abs. His warm breath caressed her sensitive ear, “I’m very generous. Yvie, you can touch me as much as you want.”

Her ears burned even more. She couldn’t resist poking her finger on his hard, defined muscles. It felt good.

Noticing her little trick, every muscle in Wilson’s body instantly tensed. His alluring eyes smoldered with desire. His self–control vanished in Yvette’s presence.

“Damn, I didn’t want to be a good person anymore.” he thought.

Yvette blinked innocently and tried to touch him again, but her hand was suddenly seized.

Wilson took a deep breath, barely restraining the scorching heat within. He couldn’t let her keep fanning the flames.

If not, how could he resist himself from taking advantage of her?

“Seems not so generous now, huh? I can’t touch anymore?” Yvette’s beautiful eyes glinted mischievously as she tilted her head, drawling.” You can’t handle it?”

The little minx dared to provoke him. Had he spoiled her too much?

Wilson gritted his teeth. His cold, captivating gaze held a wicked glint as he pinned her down.

“We’ll see who is the one who can’t handle it.”

With that, his long, elegant fingers landed on the sash of his robe, as if he was about

Yvette didn’t expect him to undress. Her ears instantly flushed red. This man is a beast!

to

remove it.

“I’m sleepy!” Ignoring the heat in her ears, Yvette rolled over, squeezing her eyes shut, pretending to be asleep.

“Can’t take it anymore?” Wilson chuckled huskily. He pressed his body down to trap her beneath him. His fingers caressed her chin, and an air of sensuality permeated the room.

“Oh, so my Yvie can’t take it already?”

Yvette peeked out from the sheets, glaring at him.

It was too cute to be a threat. It only made him want to tease her more.

“Forget it. So much for my shower,” he thought.