“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


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    Wynter reached out, her fingertipsnding on his diamond cufflink, a mischievous smile ying 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 red up,


    she would endure it to the extent of dousing her head with freezing water.


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