“With what?” Dalton asked Wynter, his wrist adorned with crimson beads, giving off an air of nobility

and

aloofness.

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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.

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