Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

Wilson had heard his name called by many people, but nobody called his name as beautifully as Yvette did.

His grip on her waist tightened, and his large hands immediately started caressing her hips gently but sensually.

"The famous ruler of the underworld Master Xey has come to be an instructor, so of course I'd come along as well."

Yvette felt her body tingle wherever Wilson touched, and the tips of her ears reddened. She reached out with both hands to push him away.

"I want to rest, so

so go home!!!

Wilson's legs were crossed carelessly. Those captivating eyes of his narrowed. He looked as seductive as an incubus, yet his tone made him seem all too innocent.

"Baby, they didn't arrange lodging for me, so I have no choice but to stay here and accompany you."

Yvette was rendered speechless. Why were his words so hard to believe?

Sensing Wilson's gaze sweep over to him, Samuel could only nod along against his own conscience. "It's true, Ms. Yvette!"NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

"Perhaps because Mr. Quinn arrived on such short notice, the base camp staff haven't gotten around to preparing a room for him."

Samuel hurriedly continued without giving Yvette time to speak up, "Ms. Yvette, it's quite late already. I'll excuse myself now so as not to disturb your and Mr. Quinn's rest!"

With those words, Samuel quickly made his escape, bolting out the door as if the hounds of hell were after him.

Yvette massaged her temples, clicking her tongue softly. Even an honest man like Samuel had been corrupted by a certain womanizer.

"Please take me in for the night, baby..." Wilson's husky voice sounded right next to her ear, carrying a deadly seductiveness. It made her ears tingle, and her fine lashes trembled slightly.

She ended up letting him have half the bed.

Wilson's lips curved into a grin. He raised his arms and wrapped Yvette in a hug once more. His eyes gradually darkened, and he swallowed at the feel of her warmth so close at hand. She looked far too alluring like this. "Baby..." Wilson called out to Yvette gently and affectionately. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, stealing her breath away bit by bit. Chanter

Yvette let our

a moan, before taking the initiative to reciprocate.

Wilson's eyes darkened further, progressively narrowing dangerously. Why was Yvette being so cooperative today?

But before he could think about it further, he realized with a start that a pair of small hands were reaching under his clothes, feeling him up.

He instantly tensed, lust reflecting in his eyes.

He quickly realized that Yvette was doing it on purpose. She was groping him with no focus or technique whatsoever, occasionally slipping lower. If not for him catching her hand in time...

Wilson closed his eyes, holding himself back with great effort. His usually clear, cool voice had become incredibly deep and hoarse.

"Are you tormenting me on purpose, baby?"

He'd see if she still dared carelessly rile him up like this after he'd made love to her so thoroughly that she couldn't even get out of bed in the future.

"That's right!" Yvette nodded self-righteously. Her hands continued to grope him everywhere, lighting his skin on fire.

Wilson could only grab her wandering hands in a tight hold. He leaped from the bed and rushed toward the bathroom.

If Yvette continued to grope him like that, he couldn't guarantee what would happen next.

As she heard the sounds of running water and Wilson's heavy breathing from the bathroom, the mischief in Yvette's eyes deepened. She grinned smugly. It served him right for insisting on staying with her!