Chapter18


    YvetteflippedoverandpressedherselfontoWilson.Herslenderfingersfirmlygrippedhistieasshespokearrogantly,“Tellme.Who’sgoingtopunishwhom?”


    Hewasactuallypinneddownbyayoundy.Wilson’seyesdarkenedinaninstant.HisAdam’sapplebobbedashesaidhoarsely,“You’requitewild.”


    “Behave!”


    Sensinghisresistance,Yvette tightenedhergriponhistie,asifpunishinghimforhisdisobedience.Then,sheloweredherheadandbitdown


    hardonhiscorbone.


    Willsonletoutamuffledgroan.Hisvoicewaslowandhusky,exudinganindescribablesexiness.


    Hearinghisgroan,Yvetteraisedherchinandlookeddownathimproudly.“Areyougoingtobehave?”


    Beingbittenbyayoundywhilepinneddown,andbeingaskedifhe’dbehave,Wilsoncouldn’thelpbutclenchhisjaw.Thecoldnessandrestraintinhiseyesdisappeared,recedbyatouchofwickedness.


    Hirgehandssuddenlytightenedaroundherwaist.Inthenextmoment,theirpositionsreversed


    Yvette,whohadbeenincontrol,nowfoundherselfpinnedbeneathhim.Sheblinkedherdrunkeneyes,clearlystillnotfullyawareofthesituation.


    Wilsonleaneddowntowardher.Hiswarmbreathsprayedontoherearlobes,furtherconfusingheralready


    Notgivinghertimeto process,Vfoggymind.


    “HaveIbeentoolenientwithyou?”


    Heswallowednoticeably,andhiscaptivatingeyesheldadeep,intensegaze.Ashefirmlygraspedher,heradiatedasenseofdanger.


    Yvette’shazygazefellonhiscor,wherehisbuttonhadbeenlooseneddueto theirstruggle.Hisdelicatecorboneswererevealed.


    Thrgebitemarkonhis corbone,coupledwithhishandsomeface,addedanextryerofallure.


    “Whereareyoulooking?”


    Yvetteblinkedinnocently,alreadyfeelingdrowsy.“Soannoying.Idon’tfeelgood…”Yvettemurmuredwhileshiftingherbodyslightly.But assoonasshemoved,apairorgehandstightlyheldherwaist.


    Wilson’sbreathingchanged.Hisdeepeyeswerenowtintedwithdesire.“Don’tmove.”


    Yvetteletoutasoftwhimper,thenrolledoverandfesleep,lookingverypeaceful


    “Damnit.”


    Wilson’sthroattwitchedasheforciblysuppressedthesurgingheatathiscrotch.Aftertucking herin,hestrodeintothebathroomwithlongN?velDrama.Org (C) content.


    strides.


    Soon,thesoundofdrippingwaterfilledthebathroom.


    Thenextmoming,Yvettefrownedattheunfamiliarsurroundingsafterwakingup.Shetriedtorememberwhathappenestnight,butshecouldn’trecanything.


    “Wakeupanddrinkthehangoversoupfirst,oryou’llhaveaheadachter.”Wilson’sdeepandpleasantvoicesoundedfromthedoorway.ThemomentYvettesawWilson,theguardedlookinherbeautifuleyesdissipated. “Whereisthis?Whyam11


    amIhere?”


    “Thisismyhome,”Wilsonansweredherquestionscalmly.Hiscaptivatingeyesseemedtosmileashelookedather.“Lookslikeyou’veforgotteneverythingthathappenestnight.”


    “Yeah.”Yvettenoddedandansweredhonestly,“Ireallydon’trememberanythingfrostnight.”


    “Thenletmehelp youremember.”