Chapter 508

Wilson's breathing grew ragged as he caught Yvette's wandering hand, his eyes darkening with restrained intensity. If he let her continue, his control would snap like a twig. Yvette shot him a smug look. "Weren't you the one who told me to touch you? You can't handle it, huh?" Wilson's restraint finally broke. He pulled her close, capturing her in his arms as his scorching lips claimed her skin. He kissed her neck with fervent lips, leaving a trail of possessive marks, each a bold declaration of his possession. Yvette gasped, pushing against him. Wilson reluctantly pulled back. His usually calm, captivating eyes now burned with fierce hunger, and his deep voice was rough with desire. "Baby, I don't feel like being a nice person anymore." Yvette glanced at her reflection and noticed the new red marks blooming across her collarbone. She lifted her eyes, shooting him a soft glare. "Oh? Being a dog would suit you." Wilson let out a low, husky laugh, his fingers tilting her chin up