Chapter 1286 The Last Shot of Smugness

The frosted shadows on the bed were illuminated by the moonlight reflected on the expansive lake, creating an ethereal and mesmerizing scene. Apart from Wynter and Dalton, there was no one else in this isolated space. Wynter could even hear something jingling on her ankle. It was the bell on the golden chain that bound her. Every time she moved, the bell would jingle along with her movements. She desperately wanted to escape, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free. Her ragged breathing made it impossible to resist sinking deeper into the sensation. Dalton's voice was a low, sensual murmur in Wynter's ear. "Relax a little, my master." As he gently bit out the word "master", he firmly gripped her waist. His breath's warmth sent shivers from her tailbone up her spine. This made Wynter's brows furrow almost instantly. Reflections danced on the gently rippling lake. Wynter, with her reddened eyes and fair skin, looked like an exquisitely crafted porcelain doll.