Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 50

“Curtin, what the hell are you doing?”

Curtis hoisted her up and carried her into the bedroom, dumping her onto the bed. Leanne bounced a few times on the mattress, her whole body jolting from the force of the landing.

Standing by the bed, Curtis roughly yanked off his necktie and tossed it aside, then he unstrapped his watch and casually placed it on the dresser.

“What am I doing?” He smirked with a cold sneer, tugging at his lower lip. “How can I focus on arguing with you when I’ve got lust in my head that needs satisfied?”

“You’re sick!”

Leanne rolled over, trying to crawl away, but Curtis’ large hand clasped around her ankle. He was far too strong and she was dragged back effortlessly.

Her hands flailed, grabbing a pillow and hurling it straight at his head.

She threw it with all her might, and Curtis staggered from the impact, though his grip on her ankle didn’t loosen by an inch.

He let out a chuckle, “Wow, you really don’t hold back, do you?”

If that had been a rock, she might have cracked his skull open.

With an easy motion, Curtis snatched the pillow from her grasp and tossed it far away.

anger, “Let go of

I got a raging desire, so it’s up to you to

he spoke, he leaned in, his scent, a potent mix of masculinity, enveloping her as he pinned her down with one hand around her

go through with it. In a

had been fuming, nearly burst into laughter at her feeble

She couldn’t even cuss someone out

suppressed his laughter before looking back at her, his anger ingly, he said, “Come on, fuck

was speechless.

What a jerk!

said, ‘Get

pressure, his thumb teasingly stroking the sensiti spot below her

haven’t finished

are

tell his tone had shifted. Earlier, he was genuinely angry, but

finally managed to shove

up on one elbow by the headboard, watching Leanne’s silhouette as she scurried off

bathroom.

her hand reaching back to lock the door.

leisurely straightening the collar of

the scuffle.