Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 307

Pervert!

Beneath the loosened tie, Mila's pupils shrank to pinpricks. She barely had time to struggle before he shoved her into the locker, her back slamming hard against the metal with a deafening clang.

Her gasp of pain never made it out-his heat swallowed it whole.

His lips ground hungrily against hers, nothing like the aloof indifference they usually showed. He was searing, insistent, kissing her as if he meant to devour her.

Mila could only endure it, helpless.

He tugged her shirt up. His dry, calloused hand slid beneath the fabric, rough and searching, kneading at her skin until her breath came short and ragged, her resistance melting into something shamefully eager.

When she felt his hand moving lower, Mila snapped back to herself. Panic surged; she fought wildly, and the blindfold-a silk tie-slipped away from her eyes.

She froze.

Behind the young man pinning her, another figure stood-silent, expressionless, cold as ice. How long had he been there?

There was someone else in the room.

shoved desperately at the hands roaming her body, but he only pinned her harder, lips crushing over hers to smother her voice. With nowhere else to

the hell are you

angry. A fresh bite mark— a faint trace of

at Leonard, who stood motionless as

is here!"

shoulder at

was the Montgomery family's loyal hound-his personal shadow, bodyguard, and, if needed, the one who would die for him without hesitation. Leonard belonged to him, and

this were inevitable, and not

dog, after

was here?" Her shirt had nearly been torn

the problem?" Lysander's voice was cool, dismissive. "He's a dog. Just ignore him. Why let

Mila's eyes went wide.

eyes blank, as if the

rich people

this... Or maybe you have to be Montgomery-level rich to

ordinary girl. She couldn't begin to understand.

...

the men's locker room. If

her, Lysander's eyes narrowed