Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 373

On a warm summer's night, the sparkling lights of Stonebridge shone like a galaxy, casting a glamorous glow over the town. Luxury cars lined the private road on either side, stretching as far as the eye could see.

In a splendid three-story mansion, a grand feast was underway. The first-floor hall buzzed with lively chatter, the noise spiraling up the carpeted staircase.

The woman who had captured countless admiring glances was abruptly dragged into a suite at the east side of the stairs.

The door slammed shut, and before the lights could flicker on, Leanne found herself backed against a wall, a man’s lips pressing fiercely against hers.

She felt a hand cushioned her back, enveloped by a familiar woody scent, crisp and slightly cool, unmistakably Curtis'.

In the enveloping darkness, the world seemed quiet. Leanne wasn’t frightened, only aware of the intertwined breaths filling the room. Curtis kissed her passionately, his emotions a mix of passion and something unspoken.

Leanne gasped for breath as the air around them thinned, her hands clutching his shirt in a clumsy, desperate rhythm.

Curtis gave her room to breathe, his palm supporting her back. His fingers, warm and rough, traced her skin, reluctant to let go, possessively wanting her all to himself.

"Getting all decked out like this, who's the lucky guy? Hmm?" he teased, whispering against her lips.

Leanne’s breath steadied, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, reflecting his blurred features.

She measured the situation, careful not to provoke him in such a crowded setting, and played along. "For you."

Curtis was not easy to appease, his lips grinding against hers tenderly yet insistently. "How about I keep you all to myself, locked away for me only?"

Leanne’s patience was thin. "Why don't you get a chain and lock me up then?"

"I could," Curtis teased, his fingers hooking a delicate crystal chain at her back.

The thin chain was connected to a collar around Leanne’s neck. Curtis forced her to tilt her head back with a gentle tug, exposing her graceful, smooth neck.

Cold lips pressed against the side of her neck, Curtis kissing her tenderly, his tone playful, "This is fun. Who picked this dress for you?"

It was a stunning design, not meant only for his amusement.

Leanne’s neck tingled with sensitivity as his breath fanned over her, sending shivers down her spine.