Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 50

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. 

Leanne flushed with anger, “Let go of me!” 

“Why are you running? Isn’t this just part of our marital duties? I got a raging desire, so it’s up to you to fulfill those duties.” 

As he spoke, he leaned in, his scent, a potent mix of masculinity, enveloping her as he pinned her down with one hand around her delicate neck to keep her still. 

Leanne was furious and helpless, struggling against him, fearing he might go through with it. In a burst of panic, she blurted, “Fuck you!” 

At that, Curtis, who had been fuming, nearly burst into laughter at her feeble insult. 

How inept! She couldn’t even cuss someone out properly. 

way, he suppressed his laughter before looking back at her, his anger ingly, he said, “Come on, fuck me, please.” 

was speechless. 

What a jerk! 

Annoyed, she said, ‘Get off me.” 

Curtis’ hand around her neck changed pressure, his thumb teasingly stroking the sensiti spot below her ear. 

“You haven’t finished your 

duties yet. Where are you off to?” 

Leanne could tell his tone had shifted. Earlier, he was genuinely angry, but now he was just being a rogue. 

With hands and feet pushing against him, she finally managed to shove him aside, because Curtis didn’t resist seriously. 

He rolled next to her, propped up on one elbow by the headboard, watching Leanne’s silhouette as she scurried off the bed like a startled little hamster, rushing toward the 

bathroom. 

She entered the bathroom, her hand reaching back to lock the door. 

Curtis got off the bed, leisurely straightening the collar of his shirt that had been ruffled in 

the scuffle. 

Just as the door clicked shut, his voice followed her in, “I haven’t slept with another