Chapter 349
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Leanne gazed at him, dazed and confused, not understanding his intentions, until Curtis’ large hand enveloped her foot, his warm palm pressing against her sole. Instinctively, she
recoiled.
Curtis tightened his grip, holding her firmly as he lifted his eyes to meet hers. “What are you afraid of?”
“It tickles a bit,” Leanne admitted.
The corner of Curtis’ mouth twitched upward in a subtle smile, and his tone was lazy yet laced with an emotion hard to decipher. “Oh? Others don’t make it tickle, but I do?”
His wrists were lean, the veins beneath his skin accentuating the rugged power of his masculinity, contrasting sharply with her delicate feet.
Leanne felt uncomfortable, her mind overpowered by his presence, managing only a feeble/protest, “No one else has touched them.
“Is that so?”
Curtis’ voice was light, almost breezy, but beneath that feigned tranquility was a stormy darkness more violent than a surfy sea.
From a young age, Curtis harbored a fierce protective instinct toward Leanne, his sister in name only. No one else could touch her. For what he once did not understand, he then knew it was not just protectiveness but a possessive desire.
Foot massages were usual, especially after a long day at work. It was nothing out of the ordinary except that Curtis felt the urge to break the hands of anyone else who touched
her.
There wasn’t a single part of Leanne that wasn’t beautiful. Even the shape of her ankles was exquisitely delicate.
Curtis’ fingers, as smooth as polished marble, traced around her protruding ankle bones, sliding from the back to the front of her foot, the sensitive area causing her toes to curl like bashful mimosa leaves.
He massaged her soles in a way that was more teasing than therapeutic, intentionally avoiding traditional pressure points and focusing instead on the spots that elicited the most intense reactions from her.
Leanne squirmed under the ticklish sensation, her struggles growing as she tried to kick him off. “What are you doing? Let go…”
But she couldn’t escape.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you like massages?”
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Curtis’ eyes were deep and intense, and he watched her furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips. “Does it feel better when I do it, or someone else does?”
Though Leanne had never really gone for a professional massage, she knew it wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
Selina had screamed from pain during her session when the masseuse touched a spot to reflect kidney health. Ever so competitive, Joy had contorted her face in agony yet boasted, “Ha, it doesn’t hurt at all!”
“I haven’t let anyone else do this,” Leanne attempted to crawl away, her voice coming out all nasally, making her sound pretty pathetic. “$top teasing me.”
Curtis grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her back, his hands smoothly gliding up her silky calves, capturing her legs and spreading them apart as he kneeled between them, trapping her beneath him in a bossy pose.
His tone remained steady, betraying no sign of the emotional turmoil inside. “No massage, then? What were you doing at the spa for so long?”
He loomed over her, pinning her down. Leanne felt like prey with no escape, wisely attempting to explain, “I didn’t stay long at the spa. I only had a quick back rub before I
was called back to work.”
A back rub?
That didn’t do much to improve Curtis’ mood.
He flipped Leanne over.
Her soft, loose blouse had shifted to reveal a small red mark where her shoulder
neck, catching Curtis’ eye.
His expression chilled in a microsecond, and he pushed aside her collar to look clo the next second, he flipped her blouse up.
Her back was flawlessly smooth, the beautiful lines of her shoulder blades and the distinct curve of her waist and hips exposed in the golden light.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees,
Leanne was stunned, anger building from being manipulated forcefully, her eyes reddening with frustration.
“Curtis, have you had enough?”
His anger was boiling, ready to erupt. “Leanne, are you trying to kill me?”
With that, he suddenly withdrew, and as Leanne turned her head, she only caught a glimpse of his retreating figure.
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