I was Tortured While My Husband Celebrated His New Lover's Birthday

While I was being crazily taken by Joseph.

Frank was sitting in the private room of the club he often went to.

Eva was pleasing him with fruits in his arms, but he seemed somewhat absent-minded.

He held his phone.

My chat box on the screen was turned off and on again and again by him, but he never received the message he wanted to see.

He originally thought that after I, who had always been delicate, was taught a lesson by the kidnappers, I would put down my pride and apologize proactively to beg for his forgiveness.

He never expected that after three days, not only did I not apologize, but I didn't even send a greeting message.

She was so stubborn!

When Eva saw his lost appearance, she resented me in her heart.

But on the surface, she put on a well-behaved appearance, intimately held his arm and said, "Frank, my sister has never liked me. Perhaps she feels that pushing me downstairs is my honour and there is no need for an apology... So... It is better to forget about it and bring her back."

Frank was originally still a little worried about whether something would happen to me when I didn't contact him for so many days.

After hearing Eva's words, he immediately turned off the chat box.

She was right.

Cecilia had always been arrogant and fierce, not putting anyone in her eyes.

What could a few hooligans do to her?

She must be deliberately hiding, waiting for me to apologize first.

The more Frank thought about it, the angrier he became, so he simply turned off his phone.

He held Eva into his arms and took the fruit she fed him, saying with joy, "You are always the most considerate and kind!"

Eva smiled smugly.

Cecilia, thanks for your death!

Three days ago when the kidnappers came to her with the photo of the nameless woman's body to ask for the final payment, she almost went crazy with joy.

Her life was finally about to set sail again.

The man she had secretly loved for many years would finally belong to her completely!

...

On the tenth day after being kidnapped, I started to feel restless.

Although Mr. Grevin provided me with good food and drink, and had shown absolutely no intention of trying to kill me, I got tired of the days that I could only maintain my life by pleasing the master like a pet.

I wanted to go to work normally. I wanted to go out and socialize, and make life a little more interesting.

At night, I held my phone.

I searched through my address book, but couldn't find a single name that I could stay with.

In the end, I stopped at Frank's name.

It had been ten days and this man, who was my fiancé, hadn't even sent me a greeting message.

It seemed that he had been having fun with Eva recently.

"Who are you thinking about?"

A strong male scent covered me from behind, and the next second, I was pulled into his arms.

My body stiffened slightly, and I quickly turned off my phone.

I forced a sweet smile and said, "I'm not thinking about anyone. I just want to go back to work."

Joseph glanced at my phone, his eyes full of unknown meaning.

"Work?"

Having just come back from outside, he brought a hint of coolness with him.

I found the man in front of me was always perfect and immaculate, like the crystal snow on the mountain.

Afraid of making him angry, I had to pander to him, "I'm a human, not an animal. I definitely want to do some human things."

I put my arms around his neck and pitifully kissed his Adam's apple.

"Mr. Grevin, may I?"

Joseph seemed to be very sensitive to this action. Every time I kissed his Adam's apple, his body immediately reacted.

His breath became rough.

He lifted my chin with his long fingers, "Do you want to go back?"

I nodded cautiously.

"Will you come back?"

Why should I come back? To continue being his pet?

But I dared not ask, after all, I was the one who took the initiative to sell myself to him in the first place.

"As long as you need me, I will come back."

I felt even more wronged after saying those shameful words.

"So, what do you think of yourself? And what do you think of me?"

"As..."

I thought for a moment and answered boldly, "Good friends?"

I thought he would sneer.

But he smiled gently and kissed me lightly on my forehead.

"You are quite loyal as a good friend."

His kiss was gentle, going down from my eyebrows, and I gradually lost strength in his arms.

With my fingers inserted into his thick black hair, I asked in a trembling voice, "Do you agree?"

"What if I don't agree?"

I was speechless.

I should have guessed the ending, but I still felt disappointed.

I forced a smile.

"Just pretend I didn't ask."

"Or..."

He pinched my chin with his long fingers again, "Try to please me like before, and I'll consider it."

It was not that hard to please him...

Although he seemed cold on the surface, he was actually like an inexperienced boy. He easily got excited when I casually flirted with him, like finding a source of light in the darkness.

I leaned in to kiss him. I skillfully pried open his lips and teeth, invading his mouth.

Joseph's breath gradually became unstable as he let me kiss him.

His usually cold eyes were now filled with desire, reflecting my figure clearly.

Every time at this moment, I always felt that he liked me.

But as the most prestigious and influential master of the Grevin family, how could he fall in love with a woman like me who had been abandoned by men like a dog?

He was just playing with me.

Joseph was strong and muscular. I was as weak as a rootless duckweed when I clung to his shoulders.

He chuckled from above my head, "Hey, you're not skillful enough."

I didn't know how to answer so I playfully bit his shoulder.

He trembled in pain.

But instead of getting angry, he became even more excited.

Just as I felt like he was about to tear me apart, a familiar ringtone sounded in my ears.

It was the ringtone I had set just for Frank.

Did that scumbag finally remember to call me?