Their Dangerous Affairs

"Yvonne! Are you crazy?"

Thomas stared at the woman riding on him in disbelief, and his eyes were filled with coldness.

Yvonne glanced at his limbs, which were tied up with a tie, and swirled the wine glass with a flirtatious look in her eyes. "Today is our third anniversary of marriage..."

"So, you hired someone to kidnap me?!" Thomas's eyes were burning with anger. He couldn't believe that he had been drugged, kidnapped, and raped.

He was going to pick someone up at the airport, but on the way, he suddenly felt sleepy.

Then, he woke up here.

He wondered in his mind, "Where is Ned Lious?

"Are the fucking drivers and bodyguards dead? How dare they allow a woman to do whatever she wants?"

Yvonne slowly and seductively twisted the buttons on his shirt. "Don't worry, Mr. Johnson. I'll take care of Miss Denise Morgan for the time being. Now, do your best. If I'm satisfied, I'll let her see the sun in advance..."

"Mrs. Johnson, are you so dissatisfied?"

Thomas's face turned red, but he quickly calmed down. He was lying below her, but he was looking at her like a king.

Yvonne brushed against him. Her fingertips swept across his sturdy chest, his neck rising and falling slightly, and finally stopped on his lips. She said sincerely, "You look so beautiful even when you're angry. You're really awsome..."

His fair skin, thick black eyebrows, high nose, and beautiful lips were all pleasing to the eye.

Especially his damnable and supreme artistic temperament was simply challenging her desire to conquer him!

She had put in so much effort to marry him and worked hard as Mrs. Johnson for three years just for this.