Chapter 202

Chapter 202

What did William want to do?

Was he trying to hook up with her here?

Nah, there were too many people around today, it's crowded.

Sophia fought back as William slipped his hand into her panties, his fingers sliding in and gently teasing her clit.

She was getting wet down there.

William's fingers were damp and sticky.

Sophia squirmed, her legs starting to move.

Her mouth was busy, and she was all tangled up.

With her hands pressed against her chest, her eyes showed defiance.

William lifted Sophia's legs, wrapping them around his waist, saying, "When you're in the mood, you gotta seize the moment."

It was good for you. What was he talking about?

Sophia felt dizzy, her thoughts clouded by the kisses.

As their lips parted, still slick with saliva, William brushed his tongue against Sophia's earlobe.

One kiss led to another.

Sophia's lipstick was smudged, her lips a bit swollen and enticing.

Her face was flushed, her eyes dreamy, lost in desire.

She seemed hungry for intimacy, craving a man's touch.

William yanked off Sophia's panties, tossed them away, dropped his pants, and his member sprang out.

"No."

"You need this."

Without waiting for Sophia to respond, William took her hand, raised it above her head, gripped her hips, and entered her.

Sophia couldn't help but moan, her hips wriggling, trying to resist.

But she was pinned against the glass in the flower room, unable to break free.

Was this really happening?

What was going on?

Was this going to turn into another drawn-out encounter?

This was a party at Safe.

The soundproofing in the flower room wasn't great.

What if someone walked in on us?

Sophia's face flushed, her eyes darting nervously towards the door.

The flower room was all glass, even though the curtains were drawn on their side.

But Sophia could still make out blurry figures through the curtains.

"It...might...be...seen."

William's hips moving rapidly, thrusting into her.

Sophia managed to speak in short bursts.

William gripped Sophia's hips, kissing her to muffle any sounds, his movements steady inside her.

Shallow and deep, pushing in and out.

The view was obscured, making it hard to see outside clearly.

Sophia lightly bit her lip, unable to contain her moans.

"Hold on to me."

William ordered, lifting Sophia off the ground, his hands supporting her hips, thrusting with urgency.

Their bodies swayed together.

To keep steady, Sophia clung to William's neck.

Looking up, Sophia saw their reflection in the glass.

Their bodies entwined, lost in a forbidden act.

As if reprimanding him, Sophia nipped at William's earlobe.

The slight pain only seemed to drive him further.

With each thrust, William delved deeper into her.

Sophia couldn't hold back, her moans growing louder.

She spotted people approaching.

Sophia clamped her hand over her mouth, biting her lip, stifling her cries.

As the figures drew closer, Sophia recognized Flora and her friends outside.

Sophia's expression shifted, her muscles tensing, her grip tightening around William, her legs locking around his waist.

William's breath grew ragged, teetering on the edge.

His pace slowed, giving Sophia's backside a gentle pat.

"Are you trying to crush me?"

William's voice was low, raspy, holding back.

His heavy breath mingled with warm puffs of air.

Sophia shivered, her eyes misty, "Someone's coming."

Her tone was flirtatious.

The snide comments persisted.

Flora's voice cut through, "So what if I come from a fallen family, you're sneaking up on her from behind, what's with your low status?"

"Yeah, even our sister-in-law has to bow to our little sister, what's up with your family, offering up your sister-in-law, acting all humble."

The jabs kept coming.

Flora shot back without hesitation.

It was evident that respect was lacking among them.

Listening to the conversation, Sophia feared they would barge in.

She tightened her grip on William.

"Chill out."

William gave Sophia's backside another pat.

Thankfully, it wasn't too loud this time.

Sophia rolled her eyes at William, "I can't relax."

This glass room offered zero soundproofing.

She was too on edge to unwind.

William's expression darkened as he lifted Sophia, turning her around.

Out of sight, but not out of earshot.

The chatter outside persisted.

The wealthy young ladies, taking turns mocking Flora.

Flora stood her ground, unfazed.

They were too near, every word ringing clear.

Sophia tensed.

William's grip tightened, his face a mix of frustration, thrusting vigorously.

Sophia pressed against the glass, the cold surface against her chest.

William's movements quickened, thrusting urgently.

With each push, Sophia's chest flattened against the glass, compressed.

"Shallow and deep."

William thrust vigorously, one hand around Sophia's waist, grazing her chest.

"Look up."

Sophia's head spun, instinctively obeying.

But she caught sight of a mirror.

In the reflection, Sophia saw herself pressed against the glass, William moving inside her.

The image... sent waves of pleasure through Sophia.

"Let me go."

Mirrors lined the glass room, a potential nightmare if caught.

Sophia began to resist.

William grinned, holding her close, "Relax, no one's brave enough to peek."

It was not that no one's looking.

It was that no one dares.

Was this William's confidence as the heir?

Sophia's body against the cold glass, William's warmth on the other side.

His movements relentless.

People passed by outside.

Many through the flower room.

A keen observer would spot the intertwined figures inside.

Luckily, no one intruded.

At such a gathering, everyone focused on mingling.

Music played nearby, drawing a crowd.

Sophia breathed a sigh of relief.

But her relief was short-lived.

Before she could recover, William turned her face and kissed her.

"Feeling better now?"

What was William getting at?

She couldn't grasp it.

Seeing his concern, Sophia's lashes fluttered, her body trembling.

Ah, now she understood.

William assumed she was aroused.

Indeed, one lie leads to many more.