Chapter 217

Chapter 217

Sophia's body trembled with excitement.

She shook her head defiantly, but her body betrayed her, her arousal evident.

"You're saying one thing, but your body says another. Tonight, I'm gonna make sure you're completely satisfied."

William's smile was warm and charming as his fingers ventured deeper inside her, teasing her sensitive spots with fervor.

Sophia shuddered, moans escaping her lips.

William's fingers moved faster and faster, and Sophia couldn't control her body anymore, moaning loudly and squeezing her legs together, trapping his hand.

William grew even more excited, knowing her body was being honest.

He pulled Sophia into his arms, kissing every inch of her body with passion.

Her flushed cheeks, slender neck, full breasts, and slim waist...

His kisses traveled downward, as if he wanted to kiss every part of her body.

"I'll make sure you have an unforgettable night."

William's lips found their way between Sophia's legs, his tongue pressing against her.

Pleasure surged through her, making Sophia tremble and squeeze her legs together.

William paused, then forcefully spread her legs apart.

With her legs spread wide, her private parts were fully exposed, and Sophia's face turned red with embarrassment, her body shaking.

William sensed the change in her body and slowly pushed his tongue inside, stirring her insides wildly.

Every movement of his tongue sent spasms through Sophia's body.

Her labia were licked and sucked, and William's tongue explored deeper and deeper until it reached its limit.

His soft, flexible tongue danced inside her, driving Sophia's desire to its peak.

Sophia's body went limp, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her moans growing louder and louder.

As time passed, Sophia felt waves of heat flowing out of her, soaking the sheets.

William's tongue moved rapidly inside her.

Sophia climaxed instantly, and the sound of sucking filled the space between her legs.

Her seductive moans were like the best aphrodisiac.

William continued his actions, his tongue teasing her relentlessly, occasionally looking up at the flushed Sophia with a provocative smile.

Her body was too sensitive, and just his tongue alone made her climax multiple times.

After another climax, William pressed his body against hers, "Does it feel good?"

His voice carried a hint of urgency, like a child asking for candy.

Sophia turned her face away awkwardly, "It's okay."

Her words were defiant, but her body was honest.

William's tall frame pressed down on her, "Now, it's going to feel even better."

His penis, suppressed for so long, entered her and stirred her insides wildly.

Having just tasted pleasure, the sudden intense thrusts overwhelmed Sophia, her hands pushing against William's chest, shaking her head repeatedly, "Slow down, it hurts."

Sophia thought William, having been suppressed for so long, wouldn't heed her words.

But as soon as she spoke, she felt the intensity of the thrusts lessen significantly, becoming much gentler.

Sophia lay on the bed, fully enjoying the pleasure coursing through her body.

William continued thrusting, carefully observing Sophia's every expression, ensuring she had adapted to the rhythm before he could no longer suppress his desire, thrusting rapidly.

The sound of flesh colliding echoed through the room.

William's thrusts grew faster and deeper, as if he wanted to conquer Sophia in his arms. His stamina was impressive, like a machine, tireless.

Whenever Sophia grew tired, William would use a trick or a move to reignite her desire.

The night was long.

Sophia's voice grew hoarse from screaming, her mind dizzy, and eventually, she passed out.

When she woke up again, the sunlight outside was blinding. Sophia wanted to stay in bed a little longer but eventually got up.

In the mirror, Sophia's eyes still held a seductive look, her body covered in red marks contrasting with the white bandage on her neck.

"Were you satisfied last night?"

William appeared behind her, gently wrapping his arms around her waist.

Sophia's body stiffened, her face calm, "I told you, it was okay."

Such words were an insult to a man.

William's expression didn't change, a smile playing on his lips, "Alright, I'll keep trying until you're satisfied."

Sophia was speechless.

Had William gone mad?

From one extreme to another. He used to flash his knife at the slightest provocation, now he was showing off another weapon.

After breakfast, William went to the Johnson Group as usual.

Meanwhile, Sophia, her neck locked, stayed idly in the study.

Of course, to prevent her from getting bored, William had left a computer for her.

Boredom made time crawl.

When Sophia was bored, she took out a needle and started fiddling with the lock on her neck.

As a child, Sophia was very smart and loved learning new things.

Once, she saw a locksmith at work and found it fascinating, so she learned the skill for a while.

Perhaps it was a natural talent, but Sophia quickly mastered various lock-picking techniques.

Of course, this didn't include combination locks.

The lock on Sophia's neck required a key to open.

She closed her eyes, inserted the silver needle, and carefully listened to the sounds inside.

Time passed slowly.

Soon, the lock clicked open.

Sophia's eyes lit up as she opened the letter Aiden had secretly sent her.

Aiden's goal was clear: he wanted to get Sophia out of there.

They shared the same goal in this regard.

However, the method of escape needed to be changed.

William had gone mad, and if she couldn't escape in one go, she would be caught again and locked up like a dog.

Sophia burned the letter to ashes and threw it in the trash.

A bold plan formed in her mind.

She just needed to wait for the right opportunity.

Sophia didn't expect the opportunity to come so soon.

As night fell, the door to the house opened.

This time, it wasn't William who entered, but Nash, the housekeeper.

"Mrs. Johnson, what are you doing?" Nash's eyes widened as he took in the scene.

He quickly composed himself and lowered his head.

Sophia smiled nonchalantly, "Why are you here? Is there something you need?"

"Mr. Johnson said he wants to take you to a party tonight. These are the clothes prepared for you."

Nash clapped his hands, and the clothes were brought in.

The rack was filled with new designs from major brands, each piece worth seven figures.

Sophia spread her hands, "How am I supposed to attend a party like this?"

"Mr. Johnson will be back soon. The clothes have been delivered, we'll leave now." Nash walked to the door, hesitating before turning back, "Mrs. Johnson, should we inform Mrs. Amelia Johnson?"

Sophia shook her head, "No need, we're just playing a game."

Amelia was the only person in the house who truly cared for William.

Sophia didn't want to affect their relationship.

Nash gave Sophia a deep look, sighed, and turned to leave.