Chapter 221

Chapter 221

"Sure."

Sophia clenched her teeth and reluctantly gave in.

This time, she went along willingly.

Supporting William's proud member, Sophia slowly eased herself onto it.

Her pussy was already wet from William's earlier touch, but it was still a bit of a challenge to take him all in.

With her hands on William's chest, Sophia lowered herself gradually, feeling every inch fill her up, so she took it nice and slow.

William lay still, his breath getting heavier. Seeing Sophia's deliberate movements, he thrust his hips, driving himself deep into her.

Sophia couldn't help but let out a moan as he entered her.

William had been patient for a while, but now he started moving faster.

Sophia gritted her teeth, hands on William's chest, keeping pace with his thrusts.

Their bodies continued to collide.

A tingling sensation spread through Sophia's body, and she couldn't hold back her moans.

Having recently given birth and not being in top shape, Sophia's strength waned after a few moments.

"Let me take over," William said.

With one hand, William lifted Sophia and placed her on the sofa.

Lowering his head, he took one of Sophia's nipples into his mouth, then moved to the other with his tongue.

William played with and nibbled on Sophia's breasts freely.

Sophia gasped and trembled, her vagina dripping wet.

Soon, they changed positions.

William had Sophia straddle his waist, their closeness intense.

As soon as she settled down, William began thrusting quickly once more.

The sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room.

William's heavy breaths and Sophia's sweet moans blended like a beautiful melody.

It was going to be a night to remember.

They made love from dusk till dawn.

In the end, they lay in the sunlight, reaching their peak together.

Sophia rested on William's chest, breathing heavily.

Their bodies moved in harmony, ready to climax at any moment.

After gathering some strength, Sophia calmly dressed herself, but William's hand was injured and couldn't get wet in the bath.

Memories flooded Sophia's mind.

Softly, she offered, "Let me help you with your bath."

"Sure thing."

William agreed cheerfully and made his way to the bathroom, keeping his hand elevated.

Sophia assisted in washing William's body in the shower.

Due to their height difference, when Sophia stood upright, she reached William's chest perfectly.

William's distinct scent filled the air.

Sophia remained composed, her expression unchanged.

Observing her, William smirked teasingly, "So, you've never had a thing for me, huh?"

Even facing him in the nude, Sophia remained unfazed.

Shaking her head, she replied, "Believe it or not, I do appreciate your face and your physique."

"But that kind of liking won't make me stay forever."

Maybe her feelings were too superficial, not deep enough.

Closing his eyes, William said, "I get it. I'll take you somewhere nice soon."

"Okay."

After a night of passion, exhausted, they drifted off to sleep.

When Sophia woke up again, it was dark outside.

William was already dressed, waiting by the side. "Let's go, we're leaving now."

"Okay."

They would be able to depart the next day.

Sophia remained compliant throughout.

They arrived at a secluded estate by car.

The estate was grand, but every person who arrived had their license plate concealed, and they all wore masks.

William and Sophia were no exception, donning fox masks as they entered.

The first-floor lobby was expansive, with tables each marked with a number.

William guided Sophia to a secluded corner, and she inquired, "What's this place?"

Noticing the book on the table, Sophia's expression shifted.

William confirmed, "Yep, there's a big auction happening here today."

It felt more like an underground gambling spot than a typical auction.

Sophia had heard of this place before. Unlike regular auctions, here, to acquire something you wanted, you had to pay a price.

And that price was determined by drawing lots.

Some even paid with their lives.

A sense of dread crept into Sophia's heart. She grasped William's hand and shook her head, "I hope you start valuing yourself first."

Don't let anyone harm you.

Seemingly catching Sophia's drift, William grinned, "I'll show you how much I love you and that you'll never forget me."

Sophia's heart raced even faster.

The auction officially kicked off.

A man sporting a tiger mask strode onto the stage. "Hey, everyone, check this out. What do we have here?"

A series of photos flashed on the big screen.

Sophia's face drained of color, and she leaped from her seat.

It was her parents' diary.

Both of them had a habit of jotting down their thoughts, kept in a box together.

How could someone auction off people's diaries?

Sophia's blood turned to ice, and she trembled all over.

Onstage, the host proudly presented, "Remember the Browns, once a wealthy family in the area, now fallen from grace, leaving only a woman behind. The box contains the diaries of the Brown family's patriarch and matriarch. Aren't you curious about what the richest man in town was pondering, there's even something from the woman in there."

"Absolutely shameless."

Sophia clenched her fists, her gaze locked on the figures on stage, her body quivering with rage.

Disgraceful.

Those people deserved to meet their end.

Just as Sophia was on the verge of charging forward, William encircled her slender waist with his arm. "Don't fret, leave it to me."

Ryan, also masked, tightened his fists. "Should I go shut this place down?"

William shook his head. "We gotta follow the rules."

Ryan was speechless.

Follow the rules.

Did those words even exist in William's vocabulary?

Ryan's mouth twitched, and catching Sophia's anxious expression, he got it.

The auction pressed on.

Attendees began bidding, waving their paddles.

"I'm curious about what the rich guy thinks, and I wonder about his wife's musings. Are they just like us regular folks?"

"Yeah, I wanna know if the rich guy's wife has a hot bod and if she's better in bed."

The crude remarks grew more audacious, sending shivers down Sophia's spine. A chill crawled up from her feet, her lower lip bitten as the metallic tang of blood filled her mouth.

William clasped Sophia's hand and murmured, "Tomorrow, I'll make them vanish from this town."

His tone was casual, resolute.

Sophia's ears buzzed, unable to process a single word, her eyes fixed on the spectacle on stage.

As more paddles went up, the bidding war intensified.

Just as Sophia was about to raise her paddle, William interjected, "I'll take it."

With an indifferent tone, William's words brooked no opposition and he raised a crimson paddle.

As per the rules, regardless of how many times the other side raised their paddle, William would outbid them until he bankrupted himself.