William also saw that scene.
But he kept quite.
He watched silently as Nancy brushed past him in the hallway, almost as if he were invisible, heading upstairs.
William poured himself a glass of orange juice, trying to shake off the weight of the moment, before following her upstairs.
"Mom, guess what happened today!" Nancy's enthusiasm echoed from her room.
He hesitated to interrupt her.
"I just kissed Bon!" she exclaimed.
William's heart sank.
"Ah! He is attractive," she added, her tone exuberant.
"But he's someone else's fiancé," a woman's voice interjected.
Eliciting a gasp from William as he cupped his mouth with his hands.
"I know, but I can't stop thinking about his sweet kiss," Nancy laughed.
"Oh! It's so exhilarating, Mom!" she continued, her laughter filling the air.
"Focus, Nancy! Remember, you need to ensure you have William's money ," the other voice advised.
"I know. I'm determined to secure everything I can," Nancy replied confidently.
"He's dying. Soon, you and my siblings will be moving into the mansion with me."
While part of William wrestled with anger and betrayal, he couldn't ignore the tone of their conversation.
"I'm happy about it, but don't lose sight of what truly matters," the woman cautioned.
"Fine," Nancy replied, though her tone suggested otherwise.
William stood there, grappling not only with his emotions but also the precariousness of the situation.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number.
Unknown number.
Annoyance creased his brow as he muttered, "I needed you to do a job for me. I'm giving you 45 minutes to get here."
He felt the weight of impatience as he stood at the gate, waiting for the man who would deliver something special.
.... ....
.... ....
Bon stepped inside, he found his daughter standing in the living room with her arms crossed.
"Dad, do you have any relationship with that witch ?" she questioned.
"Is there something you'd like to know?" he replied, a hint of irritation in his voice.
"Answer me!" she insisted.
"My fiancée," he stated firmly.
"It's true, then. She's the reason you're hurting Mom," she responded, pain evident in her voice.
Just then, Tessa entered the room.
"What did you tell her?" he inquired.
"Nothing but the truth. She's old enough to understand," Tessa replied matter of factly.
"You're not helping, you're trying to turn my daughter against me," he retorted, his frustration boiling over as he walked towards the entrance.
"Where are you going?" his daughter asked, concern in her tone.
"To someone who respects me," he shot back before slamming the door behind him.
Bang!!
"Mom, did I do something wrong?" she asked, cupping her face in her hands.
"No, my child, you did the right thing," Tessa reassured her, gently kissing her forehead.
"It's okay."
"Your husband raped me, and now you want to take my man away from me, Ella," she murmured bitterly.
"That happiness won't last long," she thought, her mind racing with the chaos around her.
Back to the mansion.
After a suspenseful 45 minutes the delivery boy finally arrived.
William whispered to himself, "I knew he wouldn't let me down." He handed over the payment, expressed his gratitude, and turned to enter the entrance door.
Inside, he found Nancy leisurely walking around the bed, dressed in an elegant nightgown.
He stepped in.
"Well, well my sexy slut," he said.
Firmly closed the door, and locked it behind him.
"Hey, what's going on?" Nancy inquired, a hint of apprehension in her tone.
"Nothing, my dear," William replied with a playful smile.
"I just want to make this night memorable."
As he spoke, Nancy's expression shifted, revealing her concern.
"Let's ensure tonight is unforgettable," he added, trying to lighten the mood.
He stripped off his clothes in a frenzy, his cock already hard and throbbing as he grabbed Nancy by the waist and pulled her close.
Her body pressed against his, warm and yielding, and with rough hands, he ripped away her clothes tearing the fabric of her night gown until she stood naked before him, her skin flushed with anticipation.
Without a word, he reached for the coil of rope nearby, his eyes locked on hers with a predatory gleam.
He bound her wrists tightly behind her back, the coarse fibers biting into her skin just enough to make her gasp.
Looping more rope around her ankles, he forced her legs apart, securing her to the bedposts so she was spread wide, vulnerable and exposed.
Nancy's breaths came quick and shallow, her wet **blood orange** already glistening as she tested the restraints, the pull only heightening her arousal.
He climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of her face.
'Open up,' he growled, gripping the base of his thick ** juicy brown cone*" and slapping it against her lips.
She parted them eagerly, and he thrust forward, shoving his length deep into her mouth.
Nancy gagged as he hit the back of her throat, but he didn't stop pushing harder, forcing her to take every inch until her nose pressed against his groin.
He fucked her face relentlessly, his hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm, saliva dripping down her chin as she choked and slurped around him.
Her tongue swirled desperately along the underside, hollowing her cheeks to suck him deeper, the restraint making her submission all the more intense.
Pulling out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening shaft, he flipped her onto her stomach, the ropes twisting her body into position.
Her tush lifted high, presented to him like an offering.
He spat on her tight hole, rubbing the head of his **juicy brown cone** against it before slamming in without mercy.
Nancy cried out, the burn of the stretch turning to raw pleasure as he pounded her ass hard, each thrust burying him to the hilt.
His hands gripped her hips, bruising the flesh, pulling her back onto him as he reamed her relentlessly.
The room filled with the slap of skin on skin, her moans muffled against the sheets, her body rocking with the force of his brutal tush fucking.
He didn't let up, driving into her deeper, faster, until sweat slicked their bodies and her muscles clenched around him in ecstasy.
Finally, with a guttural groan, he pulled out, his **juicy brown cone** pulsing as he grabbed a used condom from the nightstand one still slick with remnants of his earlier load, the rubber sagging with the weight of dried seed inside.
He rolled it over his throbbing length, the barrier thin and precarious, then positioned himself at her dripping **blood orange**
In one swift motion, he buried himself inside her, the used condom stretching taut as he fucked her with savage intensity.
Nancy's bound form bucked beneath him, her walls gripping him tight, milking every inch.
The pressure built until the condom burst with a sharp rip, his hot seed spilling directly into her vagina, flooding her depths as he kept thrusting through his climax.
Seeds leaked out around his **juicy brown cone**, mixing with her juices, the sensation of his bare release pushing her over the edge into a shuddering orgasm.
He collapsed beside her, both panting, the ropes still holding her in place as the warmth of his seed settled deep inside her.
Note:
**A used condom**
William was up to something bad.
Real bad!!