Chapter 105- I don't want you
Sophia responded calmly, "I never thought anything like that. But you should know that this world isn't something you can control single-handedly! You have enemies like Lucas, traitors like Cronus, a grudge with our Diaz family, constant conflicts within the board, and now you're stirring up trouble with the R family, even the same R family that's allied with the Diaz family. Don't you think you're making too many enemies? Take a step back and see the bigger picture. I've already taken a step back, Capone. When will you learn to do the same?"
Capone smiled. "I don't know how to back down; I only know how to move forward! Anything that belongs to me, no one else can take away!"
"It's not up to you!"
"Is that so? Then do you love that R guy? Do you dare, right here in front of me, to say that you truly love him with all your heart? If you can, I'll let you go!"
Sophia could feel her blood coursing through her veins, his presence pressing in on her. Behind her was a counter, leaving her with no room to retreat.
"Can't say it, can you? But you once told me you loved me—that even if one day you left, you'd come back to me!"
"I didn't! Those were all lies. I don't love you; I hate you. I hate you so much!"
Sophia shouted at him, but kept her voice low, fearing that if she spoke any louder, the tears welling in her eyes would spill over.
Capone's hand touched her cheek, his thumb deliberately brushing against the corner of her moist eye. "Then what are these tears for? Are you lying to me, or to yourself?"
"It's none of your business! I hate you. I only wanted to escape from you! Have you forgotten? I betrayed you! Don't traitors deserve to die? Then kill me!"
"I'm giving you a chance to explain!"
"No need to explain! I don't love you; we could never be together! I hate you... I don't love you. The one I love is..."
Capone didn't let Sophia finish her sentence and lowered his head, capturing her lips in an intense kiss, as if he wanted to crush them.
He couldn't allow another man's name to follow those words!
There was still a trace of alcohol on his tongue as it entered her mouth, intertwining with her own, blending with her sweet, rose-like taste. It was unclear who was seducing whom.
Her lips seemed to have a magical hold, impossible to let go of once they touched. He was spellbound from the first taste, like a poppy flower hiding under pure beauty.
He pinned her against the counter, his arms locked around her, leaving her no escape. One of his hands gripped the back of her head, fingers threaded through her dark brown curls, forcing her to accept his invading kiss, their breaths mingling, leaving no space for words.
"Let me go... mm... let go!" Sophia struggled, her words broken, mingling with their ragged breaths, making the moment even more provocative and intense.
Capone finally loosened his hold on her waist and pulled back his hand from her head. With her strength sapped from the passionate kiss, she lost her balance and nearly fell backward.
He grabbed her collar and gave it a forceful tug, his strength ripping her work uniform and the thin knitted top beneath it, baring her pronounced collarbone and graceful shoulder line.
"You..." Sophia felt a chill on her skin and, shocked and furious, reached up to pull her clothes together, but Capone swept her up and set her on the counter.
His arms wrapped around her again, and she fell back into Capone's embrace. This time it was even more intimate; he stood between her parted legs, pulling her close and preventing her from escaping.
He kissed her once more, but now it was gentle and tender. Tilting his head slightly, he closed his eyes, shadows falling over her cheeks, and it felt as if there wasn't a single gap between them—like they'd returned to their sweetest, most entwined moments.
Sophia felt as if she was drunk on him, because at this moment, all she wanted was to hold him, her eyes stinging and filling with tears.
Capone didn't linger long on her lips; there were still so many places on her he wanted to savor.
Her pointed chin, her smooth neck, and the sensitive spot behind her ear—he kissed each one in turn, and with every touch, the warmth increased. Her skin was left blushing with traces of his affection.
His kisses trailed down her neckline, pulling her clothing further apart, baring her shoulders completely. Sophia didn't feel the cold; his kisses and embrace had her blood boiling.
But this was wrong. They couldn't continue like this.
"Capone, you're drunk! We can't do this. Let me go!"
Capone didn't seem to hear her and continued kissing her soft shoulder, slipping down the strap of her bra. With a quick motion at her chest, he unhooked it, a slight smirk on his lips. "Sophy, you still like wearing front-clasp bras."
"What… what does that have to do with you?"
Sophia's face flushed with embarrassment; all these small, private habits of hers were ingrained in his memory.
"Why wouldn't it? I like you just like this… especially in black. Look how beautifully pale you are here, so full and perfect. But you've lost weight—was it because you missed me?"
As he spoke, Capone lowered his head to take one of her sensitive peaks into his mouth. Sophia leaned back, supporting herself with her hands, unable to push him away.
This man was utterly shameless, speaking such teasing words at a time and place like this.
Capone sensed her glare and looked up at her, his eyes clouded with desire.
He kissed her lightly on the lips, murmuring, "Sophy, your taste hasn't changed a bit! Cream… and frosting—so sweet. I missed you… truly."
Tears finally slipped down Sophia's cheeks, not out of emotion, but more out of frustration.
He rarely said such tender words. Most of the time, his words were sharp, hurting both her and himself. Even in his rare moments of vulnerability, he still held onto his pride.
But today, they had come to this point. No matter how touching his words were, what did it change...
"Capone, it's impossible for us... Please, don't do this. Go back to the port. There are so many things waiting for you at the company, and so many brothers relying on you. Don't let me hold you back. You've never lacked women, and you'll find someone better in the future..."
"Sophia Diaz!" he cut her off, "Break off your engagement, and I'll prove to you that from now on, there will only ever be you!"
"It's impossible..."
"Why not? I can let go of my grudge against the Diaz family, I can forgive your betrayal—why can't you let go of a man you don't even love? What more do you want from me? Just tell me!"
Sophia was stunned, sitting up to push him away fiercely. "Letting go of your hatred is supposed to be a gift to me? I never wronged you—you destroyed me! I have nothing left now, not even the right to live in peace! I told you I never betrayed you, but you didn't believe me!"
"And when did you ever believe me? I explained, I even took you to see for yourself—that those reports and photos weren't my doing. I didn't want to ruin you!"
"From the day you sent me to ROYAL, from the moment you abducted me, you already destroyed me!"
Capone's hands clenched at his sides, barely containing the turmoil inside him. He didn't want Sophia to see how much he was hurting.
The worst thing he'd done was in the past, unchangeable now. It was a thorn lodged between them, one that might never soften or fade away.
Maybe she would remember it forever, never forgiving him.
Was her marrying someone else his punishment?
He laughed coldly, moving his body close to hers again. "If that's the case, why should I hold back? I'll just make sure to ruin you completely. I'd love to see if that little R boy is truly so generous—if he'd still want to marry his fiancée after she's been taken over and over again!"
Sophia's eyes widened in shock, but before she could react, he stepped forward and pulled her tightly into his arms.
This time, there was no tenderness in his kiss; it was fierce, an unmistakable show of dominance. Like a predator closing in on its panicked prey, he caught her precisely, watching as she struggled powerlessly under his grasp.
Sophia's clothes almost all faded down, only hanging in the bend of the arm, holding the pipa half cover appearance is provoking the man's heart fire, he slightly roughly pushed her backward, white clean and clean beautiful back on the cold tiles of the wall, Sophia was stabbed with a shock, reflexively arched her body, the chest of the white soft two groups of immediately high up, the two crimson berry in the slightly cool air The two crimson berries hardened in the cool air, carrying that unique sweet flavour of her body, like cherries doused in a layer of syrup.
Capone only had to dip his head a little to take one of them, roll it between his lips and teeth, and then switch to the other side to gently and lovingly tumble and tease it until both peaks were wet with a watery hue.
'Capone, you bastard! You let go of me!'
Sophia couldn't push him off, so she clenched her fists and pounded hard, each blow landing precisely full on him, which he took silently without the slightest intention of letting her go.
He quickly removed her thick pantyhose, Sophia regretted why she preferred to wear a woolen skirt these days, this man was particularly convenient to take advantage of, in one go, the thick pantyhose off, cupping her arse ambiguously caressing to the extreme, the skirt blocked his hand, from the outside it was not yet visible how bad he was!
Capone's fingers were long and dexterous, his palm resting on her hip, his long fingers hooking her little inner towards the centre and strangling it inside her deep cleavage, Sophia squirmed uncomfortably, but he took the opportunity to probe along the edge of that cotton, touching the faintest of wetness before nonchalantly jabbing inwards!
'Ummm ...' Sophia chirped out vaguely as she was uncomfortable with the sudden intrusion, and the long slender finger went in a little deeper like the letter of a snake, the active knuckles moving freely in the tight canal, the rough knuckles rubbing against the softest and most delicate flesh, stimulating her to shrink. flesh and blood, stimulating her to keep shrinking to try to squeeze him out.
'You're still so passionate!' Capone's body took the pain from her fists, but his face was still a teasing smile, and his knuckles moved deeply and without much regularity, 'Must have missed me a lot, right, seeing as how you sucked so tightly and got wet so fast ... tell me how much you missed me! '
'I don't want you, you ... shameless ... ah!'