Sophia gazed at the deep red dessert in front of her, the warmth of her clothes seeping deep into her heart.
Looking at the tall and handsome man beside her, how could it be easy to stop loving him more?
She obediently finished the dessert, the sweet, glutinous taste lingering in her mouth. Capone had already leaned in, gently pecking her lips. His voice grew even deeper. "There's some here..."
He licked the small droplets of sauce from her lips. The tempting sweetness made him reluctant to pull away. His lips and tongue captured hers, deepening the kiss, tasting the sweetness in her mouth, which seemed to be the flavor of red bean paste but even more delicious.
His breathing grew heavier, his hand gripping the back of her head, anchoring her in place. His tongue ravaged her mouth, making a wet sound, irresistibly seductive.
Sophia's face flushed all the way to her ears. The high heat from just after her bath seemed to return. Her hand rested on his exposed forearm, feeling that he was just as affected as she was.
Finally, she gathered the last remnants of her fading rationality, pulling away from the lingering kiss. She stared into his intoxicated eyes and asked, "Can I... ask you a few questions?"
"Mm, what do you want to ask?"
Sophia adjusted her sleepwear, sitting up straight in the chair. After a moment of thought, she asked, "First, tell me, what exactly does the Diaz family owe you? Why are you so sure that when I return with you, they won't come after me?"
Capone adjusted his breathing, seemingly surprised by her question at this moment. "Why ask this now?"
Sophia lowered her head. "If even my own family no longer wants me, then what's the point of having a baby?"
"They haven't abandoned you!" Capone squeezed her hand tightly, the pressure so intense that it hurt her. "I just took it upon myself to make you choose between them and me!"
Sophia was surprised by his words, feeling like this was a form of confession.
"Why say that?"
Capone smiled. "Isn't it obvious? If I gave you the choice right now, would you go home or stay with me?"
Sophia's fingers twisted the hem of her sleepwear, silent. Could she choose both? Why did love and home have to become two opposing sides?
"Sophy, there are some things I promised others I wouldn't speak about for now, but I have to keep my word! I can only tell you that I saved someone on behalf of your family. You're smart, so one day you'll figure out what's really going on. But for now, I'm not an enemy of your family!"
Sophia nodded. His words made sense, and she trusted him. When she heard about saving someone, a small jolt ran through her, like a sudden realization, but she didn't dare to confirm it, so she didn't press further.
"By the way… winter, are you still having him kill people?" she asked, noticing the complexity that flashed in Capone's eyes.
"Is that why you were so cold to him today?" Capone wasn't a fool. He noticed her blunt attitude toward Winter, and with a sigh, he said, "Stop overthinking. Since my dad passed, Winter hasn't been a professional hitman anymore. The world after being 'cleaned up' is different, and it's more exciting. If you want someone dead, there are thousands of ways to do it, you don't need to send someone to kill them! Winter has his own business and doesn't come back often, so you won't see him around much!"
Does that mean that now, whenever he comes to Mesha Island, it's just to deal with Cronus, forcing him to give up his shares and board seats, completely retreating from the Franklin family's business, torturing him enough before finding one of those thousand ways to
She wanted a guarantee from him.
Capone thought she was still feeling guilty over how things were handled with Penny on the gambling ship. He gently ran his fingers through the long hair on her shoulder and said, "Some people in this world truly deserve what they get. Don't feel sorry for them! I don't want to kill anyone, but sometimes, if you don't fight back, you're the one who ends up dead!"
Sophia hesitated and asked, "What if that person no longer poses a threat?"
Capone pressed his forehead, clearly impatient. This girl was still too naive, too idealistic about human nature. People who pose no threat don't even catch their attention. They don't bother dealing with them, much less taking their lives. But if someone was once their enemy, it meant they had some ability to oppose them. Even a dying insect can still be dangerous—there's no such thing as someone who poses no threat.
With a hint of impatience, he reached out to embrace her. "What's with all these thoughts today? It's getting late. Let's get some rest."
Surrounded by his warmth, Sophia looked up quickly and asked her final question, "Dr. Cronus… what have you done to him?"
Capone carried her to the bed, but when he heard her question, he paused. Sophia nervously grabbed onto his shirt.
He didn't answer her, silently carrying her to the soft bed, where he laid her down. His hand slipped inside her sleepwear, pulling away the bath towel she had wrapped around her chest. He began caressing her soft skin, his hand tracing down her smooth body, eventually discarding the towel and leaving her sleepwear loosely open, revealing her beautiful, fair skin.
He lowered his head and gently sucked on one of her breasts, pulling lightly, his lips and tongue teasing her like savoring a soft, sweet candy. His other hand stroked the other side, molding it into different shapes, distracting her.
Sophia gasped from his sudden onslaught, tilting her head back as she took a deep breath, trying to suppress the soft moan that followed.
"You still haven't answered my question… ah…" Her mind wasn't completely lost, but as soon as she spoke, her breaths were erratic, and the shameful sound slipped from her throat, out of her control.
Capone increased the pressure with his hands and lips. After hearing her moan, he raised his head, looking at her with a seductive smile. "Saying another man's name in my bed is a big taboo! Do you think I'm not trying hard enough?"
Sophia, embarrassed and angry, kicked her legs. "This isn't your bed, it's mine!"
"Whatever's yours is mine. No difference!"
'Of course there's a difference!' Sophia inclined her head to avoid, his lips did not cover her lips, but landed on her cheeks, gently moved down, is her sensitive neck, fine nibbling micro-pain is like being lit on fire, quickly with the blood to run to all parts of the body, 'You ... you do not answer my question, is not respect me, then don't come to my bed!'
She is actually anxious, do not know what reason to use, buckle hat is a little big, Capone was really enraged, originally in her body between the grass patiently rattling stamen leaf fingers abruptly broke into the depths of her tight, the thumb also cut open the slit straight pressed on the line of slippery pearl, Sophia was stimulated by violently tighten the body, he did not care about pulling the finger, the depths of the tight clustering of the soft flesh can not help but pain, Sophia frowned and said, 'You're not answering my question, is not respecting me, then do not come to my bed! Pain, Sophia frowned and cried out, 'It hurts ...'
'You know it hurts too?' Capone's fingers intensified and stabbed deeper, then withdrew completely to the entrance, then went deeper ...The emptiness inside Sophia and the itchy pain that she couldn't scratch felt like a black hole that had been stretched infinitely wide, and wriggled her waist with impatience, intending to squeeze him out, but who would have thought that it would swallow him in deeper.
The clear light in Capone's eyes dimmed all at once, his body aching with patience and his chest tightening, not wanting to hold back or answer any more of her questions, the pain only pulling up those predatory elements in his blood, hating the idea of being able to rub the entirety of her into his body and hear her little mouth call him nothing but his name.