Capone yanked on Sophia's collar, pulling her up, swiftly tearing off her soaked hoodie, then pinned her down by her neck, slamming her head against the floor.
Sophia felt a ringing in her ears, the entire world seemed to be swaying, and her headache made it hard to see clearly.
Her already cold and wet skin was exposed to the air, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. But Capone didn't stop, his hand moving to the buckle of her jeans.
"Don't! What are you doing? Let me go!"
Sophia cried out, lying on the carpet, her legs pinned down by him. She could only use her hands to try and hit and pry his grip, but the difference in strength made her efforts futile.
As her pants were removed, his hand slipped along the edge of her cotton underwear, his agile fingers moving quickly and ruthlessly inside her body.
"Mmm~" She moaned in pain, her body instinctively clenching around his invading fingers.
"So tight, just like this! Warm…"
Capone laughed with a touch of maliciousness, his fingers thrusting in and out without any regard for her body's dryness and lack of lubrication.
"Capone! Capone... let go of me, it hurts! No!"
Sophia was unable to close her legs, her body displayed in a humiliating position.
In pain, she arched her back slightly, her full chest forming a beautiful curve, with her wet lingerie clinging to her skin. Capone withdrew his fingers, which had caused a storm inside her, and then tore her lingerie, tossing it aside, and began to roughly manipulate her soft, pale skin with his palm.
Her softness was exceptionally appealing, rounded but not exaggerated, just enough for him to grasp with one hand. The tips were a true cherry pink, becoming a deep red when sensitive.
He had never complimented her beauty, and at this moment, he deliberately twisted those beautiful curves. She bit her lip in pain, seemingly understanding that pleading would not make him relent.
"What's this? Can't you handle a little pain? With you like this, how are you supposed to attract a man? Lucas, who mingles with women in the flowers, has seen all kinds of women. If you, a sharp little wildcat, were placed in front of him, he might not even spare you a glance. Why should he live and die for you, help you escape from me, hmm?"
"What are you saying! Ah~"
Without warning, Capone entered her deeply. With insufficient lubrication, Sophia gasped in pain, her eyes wet, almost on the verge of crying out.
She couldn't understand why he said such things. She hadn't sought refuge with Lucas; the two of them had merely met by chance at the docks and then boarded the ship with her. If Capone hadn't appeared, she might have been taken to Lucas, but that wasn't her intention!
She wanted to escape from him, but she had never intended to do so by seeking Lucas's help. He was misinterpreting her actions!
She shook her head, trying to speak, but Capone's lips silenced her. He kissed her insistently, passionately, biting her tongue with such force that it left her tingling. Her lips might have been cut, and she could taste the tang of blood.
Her hair was disheveled and spread out, damp and sprawled over the light-colored carpet, resembling an ink wash painting. With each thrust, her body swayed, the metaphorical painting of mountains and waters shattered, her wet hair sticking to her face. He pushed it aside and whispered into her ear, "I originally planned to strip you of your defenses or break your limbs and tie you up in this house until your father and brother come to ransom you. But now, I've changed my mind. Sending you to Lucas to play with is a good idea; after all, I'm tired of you!"
"You despicable man! You... you have no right to..." Sophia's words were cut short by his movements. She was angry and frightened. He was nothing more than a criminal who limited her freedom to exchange her for profit. What right did he have to decide who she should be given to?
Her eyes widened in shock as her body tensed up. The tight, moist softness of her body clung to him, causing him to shiver slightly and his movements to become even more intense.
His eyes were dark and bright, not very large but clear and pure. The corners of his eyes tilted slightly upward. When he smiled, he had a somewhat seductive charm. Yet, this handsome man was capable of committing the cruelest acts!
"Afraid?" he chuckled. "Don't be. With my personal training, you'll soon learn how to enjoy yourself and please others. If you can win Lucas's favor, he'll believe in our sincerity. Maybe the matter will be resolved without any conflict!"
"No—"
He ignored her pain, attacking her most sensitive and tender areas with increasing brutality. Her beautiful back and hair brushed against the carpet, making a rhythmic rustling sound. She shrank back but was pulled forcefully, and his hardness penetrated deeper,
causing Sophia to involuntarily emit a soft cry. His excitement grew with the sound, and he pressed into her delicate depths, panting, "Scream out loud, the louder the better! I like to hear it! All men do, remember that!"
Sophia turned her head away in shame and anger, but Capone didn't force her; instead, he lifted her delicate white legs to his shoulders, moving at a deliberate pace that stretched her to her limits.
Sophia couldn't help but make sounds of distress, her legs trembling and lacking strength.
Capone then turned her onto her stomach, positioning her on the floor. He entered her effortlessly from behind, his lower abdomen pressing against her. He enjoyed the feeling of complete domination from this angle, though she always resisted his attempts.
Now, with her neck held down and her face against the carpet, she was in an extremely uncomfortable position, unable to move, completely stripped of dignity.
Sophia felt a chill, a coldness that made her scalp tingle. She couldn't move or escape, only hoping her soul could leave her body and forget such humiliation!
Capone seemed unsatisfied and lifted her to kneel at the edge of the bed. Holding onto the bedframe, her body formed an elegant curve as she braced for his invasion. His arm wrapped around her waist, his hand moving down to her slightly cool abdomen, continuing to where her body was damp, gently touching her most sensitive area.
Her delicate skin couldn't handle the rough touch of his fingers. She gasped, trying to pull away but was restrained by his arm.
"Don't like it? This is the most sensitive spot, feel it well!" he pressed on, making her even more sensitive.
"Stop—" Sophia twisted her body vigorously, trying to escape from his grasp.
"Don't like this? How about here?" His fingers traced down her spine and into the cleft of her buttocks, exploring the wetness from earlier, gently pressing and circling.
She was overwhelmed with shame, feeling she might die from it. How could he touch there?
"Maybe Lucas would enjoy this, hmm? Can you handle it? I said I would train you, and you'll experience all of this!"
"Stop it! Capone, you bastard, you pervert! I don't want this, let me go!" His hand continued its probing, and Sophia, feeling as if shocked, kicked back with her elbow into Capone's recently injured ribs. Although it wasn't very painful, it drained his last bit of patience.
He stopped teasing her, threw her onto the bed, and stood over her, using the most direct position to dominate her, forcing her to submit.
Her long, pale legs, even when weakened, wrapped around his waist, creating an intense and consuming sensation.
He lifted her hips forcefully, showing no concern for her comfort. Each movement felt as though he was trying to completely drain her.
He continued to humiliate and remind her—other men might like this or that; she needed to remember and learn about so-called enjoyment and pleasing, because she was soon to be given away!
When he climaxed, Sophia cried out, but Capone ignored her and went to the bathroom.
Hot water cascaded from the shower, washing away the salty sea and the lingering scent of desire from his skin. Aside from the sound of the water, all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart. Closing his eyes, he saw the image of Sophia Diaz jumping from the speedboat into the sea.
She had almost escaped.
She had almost been taken by Lucas's men.
At that moment, she would have been used as leverage against not only the Diaz family but also against him, Capone. They would use her to coerce him!
Indeed, he had initially thought Cronus's suggestion was good—making her fall in love with him, becoming his completely, would make his demands and revenge against the Diaz family more satisfying. However, she had not yet fallen in love and was already almost a pawn used to threaten him.
He hated feeling vulnerable and being used as a bargaining chip.
He dried himself off, wrapped a towel around his waist, and saw that Sophia had wrapped herself in the bedspread, lying on the bed, silent and unmoving.
Capone lay down on the bed and touched her exposed shoulder. She was cold and wet from the sea and sweat, her skin damp and chilled.
"Get up and wash yourself!" he ordered, but she merely opened her eyes to look at him and did not move.
"What is this, passive resistance? Do you think this is enough? I'm not finished; get cleaned up and come back to do what you're supposed to!"
Sophia shuddered, turning her head away and crying out, "Don't touch there, please, don't touch…"