After so many days at ROYAL, aside from her passionate response that night when he visited her, her reactions remained the same as before. There was no sign of any "training" having an effect.
Yet at this moment, Capone felt a sense of relief. Compared to the deliberate passion and allure she showed that night at ROYAL, he preferred the original Sophia Diaz. Even though she still resisted now, her unwilling and reluctant demeanor was far more acceptable to him than her smoking and flirting.
What he wanted wasn't her obedience like other women, but her willing heart.
Sending her to ROYAL was a mistake. There, she became a different person, trying to please and adapt, with seductive behavior, but she was no longer his Sophia.
"Sophy…" He released her lips, unintentionally murmuring her name. Their hands were still clasped together. He placed her hands on either side of her head, fingers interlocked, gently caressing her hands.
"Don't be afraid, it's all over! I promise this won't happen again. Lucas… or any other man won't dare to treat you like this!"
He knew she had been anxious these past few days and saw that she was still crying at this moment. This incident had deeply hurt her, and he felt he needed to explain.
But he rarely softened towards anyone, and he wasn't sure how to express himself properly.
His original intention was simply to make her stay by his side and not try to escape. With Lucas here, he had to focus on dealing with him and couldn't watch over her all the time. ROYAL was his territory, and with so many people watching her, escaping wouldn't be easy. It wouldn't be like the last time on the speedboat when Lucas's men took her away, which would only complicate things further.
He also wanted to give her a little lesson so she would behave better, like the other women who understood how to please men. But he forgot that she was not like those women. She never had been.
He had considered letting her meet Lucas, to be by his side and witness their confrontations in the business world. Lucas was not someone she could influence or control with a few words. If she fell into his hands, her life would be even more difficult than it was now.
He had never anticipated the scene in the hotel room, nor did he expect Lucas to arrive at ROYAL early and be aware that Sophia was there, creating a significant timing issue and making a fool of him.
Yes, he had forgotten that among their group there was a traitor. It must have been this traitor who informed Lucas that Sophia had been sent to ROYAL and that she had special significance to Capone.
Sophia remained silent, tears continuously rolling down her cheeks. Capone kissed them away, one by one, and then pulled the blanket over their bodies.
Her cold temperature had little warmth, while his body grew warm with the intimacy.
Under the blanket, he unfastened her nightgown, his hand tracing the full curves of her chest up to her shoulders. He removed her clothing and drew her into his embrace, his scorching kisses marking her first on her lips, then her jaw, and finally his hot breath gathering at her ear. He placed his hand on her back, gently patting and soothing her as one would a child. "Have you been having nightmares these past few nights? What are you so afraid of in your dreams? Didn't I tell you it's not real, just illusions?"
Sophia sneered, a chill rising from her core and spreading through her limbs, making it impossible for her to warm up.
Illusions? Was it an illusion when he shattered her innocence and sent her to a brothel to be abused? Was it an illusion when he watched her suffer and struggle under other men? What is real? Going home? Hadn't he warned her that was a fantasy?
Sophia endured his kisses numbly. Yes, numbly. She still desperately wanted to break free from his hold, to kick and hit him, just like when she was first brought back, to scratch his face with her nails. But every time, she was the one at a disadvantage. He used several times her strength to subdue her resistance, leaving bruises on her body and even forcibly entering her before she was sufficiently aroused, the fiery, swollen pain making her wish she were dead.
In the end, he could still send her to a place like ROYAL, and trample her into the mud.
Capone's hot, wet kisses had traveled from her jawline and neck down to her soft, creamy skin, leaving faint, shiny traces on her pale flesh. He detected her subtle, unique scent, which he initially thought was a trick of his senses. He buried his nose deeper into the cleft of her body and confirmed that it was indeed her distinctive fragrance, which he had missed for several days.
He didn't care for cream pastries, but he adored her scent, irresistibly drawn to it like a greedy child savoring two sweet, soft mounds and the red buds on the peaks, reluctant to let go once tasted.
But she was too quiet. If not for the rise and fall of her chest, he might have thought she was lifeless.
He couldn't let her go, so he deliberately lingered on her sensitive areas. Perhaps his sucking was too intense, as Sophia let out a sound—a muted, uncontrollable moan that reminded him of the pipa performance he had once heard in Suzhou, like the clear, cascading sound of beads falling on a jade plate.
He let out a deep breath, his body tightening further. His kisses wound downward, circling her flat abdomen, and seemed to be heading further south.
"No…" Sophia's hands were still clasped in his, but they happened to touch his shoulders, and she pushed against him, clearly resisting.
Capone chuckled softly, placing a kiss at the base of her legs before returning to her beautifully contoured collarbone. He lightly bit and ran his tongue over the delicate skin. Not satisfied, he turned her over, making her lie face down on the bed. Now she couldn't see him, making it easier for him to do as he pleased.
Her hair seemed to have grown a little since she first arrived. He parted her curly locks to reveal the smooth, sensitive skin of her neck. The soft, downy strands brushed against his face, tickling him. His kisses grew more fervent, and he released one of her hands to trace the curves of her body.
It was at this moment that he noticed the scar—a long, diagonal line starting from her shoulder and stretching across her entire back to her other side near the waist.
The bleeding had long since stopped, and the scab had fallen off. The new skin was lighter in color, slightly raised, and the healing was uneven and twisted.
If not treated specifically, this hideous scar might stay with her for a lifetime.
"Find a plastic surgery clinic to get rid of this scar in the future!"
Capone spoke in a husky voice as he kissed the scar. Every inch of a girl's skin is precious and should be smooth and delicate. Leaving such a scar is a regret.
Luckily, she couldn't see it herself; otherwise, she would have cried again.
Sophia remained silent. The scar itched; the newly grown skin was more sensitive, and his lips and tongue brushing over it made a tingling sensation spread through her body. Her hands were free now, clutching the bed sheets tightly, trying to endure it.
She had seen the scar in the mirror while showering. It was long and unsightly, like a torn piece that had been roughly stitched back together.
Originally, the feeling wasn't so intense, but after the events at ROYAL, she felt shattered inside and out.
He found the scar unsightly. Even if it were removed, could the pain ever truly be erased?
Capone's kisses had now moved to her waist. Her muscles tensed, and she shifted uncomfortably. Sensing that this was a sensitive area for her, Capone's hand slipped between her body and the bed, pressing gently against her lower abdomen, lifting her slightly. His kisses fell like raindrops, and his hand moved up to her soft, full breasts, cupping them entirely, struggling to hold them all in his palm.
"Sophy, I'm coming in!" His body was completely pressed against hers, just the last bit short of the most intimate distance in the world.
He was restrained tonight, not taking it forcefully and roughly, feeling her humidity in his tentative moments, his body screaming and aching, unable to hold back any more, squeezing her peach-like buttocks apart and plunging himself into the depths of her peach.
Sophia's delicate body tensed abruptly, but he sighed out tersely in comfort. He lay prone on top of her, afraid to squeeze her uncomfortably, propping himself up on his elbows and simply holding her in his arms in a false embrace.
His body slowly sank underneath, not as aggressively as in the past when the dragon was in the water, but switched to a dull, slow rhythm, feeling her gradually adjusting to it, no longer wrapping around him so tightly before going faster, and with each stroke it was as if she was becoming more silky and deeper and more ethereal.
It had only been a few days since he'd touched her, and he'd been able to experience such great pleasure!
He pulled her sitting up on her knees, her back pressed against his chest, such a posture allowed him to go in deeper, his palm was still pressed against the small of her back, when he moved he could even feel a bulge there, it was simply ambiguous to the point of making people crazy!
His panting became deeper and deeper, his chin resting at the nest of her shoulder, kissing her cheek, then her neck, and finally her earlobe, vaguely calling out her name, his hand moved down with some bad intentions, his hand was full of sweat, and he couldn't tell if it belonged to him or her, it was just slippery and greasy, making it easy for him to slide his long fingers between her stamen leaves and rub and caress them with respect to her watery moistness.
The stimulation was too strong, and with his other hand still kneading and squeezing her breasts and holding her in his arms, she could only bear the pleasure and pain of such stimulation.
There was no denying that he was very skillful and didn't make her bleed in pain when he genuinely wanted to give her pleasure, but doing this with him was torture in itself.
Especially when he finally slammed into her body extremely fast and hard, messing up her breathing and forcing her to climb to the top with him, she felt ashamed and helpless as he unleashed himself inside her, burning so hot that she almost shivered.
It was clear that she hated him, hated him, but her body was enjoying the pleasure he brought.