His deep thrusts made Sophia desperately need an outlet. She gasped, "I miss you, I miss it so much!" Feeling the throbbing excitement within him, she continued, "I want to go home, I want you to let me go home! I want to go home!"
These were not forbidden words; from the moment she came to be with him, she had always been saying she wanted to go home. But at this moment, it seemed to touch a part of Capone's heart he most wanted to avoid. He suddenly increased his pace, forcefully pushing himself into her, withdrawing and then pushing in again, as if he wanted to merge his entire body with hers.
For some reason, the bite marks on his shoulders and neck now began to hurt, turning from a dull ache to a searing pain, as if the bite had struck a vulnerable spot in his heart rather than just the surface of his flesh. He held her fingers tightly, their bodies entwined, and his lips found hers again, their flavors mingling. The creamy sweetness he once described was now to her a mix of passion, shame, and a forbidden pleasure she never expected to experience.
She thought that if Capone were to be punished in hell one day, she wouldn't escape either.
"Want to go home, huh?" His lips curled coldly. "I'll let you go home, I will! Maybe when I come back from this trip, it will be the moment we both get what we wish for! You've been waiting for this day for a long time, haven't you? You thought going home would be something wonderful, with flowers and red carpets waiting for you, didn't you? You thought you'd still be that princess? Let me tell you, don't be delusional. Your life after going home will be a hundred times worse than staying with me!"
"No! No matter what, it won't be worse than now! I may not be a princess, but you're still a devil! I don't want to be with a devil, not for a day, a minute, or a second! I can't stand it! Either you never come back, or when you do, you let me go home. A promise-breaker is a turtle!"
Sophia's body still trembled slightly, but not from sensory pleasure. It was from the emotional floodgates breaking. The warmth she had just felt seemed to freeze again; the warmth was merely an illusion. She faced him, waiting for the storm of his fury.
"Want to go home? Fine, please me, make me happy!"
He bit out those insincere words, moving faster beneath her, his hips swinging widely, every muscle tensing, the tattoos on his honey-colored chest taking on a more menacing look, stinging Sophia's eyes.
At that moment, Sophia realized she was not a boat on endless waves but rather a drowning person, trying to grab a piece of driftwood but ultimately grasping nothing, with her only fate being swallowed by the whirlpool of the sea.
What was that piece of driftwood? Was it his occasional tenderness, or the chance to finally go home she had always been waiting for?
He never gave anything easily; everything had to be earned through her exchanges.
Capone's hand finally moved to her waist, gripping it so tightly it almost felt like it would break her slender torso.
The ultimate pleasure came with such intensity; he wanted to leave his warmth in her body in this most primal way. He knew she couldn't refuse, but he was disdainful of this method.
Holding her as he gasped for breath, lying beside her, he could only see her stubborn, tear-filled eyes, as if he were a glass of water about to overflow.
The clothes around them were thrown haphazardly, mixed up and scattered. The sheets were crumpled, everything was even more chaotic than before. Capone felt a kind of bewildering confusion in his mind.
He rarely felt this way. From a young age, he had to learn to organize his life meticulously because the environment was so cold and indifferent that a moment's carelessness could cost him his life.
His father could provide for him materially, but he couldn't ensure his safe adulthood. It sounds ironic, but it was the stark truth.
Even after his father's death, the vast family estate was handed down to him with no guardian appointed. Everyone was out for themselves, eager to carve up the biggest piece of the cake he held.
The cleansing process began during his father's time and was only nearly complete when it came to him. There had always been opposition—old-timers who once fought the world together with his father had long gotten used to shady dealings, driven by lucrative profits and the prestige of Diaz. They cared nothing for long-term development!
Even if they didn't openly oppose him, many worked against him covertly. So he always knew about their duplicity. With them around, the whole organization operated like a structure built on rusty gears, never knowing if the next moment it would stop or continue.
Tomorrow, he would first meet with Directors Sun and Li, who, in terms of seniority, he should call uncles. Behind the scenes, they might see him as nothing more than a wolf cub deserving of skinning and abandoning in the wilderness. He had always been at odds with the old-timers. Even those who seemed neutral could turn against him at any moment. Increasing shares and replacing all the board members would be a much cleaner solution.
However, increasing shares required external assistance, and the Diaz family was the best choice. They owed him, and money couldn't repay it. Moreover, Matthew Diaz of the Diaz family had originally wanted to swallow his IDGM capital and ally with outsiders to attack him!
With the Diaz family's precious youngest daughter in his hands, he knew that even if there was deep-seated enmity, revenge would one day be achieved. He was not afraid they would refuse his conditions.
Now, Matthew and Alexander Diaz, who were negotiating with him, had almost agreed to all his terms. Initially, there was some hesitation, but after his sister's disappearance for nearly half a year, their patience had worn thin.
Imagine not knowing the current condition of the sister, not knowing how she was doing; it would make them feel as if she was suffering every day. Just the thought alone could be agonizing for flesh and blood!
His goal had been achieved; releasing her had become an urgent matter.
But now, he realized this was the most difficult task.
He didn't want to let her go. He would rather the Diaz family never agreed to his conditions and keep this girl by his side for a lifetime.
He didn't dare to ponder why he had such a thought. For someone like him, a lifetime might be sixty years, ten years, or just the span from today to tomorrow.
Arguing and making a fuss with this beautiful girl had given him many profound experiences he had never felt before in his life.
He suddenly wanted to keep her for himself.
So, when he met with Directors Sun and Li tomorrow, he would be as respectful as possible to draw them into his camp. With them on his side, he would hold a majority in the boardroom, and could temporarily avoid relying on external assistance to gain control. He could slowly negotiate with the Diaz family, and Sophia would stay by his side, continuing to be his plaything.
In truth, he wasn't completely confident. He could already foresee how those old-timers might make things difficult for him, but he still wanted to try. The worst-case scenario would be failing to achieve his goal and having to send Sophia Diaz back home when he returned.
Ultimately, he was reluctant and uncertain, which made him call her up to help him pack and then, unable to restrain his burgeoning desire, pin her beneath him.
Although there was underfloor heating in the room, his body cooled down too quickly after the passion. Capone draped his arm over Sophia's waist, pulling her into his embrace. She was as stiff as a rock, unwilling to comply, so he had to pull the nearby blanket over her, wrapping both her and the blanket together in his arms.
Sophia ignored his affection. She threw off the blanket, sat up, and roughly put on some clothes, trying to leave.
"Where are you going?" Capone's voice had turned cold.
"Back to my room!"
Capone grabbed her arm, "You're sleeping here tonight!"
"I don't want to!"
"Is it up to you to decide?"
Capone forcefully pinned her against the wall, his breath hot and close. "Be a good girl and listen. Don't force me to take you again. I can make sure you have a terrible night if you push me, you know!"
His body deliberately pressed against her, and Sophia immediately felt his revived desire, her eyes filled with reproach as she glared at him.
She just couldn't understand why he wouldn't let her go, especially since he was leaving for a long trip the next day.
Or perhaps she should ask, what would it take for him to finally let her go?