"Hold me tight… tighter!"
At the very end, he felt a tingling sensation where her delicate toes rubbed against him, every muscle in his body tense. He pushed himself deep inside her, releasing himself completely at that delicate entrance!
Their bodies were pressed together without a sliver of space, their chests heaving violently. Sophia leaned back, overwhelmed by the immense pleasure, supported by his large hand. Their lips met again, lingering for a while before slowly trailing down to her neck, gently kissing the fragrant sweat on her pale skin, wanting to prolong the exhilarating moment just a bit longer.
Capone picked Sophia up from the windowsill, hastily wrapped a piece of clothing around her, and walked outside. Sophia was startled, burying her face in his chest. "What are you doing? I'm not wearing any clothes!"
"What's there to fear? It's just you and me here!"
The guards were all around the house, and they wouldn't dare enter without his command or in case of an emergency.
He took her to his bedroom next door, and she knew he wasn't satisfied yet. He sat on the bed with her in his arms, kissing and nuzzling her, igniting feelings as he pressed her into the soft bed, then charged in from behind and took her fiercely once more.
If you want to talk about intensity, his force was not greater than before; he was even a bit more patient, always giving her enough time to adjust and get wet, stirring her until she was overwhelmed by passion before he deeply united with her. It felt like a carnival of the end times, concentrating everything into that brief moment, as if there would be no tomorrow.
Moreover, whenever he reached his peak, he would go deep inside her, pressing against her deepest part, planting his fiery seed there, lingering before finally withdrawing, as if he wanted to implant his seed deep within her.
After their passion, he held her close, their heated breaths gradually calming. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her, still embracing her from behind, his hand resting on her flat abdomen, hesitantly asking, "Have you been taking your pills recently?"
The waves of desire had hit too hard, and Sophia felt weak and dazed. Hearing his question jolted her awake.
"I've been taking them consistently. Is there a problem?" Was he worried about her getting pregnant?
"No, there's no problem. Just sleep now!"
His tone became cold and hard again, and even he wasn't sure what he was actually hoping for.
The bond between them, aside from confinement, harm, and hatred, could only be maintained in such a way?
Sophia fell asleep in his embrace and woke up the next morning still in his arms. It seemed they rarely had such synchronized routines, which made Sophia feel a bit unaccustomed.
After spending some time getting ready and dressing, she went downstairs to prepare breakfast, only to find that the remaining tiramisu was completely gone.
A wave of disappointment washed over her; it seemed that even something made with care might not be appreciated, and its final fate was still destined for the trash.
But if she were to dig deeper and look into the trash can, she would find that the majority of the tiramisu wasn't there.
Feeling a bit disgruntled, she went about her chores—cooking, laundry, and tidying up the house inside and out. The clothesline was a bit high, and she always had to stand on a small stool to hang the sheets. Just as she stepped up, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, bringing her back down.
Capone helped her straighten out the sheets. It was sunny today, perfect for drying them outside.
Only then did she realize that he hadn't been busy since returning; he would occasionally stay in the study. While she cooked or vacuumed, she often saw him sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee, sometimes glancing in her direction.
When the pasta was ready, he would eat with her. If she took a nap in the afternoon, she would wake up to find a thin blanket covering her.
At night, he was still as ruthless as ever, putting her in compromising positions, whispering words that made her blush, possessing her and forcing her to experience that overwhelming pleasure that could engulf her.
These days passed swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, three days had gone by. They managed to maintain a semblance of peace, but whenever Sophia repeatedly questioned Capone about Mandy's whereabouts, he would get angry, sulking and ignoring her, even saying hurtful things to blame her.
"I told you he's dead. Why don't you believe me?"
Sophia shook her head. "I don't believe you would do something like that!" She couldn't believe he would be so cruel.
In the end, Capone seemed annoyed and didn't say much more to her. On the fourth morning, he coldly tossed her a thick coat. "Put on some clothes and come with me!"
"Where are we going?"
Sophia was quite surprised; she hadn't expected him to suddenly be so forthcoming, and she couldn't imagine where he would take her.
He drove a small boat himself, taking her along the waterway. At first, she thought they were heading to the port area, and perhaps Mandy was at a place like the ROYAL, which made her feel anxious, even wanting to tell him to stop.
However, she soon realized they were going in the opposite direction, deeper into the sea, eventually docking at another small island.
She now knew that the island they had previously stayed on was called Meisha, and this one, according to Capone, was called Dayan Field. As the name suggested, it had once been a salt pan that was later abandoned.
Sophia felt a bit curious about why Capone was so willing to share everything with her now; he had never explained anything to her before when he was up to something.
It was evident that the environment on this island was much worse than Meisha, with nearby waters filled with reefs.
"If someone isn't familiar with this sea area, it's difficult for a boat to dock!" Capone said as he stopped the boat, leaving a small distance between the vessel and the ground. They had to wade through the water to get there.
Capone rolled up his pants, lifted Sophia onto his back, and carried her down.
"What are you doing? Put me down! I can walk myself!"
"Don't move around; it's still a ways to wade through, and if you get your clothes wet, you'll catch a cold!"
His movements were too swift, and by the time Sophia realized what was happening, she was already lying on his broad back. Her heart raced wildly, and her face flushed with embarrassment, fortunately, he couldn't see it.
This wasn't the first time he had carried her; the last time was on Nishiyama Island in Meisha when she had sprained her ankle while trying to escape. He had carried her down the mountain then. She couldn't quite remember what her feelings had been like at that time, but now her emotions were complicated. There seemed to be an indescribable subtlety between them, as if something had changed.
The winter sea was bone-chilling, yet Capone seemed unfazed as he walked steadily forward, his pants rolled up to his knees, but still splashed with seawater.
"Capone…"
"What is it?"
"Nothing!" Sophia tightened her arms around his neck; she just wanted to call his name.
"Hmm, we'll be there soon!" Capone adjusted her position on his shoulder, feeling her warm breath brush against his ear.
Perhaps, this would be the last time he carried her!
"Remember to wear shoes in the future. On this kind of muddy shore, you can easily get your feet cut by sharp stones and shells if you're not careful!"
"Okay!"
They seemed to be deliberately looking for topics to talk about, otherwise, it would become eerily silent—this kind of situation had never seemed to happen before.
In a sheltered spot on the beach stood a small building; it couldn't be called a villa, as it was far inferior to the two on Meisha Island. It was low and squat, with severely weathered outer walls that were peeling. It had two stories and no fancy features.
Capone set her down, and as Sophia walked toward the building, she heard barking before she reached the door. A few steps further, a well-trained German Shepherd was fiercely leaping on the other side of the iron gate, barking loudly against it.
Sophia's face turned pale, and she stopped in her tracks, unable to move forward, anxiously looking back at Capone.
Capone sneered, "Is that all the courage you have? Your beloved is inside, and he might have been torn to pieces by that vicious dog. Shouldn't you rush in without hesitation to save him?"