Sophia's hand pressed against his head, feeling his clean, soft hair. She was like someone under a spell, unable to distinguish between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
She moaned softly, her legs unconsciously curling up, allowing him to nestle between them.
This openness usually made her feel vulnerable, but because it was him, it felt different.
It was as if she could completely trust him with herself.
His large hands roamed beneath her, and although he was concerned about her getting cold, he knew the pants had to come off.
He removed them, tossing them to the floor, and pulled a thin blanket over their bodies, trapping their shared heat in a smaller, intimate space.
"You shouldn't do this... uh-huh... we're still arguing..."
Sophia anticipated his long fingers invading her most sensitive spot, but she didn't expect it to happen so suddenly.
She hadn't even taken off her panties; he simply pushed them aside and pressed his hand against her soft petals.
"Shouldn't do what? Do it with our clothes on? Actually, that can be quite exciting."
His fingertips were unsurprisingly slick with her arousal.
Today, for some reason, he had a strong desire to have her while she was still partially clothed.
He increased the pressure with his finger, knowing she might find it overwhelming but would secretly enjoy it.
"No... no..." Sophia shook her head. She had plenty of reasons to resist, but his mischievous fingers were making it impossible to form a coherent sentence.
Her thoughts flowed like water, all directed to her most vulnerable spot, where even the slightest touch made her want to scream.
"Sophy... does this feel good? Do you like it?"
Capone's knuckles rotated skillfully within her, his kisses continuing to fall on the side of her neck, where he knew she was most sensitive.
As usual, Sophia bit her lip and remained silent.
In the past, it was out of shame; now, it was due to shyness.
She didn't want to be completely under his control, but her senses had already surrendered to him.
"Say you like it, Sophy, please... or repeat what you said earlier, hmm?"
He tried every way to coax her, even using tender kisses to draw out her words of love from the depths of her heart.
Capone desperately wanted to hear her say she loved him again, to relive that fluttering sensation in his heart that he couldn't control.
Sophia held her breath, refusing to give in. She feared that even breathing too heavily now might make her involuntarily call his name and confess her feelings. If that happened, she would feel completely exposed, vulnerable like a newborn, and a single word or action from him could hurt her deeply.
"No, I don't want to! To you, I mean... nothing. Ugh... I don't want to hear those hurtful things you say. I don't want to hear them... ahh~" Sophia cried out as Capone's fingers moved in and out faster. Hearing her words, he added another finger, spreading her, making intimate contact with her soft, secret flesh.
"Is that why? Because I hurt you, so you turned to someone else for comfort? Flirting with Mandy right in front of me, using the gift he gave you to provoke me?" His breathing was heavy, laced with both anger and hurt.
"At least... at least he doesn't think I'm childish or ridiculous. At least he gave me the gift with sincerity, unlike you... ah, get out! Stop moving... ugh~"
Without warning, Capone withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his hardness, entering her suddenly. The overwhelming tightness engulfed him, making him tremble, and Sophia arched her back, unable to immediately adjust to the fullness inside her.
"I take it back..." Capone withdrew slightly, then thrust in deeply again, his breathing ragged, his gaze intense.
"I take back what I said... the gift was given willingly, and I love this ring. If you don't want it, I'll give you something else!"
Sophia knew that this was his way of apologizing. For a man as arrogant as Capone, it must have taken great effort to admit he was wrong, to openly acknowledge his mistake. But remembering the way he had hurt her, Sophia still felt upset. She turned her head to avoid his kiss.
Capone spread her long, pale legs even wider and gently cupped her face, forcing her to meet his burning gaze. "What are you thinking? Talk to me!"
"I've already told you, but you never listen. You just... bully me... mm~"
Her soft, delicate voice seemed to encourage him, making him move faster. Sophia's moans spilled out from her throat, completely uncontrollable. Her tone, tinged with a bit of that unique Southern charm, made even her complaints sound like sweet coquetry, the perfect aphrodisiac in moments like this.
"Tell me what you're thinking. If you don't say it, how am I supposed to know?" he whispered as he gently bit her lip, coaxing her to speak.
"The ring... I like it too. But I'm not sure how far we can go... I'm afraid... that you only love my body. One day, when you're tired of me, you'll just cast me aside with a gift..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? That day will never come! We will always be together; you are my woman. Have you forgotten?" Capone paused deeply within her, as if wanting her to feel his presence, unsure of what to say to make her believe.
He couldn't even provide her with a basic sense of security!
Sophia bitterly tugged at the corners of her lips. "But isn't it true that no couple truly in love behaves like we do? It feels like everything we do is just a form of exchange!"
Capone took a deep breath and looked at her intently. His hand caressed her cheek, feeling her damp hair. He lowered his head and nudged her chin with his nose, then lowered his gaze as if making a great resolution. He raised his eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately, "From today on, I will no longer use you as a means to exchange interests. Everything the Diaz family can offer, I will trade for something else! You are no longer a hostage; from now on, you are just my woman, and that is your only identity!"
He felt a pain that twisted him, yet also a lightness of release, as if he had finally laid down a heavy burden he had carried for too long. From now on, only this slender, graceful person before him would be the sweet weight on his shoulders.
Sophia's shock was shattered by his wild thrusts. She barely managed to ask, "What?" before feeling a powerful surge that seemed to lift her whole being.
Smooth, warm, and forceful—whether from him or her sweat, it became a feast shared between them!
"Do you want more, Sophy? I want to give you more, so much more. Do you want it?"
He unleashed to the extreme, moving rapidly and powerfully, kisses raining down like droplets, holding her tightly in his embrace.
"Mm… slower, Capone… please~" Sophia tilted her head back, closing her eyes, afraid to look at him.
"What do you want, Sophy? Tell me you want it. Say you want me!"
Sophia also knew that sometimes enduring didn't necessarily mean she could hold back, especially when he was tormenting her most tender parts in his strongest way. The seemingly monotonous rhythm of their movements filled her mind with bursts of white light, and she wasn't quite sure what she said or how it came out.
Seeing his smug smile and the way he possessed her so thoroughly, leaving no gaps, made her realize she had fulfilled his wish.
So shameful, yet his lingering kisses, compensatory and rewarding, pulled her into a new whirlpool.
What had he just said?
Had he said he wouldn't use her to exchange interests with his parents and brothers?
Had he said she would no longer be treated as a bargaining chip but rather as a flesh-and-blood person?
Are you saying he can send her home to reunite with her family?"
She didn't dare to ask, fearing she had misheard his promise, afraid that the hope she saw before her was just a colorful soap bubble that would burst at a poke.
But a strange sweetness surged within her, mixed with a hint of bitterness, an indescribable feeling that intertwined her with him.
"What are you feeling right now?" His voice was hoarse, with an implied meaning, fully aware that she was nearing her limit, yet he deliberately pressed against the most sensitive red pearl at the center of her flower.
"You... How can you be like this? Men should pursue girls! You just… undress me and take advantage of me like this!"
Capone smiled, gripping her waist, securing her delicate body as he thrust forward.
"Once I've had enough of you, then I'll pursue you after today!"
"What a rogue!"
Capone merely smiled in response and leaned down to kiss her. He noticed that since this girl had come into his life, his emotions had fluctuated greatly. He smiled more often; sometimes just hearing her speak would lift his spirits, sometimes just quietly watching her, and sometimes simply inhaling her fragrance would cause his lips to curve upwards involuntarily.
When the peak of passion came, it indeed hit especially hard. Capone let out a low sigh as he pressed her pale, slender legs down to her chest, releasing all his pent-up energy.
Sophia tilted her head back, her voice slightly hoarse, reaching a high point before gradually falling back, like the tide—gentle yet surging, never retreating, always softly embracing and soothing until both of them calmed down.