Capone was still pressing against her, refusing to pull out of her body as usual. He embraced her, teasing her with kisses and sweet nothings that made her blush and her heart race, their pinkies entwined, the shimmering rings clinking together, reminiscent of the intimate embrace when they first saw them.
"This ring is not allowed to be taken off, understand?" Capone ordered domineeringly, looking down at their interlocked fingers.
"Hmph, you'll be the one to take it off first!"
"Unless someone has the ability to cut off my finger, I can bet you that..."
"Hey, what are you talking about!" Sophia disliked his words about harming himself, even if it was just a hypothetical situation.
Capone pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it, gradually feeling a familiar sensation, a tingling deep within his bones, wanting to engulf her completely.
Is a woman really just a rib taken from a man?
His assertiveness began to resurface as he pulled her up to sit face to face, embracing her, their clothes loosely falling down. He simply stripped off his clothes, tossing them onto the floor with a flourish. Finally, they were bare and facing each other, with no barriers between them.
They had done this before, but today, embracing face to face, with their most intimate places pressed together, Sophia was too shy to look at Capone directly.
Capone pinched her delicate chin between two fingers, making her turn her face up to look at him, his body wickedly pressing in deeper. "Don't you want to know what terms I'm going to use to replace you in the deal with the Diaz family?"
Sophia tilted her head slightly in confusion, "What is it?"
Capone glanced at the document he had just thrown aside. "Do you know what that document is about?"
Sophia shook her head.
"It tells a story: five years ago, there was a female college student whose father was accused of embezzlement. To clear her father's name, she met a prosecutor and fell in love with him. But at that time, the prosecutor had a girlfriend, who was also a senior in her department. So, the goddess had feelings, but the prince was indifferent. Until one day, they woke up to find themselves lying in the same bed. Soon, this senior's work for a designer competition was accused of being plagiarized from the female college student, ruining her future and causing her to break up with her boyfriend. With her youthful beauty, she married a big shot from the underworld!"
Sophia was startled. "You're talking about my cousin and cousin-in-law; that senior is Catherine!"
"Exactly!" Capone lightly licked and kissed her lips. "The big shot that Catherine married is my father, Henry. She became my stepmother and used my dad's connections and his underlings who know the dirty game to frame your sister-in-law, Fiona, and put her in prison. Moreover... she suffered greatly in there and almost lost her life! That document is evidence of her actions, and your cousin, Henry diaz, along with Matthew, is currently being troubled by this woman. Henry diaz is actively searching for evidence and ways to clear your sister-in-law's name. Do you think this document could be a great help to them?"
"Is it true? Henry will be over the moon, and Fiona will finally be exonerated!" Sophia was filled with joy and started to get up. "I want to see this document!"
Capone pressed down on her lower back, bringing back the warmth she had just pulled away. He didn't want to leave her warmth for even a moment.
"Why the hurry? This thing is in my hands, so it won't get lost! Your current task is to make me feel good and happy, and I'll satisfy you well. You don't need to worry about anything else!"
"But..."
"No buts!" Capone interrupted her domineeringly, gently rubbing his finger against her soft lips. "Since I've mentioned it, I won't lie to you! The original head of the Diaz family was your uncle. He stepped down, and the baton should have been passed to your cousin, Henry diaz. But he preferred to indulge in the legal system, which is why your two brothers are managing things! This matter with Catherine concerns your cousin's happiness for the rest of his life. He will definitely persuade your uncle to exchange reasonable terms! Frankly speaking, the conditions I offer will only cause the Diaz family to lose a bit of profit, without shaking their foundation. They will definitely agree!"
Sophia pouted. She really didn't like the deceitful nature of business; it seemed too cruel to trade feelings and lives.
But since Capone said so, she didn't have better conditions or methods.
"What about your revenge? Aren't you going to take it? What enmity does our Diaz family have with you?"
She asked carefully, but Capone's expression darkened instantly.
"Don't ask so much; when the time comes, you will naturally know!"
Sophia felt unhappy, the light in her eyes dimming, and her body seemed to cool a bit. "Why are you so unwilling to let me know more about you?"
They had been together for so many days, yet there were many things he kept shrouded in secrecy, unwilling to tell her. She had to learn about them from others or find out by accident.
The feud with the Diaz family was the main reason she had been brought here, and even though they had developed feelings for each other, her inability to understand the causes and effects behind the events left her feeling insecure.
Who could guarantee that the hatred put down wouldn't be picked up again?
"I know enough about you..." Capone's pupils were filled with a lustful haze as he drunkenly gazed at Sophia's beauty. He kissed her fingers, not missing a single joint, licking and kissing each one delicately, especially the pinky adorned with the ring, as if he wanted to swallow it whole.
"You... stop that, you're acting like a child!" Sophia pushed him away, but he pulled her in tighter, slowly moving beneath her, his hands guiding her waist in a rhythmic motion.
"Because you're sweet, like you've been soaked in honey, with a hint of creamy fragrance!"
"That's not true, you're just talking nonsense!" Sophia said, a bit bashful. She always washed her hands well after making pastries.
"Who knows? Maybe you've made too many cakes, and all that cream frosting has seeped into your skin and bones, making you smell sweet all over—it's just that you don't notice it!"
Capone's voice was a bit unsteady as he faced her, sitting on him. The exquisite curves of her body were so vivid that his lips unconsciously lingered on her neck and full chest, his breath growing heavier. The sensation below him swelled intensely, tempted by her alluring warmth, urging him deeper inside her, all his strength used to embrace her, to invade her.
"Then you must really dislike me; didn't you say you hate pastries the most?"
Sophia's big eyes sparkled as she looked at him, wet and innocent like a little animal. With such eyes and such a soul, how could anyone dislike her?
Seeing him silent, she realized she had touched on his hidden pain and felt a pang of sympathy. She didn't want to press him too hard.
"It's okay, you can't force yourself to like things you don't enjoy! For example, I really dislike bitter melon and green peppers. Even though everyone says they're good for clearing heat and rich in vitamins, I can't stand the taste! I'll learn to cook more with Diana and Lucy, and also steaks—they say you love that!"
Capone held her, quietly listening to her, his hand resting on her waist and back, wishing he could completely melt the soft, warm skin beneath his palm. He moved faster beneath her, pushing through more layers of tenderness, providing both of them with more comfort.
He didn't know how to express his feelings. The affection was so deep that he wanted to hold her like this every day and listen to her say these things...
Is this love?
"Really?"
"I don't dislike cake; it's just that... my mom used to make it for me often!"
The dam in his heart seemed to have cracked open, allowing a torrent of long-accumulated memories to surge forth. He needed this outlet, but he never imagined that the one to open it would be Sophia Diaz.
Sophia listened quietly, even making slight, inviting movements with her body, twisting her waist gently, kissing him, drawing him closer, encouraging him to pour out the unhappy memories he had kept bottled up inside.
Didn't he know that sharing sorrow would halve the pain, while sharing joy would double the happiness?
He kept everything locked inside, with sorrow flowing like a river, and joy dwindling away, until he lost all hope for life, left only with thoughts of revenge and a desire to assert his strength.
But Capone no longer spoke; he firmly embraced her waist, thrusting deeply and steadily, kissing her most sensitive red petals and collarbone, his fingers sensually trailing along her spine. Only after giving her the most intense sensations did he finally let go.
It wasn't that he didn't want to communicate with her; it was just that it wasn't the right time.