Sophia angrily closed her eyes, deliberately staying still and silent, pretending to be asleep while he busied himself behind her.
Capone wasn't annoyed either. He patiently kissed the back of her neck, blowing away the soft strands of her hair. The warmth of his breath brushed her skin, making a flush slowly rise. His hand, which had been resting on her chest, began to toy with the pink-tipped peak, circling around the rosy area, before sliding down from her soft stomach to the delicate area below. His long middle finger expertly ventured into her secret garden, encountering the moisture already gathered there. Satisfied, he smiled, pressing against the tender petals, alternating between light and firm pressure without rushing to enter the source of the nectar.
He didn't believe she could keep pretending to be asleep like this.
Sure enough, Sophia, unable to bear it, squirmed, trying to push his teasing fingers away from between her legs. But the more she wriggled, causing a fine layer of sweat to form on her body, the more audacious his hand became. His finger ventured deeper, brushing the entrance to her secret place, touching the flood of her spring tide. Her attempt to stifle her moans faltered, and a soft cry escaped her lips.
She shifted backward, hoping to push him away, but ended up bumping into his hardness, nestled between his thighs. He let out a low groan, teasing her, "Not sleeping anymore? Moving around like that so restlessly!"
"How can I sleep like this? Ah… Let go… Go back to your room, mm—" she protested.
Capone chuckled, "It's fine. You can sleep; I'll take care of the rest."
Propping himself up, he lay sideways behind her, spreading her legs with his own. His long fingers, no longer restrained, plunged deep into her hidden depths.
Her body was already wet, but not enough. He worried that if she lazily let him have his way later, she might still get hurt, so he wanted to give her more time to adjust.
He knew how wet and lovely she could become, and he'd experienced the overwhelming pleasure of entering her body in such a state of extreme slipperiness and relaxation. So, his fingers tirelessly moved in and out, intimately engaging with every inch of her slick softness, coaxing more honey from within.
Sophia arched her body, unable to bear it, but there was no stopping the familiar pleasure building inside her, growing into a force searching for release
"Capone… mmm…"
She called his name, not even sure why it slipped out so naturally. But to Capone's ears, it was like an aphrodisiac, making every bone and muscle in his body scream for her!
In a swift move, he pressed her down, face down on the bed, her face buried in the soft pillow, her body arranged so that her hips were raised. His thick, rigid desire forced its way into her flowered path, pushing straight to the deepest part of her.
The intense fullness made both of them tense, though only for a moment. Capone quickly adapted and began to move.
"Relax a little, weren't you trying to sleep?" he coaxed her to relax, not forcing her into a kneeling position. With her knees free from strain, she relaxed into him as he covered her back, pushing his desire into her, his hand gently supporting her lower abdomen, warm and tender.
Yet the pleasure of his movements was undiminished, with a strength and speed that was no less than usual.
Sophia didn't need to cooperate, yet she couldn't resist her senses from enjoying the process.
She buried her face in the pillow, desperately trying to suppress those embarrassing sounds. But Capone loved hearing her songbird-like, clear cries, so after thrusting into her from behind for a while, he flipped her over, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him tightly in, and delving deeply once again.
With no cover to hide behind, Sophia's flushed face, glowing red with passion amidst her pale skin, was completely visible to Capone.
"So beautiful, Sophy. Is this what they mean by 'irresistible in every way'?"
His breath came heavy, yet he still teased her with those shamelessly sweet words. Finally, he latched onto the soft white mounds on her chest, like a cake topped with creamy frosting and adorned with red berries, utterly addictive.
She was indeed tastier than any cake, and no matter how much he indulged, he never grew tired of her.
Capone, like a starving wolf, devoured those soft mounds, thoroughly enjoying himself. He even whispered teasingly in her ear, telling her exactly where he planned to feast next, describing how soft and sweet she was, like she might melt at any moment. Sophia, hearing this, was flushed with embarrassment, her heart racing, and her body responding ever more sensitively, tightening and moving in rhythm with him. The intensity drove Capone to quicken his pace, climbing toward their shared peak.
The hot release shot into her like a bullet, filling her warm, welcoming depths. Capone's chest felt heated too, and once again, the desire to father a child with her surfaced in his mind. He even closed his eyes and imagined what their baby would look like—whether the child would resemble her or himself.
He held Sophia close as they lay down, gently kissing her hair, and then whispered once more, "I'm sorry."
Sophia nestled in his arms, a little confused by those words. Her fingers tangled with his as she asked, "Why are you apologizing again?"
Capone shook his head, his arm around her, gently patting her back as if to lull her to sleep.
Why had he been so harsh to her in Marvin's shop?
If she couldn't have that bracelet, who would he give it to? He knew very well he'd had other women before, but when it came to thinking about having a child, Sophia Diaz was the first.
And she would be the last.
He wasn't like his father—he wouldn't keep a bunch of women on the side to satisfy his selfish desires, all while leaving the one who deserved his love the most to die alone in some empty house.
He loved her, truly loved her, and he only wanted to spend his life with her, raise a little one together. He'd teach their kids how to read and defend themselves, while she'd bake delicious cakes and cookies for them. Every birthday, their children would have both parents by their side, showering them with gifts when they begged for them.
Is this what marriage is supposed to look like?
How many more obstacles stood between them and that future scene?
From the very beginning, he had veered off the normal path, and that meant his future was bound to be filled with uncertainties.
Was it fear that made him deny her like that? Was he actually afraid of a future where they might not be able to stay together?
"How's the funding coming along? Any updates from the board members?"
Capone sat on the living room couch as he asked, though he hadn't originally planned to discuss business. Sophia had prepared several kinds of pastries, arranging them neatly on a three-tiered dessert stand and brewed a pot of Earl Grey tea, inviting everyone for afternoon tea. When the others saw him reach for a pastry, the shock on their faces was akin to seeing an alien. He had to find a topic to shift their attention.
He had promised Sophia that he would indulge in the pastries she made by hand. So, for the past couple of days, she'd been baking cakes and tiramisu, feeding him with her delicate fingers and sweet lips, her wide eyes watching him as he ate. And after he'd swallowed, she would still nestle into his arms, not disappearing afterward.
He had fallen in love with that sweet taste, and with the way she would sit in his lap, smiling as she looked up at him.
Mandy and Joey handled most of the company's affairs for him, while Cronus and Diana, though they held shares, lacked the expertise or the interest, preferring to stay hands-off and simply collect their dividends at the end of the year.
Mandy kept it brief, "We've got enough funds for the increased holdings. Now it's just a matter of waiting for enough shares to be available for transfer."
On his plate was a piece of Scottish savory pastry, which Sophia had deliberately moved closer to him. He couldn't say thank you, nor could he give her a grateful glance, because she was sitting beside Capone, her eyes focused only on him, smiling.
On his plate was a piece of Scottish savory pastry, placed there deliberately by Sophia. He couldn't bring himself to say thank you, nor even offer her a grateful look, because she sat beside Capone, her eyes solely focused on Capone, smiling.
There was bitterness in his heart, but it was something he could still bear.
"Hm, the shares will be available soon. Do the old guys know about it? Any suspicious moves on their part?" Capone shifted the conversation toward Joey.
Joey, however, seemed distracted today. He was fiddling with an ornate box, occasionally opening it to peek inside. He wasn't eating any of the pastries, nor was he drinking tea, and he seemed completely oblivious to Capone's conversation with the others.
"Joey, Joey!" Cronus, sitting beside him, gave him a nudge. "What's on your mind? The boss is talking to you!"
"Huh, oh! Boss, what did you just say?" Joey snapped back to attention.