Obsessed With You

chapter 18

Sophia

I sit cross-legged on the bed, staring at the mirror, my phone glued to my hand as I argue with Jack about tomorrow's Halloween party.

"Ugh, I don't even know what to wear yet," I complain, swiping through outfits online.

Jack's laugh buzzes through the speaker. "Come on, Sophia, it's Halloween. Just wear something sexy. You know how everyone loves a hot witch."

I roll my eyes, but my heart races a little. "Yeah, right. What are you going as?"

"Vampire. Classic but deadly."

I'm about to make a snarky comment when the door to my room swings open without a knock. I freeze. It's Mattia.

He looks pissed. No, more than that-he looks... off. His eyes are dark, his steps slower than usual, and I feel the tension building in my chest.

"What the fuck?" I blurt, sitting up straighter. "Is something wrong?"

He ignores me and keeps walking toward me, eyes locked on mine, not even sparing a glance at my phone where Jack's still talking.

He's close enough that I can feel his breath on my face, his scent-a mix of cologne and something darker-filling my lungs. His hand brushes against the phone in my hand, still connected to Jack.

"Can you stop thinking about that asshole for one fucking second," he growls, his voice rougher than before, "and think about me instead?"

Before I can process, his hand shoots out, snatching the phone from my grip and tossing it onto the bed. Jack's voice fades into the background, irrelevant now. All that matters is Mattia, standing inches from me, his eyes burning into mine.

I open my mouth to protest, but he moves faster. His hand is on my cheek, his fingers trailing down my skin, making every nerve in my body light up. I shiver.

I stammer, feeling the heat from him, his closeness making it hard to think straight. "You're drunk."

"I swear to you," he whispers, his voice hoarse as he leans in, "I'm in full fucking control"

Before I can say another word, his lips crash into mine, hard and unrelenting. His tongue pushes past my lips, hot, wet, and desperate, like he's been dying for this moment. His hands grip the back of my neck, pulling me closer, deeper into the kiss.

Fuck.

My body betrays me, melting against him, and I kiss him back with the same hunger, the same wild need. It's messy, intense, his tongue tangling with mine, sending electric shocks through every part of me. I try to push him away, to think, but the way he kisses me makes it impossible to do anything but give in.

" Mattia," I whisper against his lips, barely able to catch my breath.

"I told you," he breathes against my mouth, kissing me even harder. "I know exactly what I'm doing." His hands tighten, his body pressing into mine, and I know... he's not lying.

Mattia's breath barely leaves my skin before his lips crash into mine again, harder this time, more desperate. His hands, now gripping my waist, pull me closer until there's no space left between us. I can feel his fingers digging into my sides, not roughly, but like he's trying to make sure I don't pull away again. This time, I don't.

His lips part mine with a flick of his tongue, exploring, tasting. It's intense, overwhelming, and I can't think straight. My hands, without me even realizing it, find their way to his chest, sliding up his torso. His body feels tense, like he's been holding back something for too long.