Sophia cupped Mattia's face, her fingers lightly tracing his jawline. "They say you're a bad boy," she teased, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.
Mattia raised an eyebrow, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "And what if I am? Are you scared?"
Sophia...
I could feel him standing too close. That idiot. That stupidly hot idiot. My heartbeat quickened, and not in the aww-he’s-so-cute way. No, it was more like I’m-so-pissed-I-might-punch-him kind of way.
He leaned in slightly, and my brain screamed, Don’t you dare, Mattia Gallenttini. But, of course, he dared. That son of a bitch always dared.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed, my voice low enough to not betray how much I was freaking out inside.
His smirk was infuriating, a mix of cocky and careless. “Shhh” he muttered, his voice smooth, almost a whisper, like he wasn’t about to wreck my whole mood. And before I could throw another insult his way, he kissed me.
It wasn’t wild at first. His lips pressed against mine in a way that felt...testing. No tongue, no rush. Just...there. And fuck me, I kissed him back.
The moment I did, it was like a switch flipped in him.
He tilted his head, pulling me closer, his hands gripping my face like he’d been waiting for this moment forever.
The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against mine with a confidence that was almost maddening. Goddammit, how is he so good at this?
A soft sound escaped me—a mix of surprise and surrender.
His eyes opened, catching mine mid-kiss. He didn’t pull back, didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath or my thoughts.
His hand moved down, brushing against my stomach before slipping under my t-shirt.
“Mattia,” I started, my voice shaky, but he didn’t stop. His fingers grazed my skin, sending a shiver through me. It was infuriating, the way he could make me feel this—this insane mix of anger and...obsession.
I could feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, my pulse racing as his lips brushed softly against mine.
For a second, everything around us disappeared—just his touch, his warmth. It was all consuming, and I couldn't think straight.
But then, as if he could sense the chaos inside me, he pulled back slowly, letting a soft breath escape his lips.
His eyes locked onto mine, and I saw something—uncertainty, maybe? It was there for just a moment, but it made me wonder if he felt the same tension I was drowning in.
He kissed my neck, and the feeling shot through me, intense and unfamiliar.
His lips were gentle at first, but as they moved lower,i moan I felt the heat of his mouth burn into my skin. It was like he was taking his time, savoring each inch of me as if it was a delicate secret.
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When he reached the waistband of my shorts, his hand barely grazed it before stopping. His gaze never left mine, and for the first time, he asked, "Should I stop?"
