مهووس بك

chapter 40

Sophia

I closed the door softly behind me, leaning against it for a moment as I took him in.

Mattia stood by the bed, shirtless, his damp hair curling against his neck, water trickling down the sharp lines of his chest. He didn't bother looking at me right away, too busy twisting his wet T-shirt in his hands like I wasn't worth his time. The audacity.

"What was Victoria doing here?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

He smirked, finally glancing up, and that stupid grin of his immediately set me on edge. "asked her not me " His voice was low, mocking, and just a little too confident.

"Don't play dumb, Mattia. It's a valid question." I stepped closer, ignoring the way my stomach flipped at the sight of him.

Then he tossed the wet shirt to the floor like it didn't matter, crossing the space between us so fast I barely had time to react. "You jealous?"

I rolled my eyes, even though my stomach was twisting. "Of her? Please."

He laughed under his breath, leaning in until I could feel his breath against my face. "She's jealous of you, you know," he said, his voice soft but edged with something darker. "She doesn't like you,Sophia. She wants what you have."

I tilted my head up, refusing to back down even as his presence overwhelmed me. "Yeah, I know. She hates me," I said simply.

Mattia's eyes locked onto mine the second I walked in, a dangerous smirk pulling at his lips. He didn't say a word as he stepped closer, his hand brushing my arm before sliding down to grip the hem of my shirt.

"Mattia-" I started, but he cut me off with a raised eyebrow, his fingers already tugging the fabric upward.

"Relax, babe," he muttered, his voice low and cocky, laced with that bad-boy arrogance that drove me crazy. He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it carelessly onto the floor before his hands went to my waist, undoing the button of my jeans like he'd done this a thousand times before.

My breath hitched as his knuckles grazed my stomach, heat pooling under my skin.

He dragged my jeans down, his fingertips trailing along my thighs until they hit the ground. I tried to say something-anything-but he stepped even closer, his bare chest brushing mine as he stared at me like I was his next thrill.

His hands slid over my waist, up my sides, slow and deliberate. His touch was warm, rough, sending shocks through every nerve in my body. When his hand moved lower, brushing over my hip and across my stomach, I couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped my lips.

His smirk widened instantly, his dark eyes glinting with something dangerous. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "Sofia, really... don't blame me after hearing those sounds." His tone was thick with desire, every word dripping with intent.

I swallowed hard, my body betraying me as I felt his hand slide to my back, pulling me flush against him. His lips hovered dangerously close to mine, teasing me with just enough distance to make my chest ache.

"You sound so damn sweet," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my bare skin, slow and calculated. "I might need to hear that again."

Mattia's hands gripped my waist with possessive confidence, his fingers tightening just enough to send a shudder through me. His body pressed against mine, warm and commanding, and before I could even think to protest, his arms swooped under me, lifting me effortlessly off the ground.

"Mattia, what the hell are you doing?" My voice was a breathless whisper, my mind scrambling to make sense of what was happening.

His lips twisted into that infuriatingly cocky grin, the one that always promised trouble, and without a word, he carried me towards the bed. He didn't toss me carelessly onto the mattress; no, he lowered me deliberately, his body following to pin me beneath him. His chest caved against mine as he caged me in, his dark eyes burning with a mix of challenge and something far more dangerous.

"You want to question me right now, princesa?" His voice was smooth, velvety dark as he leaned down, his face just inches from mine.

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words died in the heat of his touch. His hand slid up my side, slow and deliberate, rough against my skin. My breath hitched, a soft moan escaping before I could stop it.

He froze, a wicked smirk stretching across his lips. "That's what I thought," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "You make that sound again, and I'm not promising you'll still be able to think straight."

"Mattia..." I tried to say, but it came out shaky, unsteady, betraying every last bit of control I had.

He chuckled darkly, low and possessive, moving his hand down my side to rest on my hip. Slowly, deliberately, his thumb pressed into my skin, drawing slow circles that set fire to my nerves. His body pressed harder into mine, and my traitorous body responded without hesitation.

"You sound so fucking good like this, Soph" he whispered, his voice low with amusement and pure desire. "So soft, so eager... makes me wonder just how many other noises I can make you make."

"Shut up..." I gasped, but the command was weak, pointless.

"Make me," he shot back.

his lips crashing into mine, silencing my protest with a fierce kiss that stole every thought, every last shred of resistance I had.

Mattia's hand slid beneath my underwear, his fingers moving with a slow, deliberate pressure that left me gasping for air.

His touch wasn't hurried-it was the kind of control that made every movement feel like a promise, an invitation to something deeper.

A shiver ran through me as he traced the curve of my body, his touch igniting a fire I couldn't fight.

"God, you feel so good," he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire, his breath hot against my neck.

"You're perfect." The words slipped out as if he couldn't contain them, and I felt a rush of heat flood my body, every inch of me acutely aware of his touch.

He leaned closer, his lips barely brushing my ear, sending another wave of warmth through me.

"You have no idea how fucking bad I want you right now."

The possessive edge in his voice sent a shiver through me, both thrilling and terrifying at once. He paused for a moment, as if taking in the way my body reacted to him.

"Every inch of you is driving me crazy."

The air between us felt heavier, thick with anticipation, with every word, every touch.

It was like he knew exactly how to push me, to keep me on the edge of something I couldn't name but could already feel in my bones.

He didn't rush; he let every second stretch out, savoring my reaction to him.

"You're mine, Sofi," he whispered, his hand moving with quiet precision, making me tremble beneath him. "And I'm not letting you go."

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