Page 4 of Obsessive Love (The King #1)

Chapter Three

Sophia

W hen I get to the bathroom, there thankfully isn't a queue, so I hurry inside and lock myself in one of the stalls. I don't actually need to pee, I just need a few minutes to gather myself. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, releasing it slowly.

"Calm down, have a drink and enjoy yourself," I whisper, giving myself a crappy little pep talk. I open my eyes when I hear the bathroom door open, music pours in, and the sound of someone's heels clicking against the floor.

"Sophia, you still in here?" Jess shouts, banging on the closed stall door. I push my shoulders back, shake my head a little, and then unlock the stall and walk out. Jess squeals when she sees me and wraps her arms around me, causing us to stumble a little.

I take a moment to steady her. "Woah, girl. How much have you had to drink already?" She makes her way over to the sink with me, mumbles something about a whole bottle, and then giggles, watching herself in the mirror whilst I'm washing my hands.

"Let's go and dance, Soph. We need to enjoy your last few days of freedom!" she says, yanking on my arm.

I follow her out of the bathroom, narrowly missing a collision with another woman who's hurrying inside. Jess drags me onto the dancefloor, weaving her way through tightly packed bodies until she finds a section she's pleased with. Then we begin dancing to the upbeat music pounding out of the speakers.

As I dance, I feel tingles spreading across my body and a smile plays on my lips, knowing I'm being watched again. I swing my hips and slide my hands along the length of my body as I move to the beat of the music, hoping that I look as sexy as I feel at this moment.

Jess nudges me with her elbow, interrupting my isolated little bubble. When I glance over at her, I see her staring behind me with wide eyes.

"Hottie at twelve o'clock. He's heading straight for you!"

My brows raise in surprise and I swing myself around. I'm graced with the same pair of glistening green eyes I saw earlier. My jaw goes slack as the tanned, devilishly handsome man closes the gap between us.

"That's definitely a man who could give you a night of fun and help you forget about your soon-to-be husband," Jess whispers, pushing me forward so that I stumble into the man's path. His smooth hands grab onto my forearms, steadying me and when I look up at him, he smirks.

"Falling for me already, dolcezza ?" My eyes trace every detail of his face, admiring the depths of his emerald eyes, the small creases on his forehead from his raised brows, and the way a dimple appears on his cheek as he smirks down at me.

"Wow," I breathe, taking another moment to look at the tattoo peeking out of his collar. He shifts closer, his feet bumping against mine as his arm wraps around my waist. Our chests press together and he chuckles, his lips skimming against my neck and causing a shiver to run through my body.

It takes a minute for my brain to catch up with my body, and I pull my head back and stare up at him in confusion.

"Wait, did I just hear a hint of an accent?"

His tongue darts out of his mouth and swipes across his bottom lip, momentarily distracting me. When I tear my eyes away from his mouth and back to his alluring eyes, he nods.

"So, you're Italian?" I ask, certain I heard the accent correctly.

His dark, thick brows furrow and his head tilts slightly to the side.

"See, this is where I should probably try to impress you by saying something in Italian that sounds sweet or sexy, but the truth is, I'm English. My mother was Italian, so I only know a few basic words and phrases and I can ace the accent."

I laugh at his comment and he takes that moment to pull my body flush against his. My breath escapes me as he begins to sway us side to side to the music I forgot was playing. His hands glide along my sides and I grab onto the lapels of his suit jacket, allowing him to move my body in the way he wishes.

Jess's words enter my brain as his lips once again brush against the column of my neck.

Maybe this would be a good way to forget about my upcoming wedding. Maybe this man can give me a night of fun and help me forget about everything else in my life for a short moment.

His teeth nip at my neck, breaking me out of my thoughts and a soft moan involuntarily releases from my mouth.

"You're beautiful," he whispers, his warm breath ghosting along my skin. "Easily the most enticing woman in the room."

Goosebumps rise on my skin and I press my thighs together, surprised at the desire coursing through my veins just from the few sentences he's spoken.

He uses his grip on my hips to spin me around until my back is against his chest. The beat of the music picks up, and the song flows through me. I roll my body, circling my hips and his hold on me tightens.

"You're too much of a temptress, amore mia ." The slight hint of an accent, when he speaks Italian, has my insides melting. I've never heard something more arousing.

When he grinds against me, I feel an undeniable hardness pressing into my back. I turn my head so I can look up at him as he keeps our bodies pressed together. His lips tilt up in the corners and his hooded eyes meet mine. I push my hips back and slide my hands over his resting on my waist.

His gaze drops to my lips for a few moments and my stomach tightens in anticipation. He leans down and my eyes flutter closed. As his lips brush against mine, a hand grips my wrist and I'm yanked away from him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jaylen hisses, glaring over my shoulder as he tries to pull me further away from the sinful god of a man.

Shit, I still don't even know his name .

I pull my wrist out of Jaylen's hold and take a step away from him.

"I'm having fun and enjoying myself, duh. That was the whole point of coming out tonight!"

"With him?" he growls, finally tearing his angry glare from over my shoulder and now glowering down at me. My brows furrow, and I glance back, seeing my Italian stud standing in the middle of the dancefloor watching me and Jaylen.

"What's wrong with him?" I ask, facing my cousin again. "You didn't seem bothered by him earlier. What's happened?" He glances around as his mouth opens and closes, then he shakes his head and huffs.

"Do what you want, Soph. Just know that I don't agree with this and I think it's fucking stupid. I'll wait at the bar until I have to take your stupid arse home later." With that said, he turns around and barges past the rest of the people in the club, leaving me standing there dumbfounded.