Page 6 of Obsessive Love (The King #1)

Chapter Five

Sophia

H e takes my hand in his, linking our fingers together, then turns and practically drags me behind him, pushing his way through the crowded dancefloor and towards the back of the club.

My heart is in my throat, my hands are sweaty and my mind is completely blown.

This man is a complete stranger to me and I'm just willingly following him to a back room in a club.

Am I mentally okay?

I know I'm safe. Jaylen's here somewhere and although he's seemingly annoyed with me at the moment, he'll keep a watchful eye on me. No doubt, he'll check on me at some point soon to make sure I'm not being sliced to pieces by a madman.

If my father or my brother could see what I was doing right now, they'd probably lock me up for the rest of my life and berate me for being so stupid.

Unfortunately, that thought has me determined to follow through with this insane plan I have in my head.

This man may be a stranger, but he's also one of the sexiest men I've ever laid eyes on. As soon as I saw him earlier, I knew he'd be trouble. That should've been my sign to steer clear of him, but unfortunately, I like a little bit of chaos.

When he kissed me a moment ago, my whole body felt like it was on fire. The burning, tingling sensation started from my lips and travelled through my body. When his rough hands cupped my cheeks and brought me impossibly closer to him, the fire lit inside my stomach, burning through my core until my insides melted.

As we reach the end of the corridor, he pulls a card from his pocket and then glances at me over his shoulder as he taps it against the scanner.

Despite the swarm of butterflies in my stomach and the layer of sweat dotting along my hairline from the nerves, I smile up at him, hopefully giving him confirmation this is what I want.

He turns to face me and his hands grasp my waist, pulling me forward as he pushes into the room, using his back to open the door.

Once we're through the threshold, he kicks at the door, somehow managing to close it. His lips meet mine, and my hands automatically start exploring the length of his chest and his broad shoulders. Our mouths melt against each other, sending a blazing trail of warmth through my body.

His hands knead their way down my body until he's gripping the backs of my thighs as he crouches slightly in front of me, not breaking our connection. He hoists me into his arms, lifting me with ease, and then he clumsily walks us over to the double bed in the middle of the room.

He quickly lowers me onto the soft sheets as his fingers tangle into my hair, lightly tugging on the strands, causing me to moan into his mouth.

"How badly do you want me, dolcezza ?" he whispers, his warm breath tickling the side of my neck.

"So fucking bad," I tell him.

I never thought I'd feel a lustful connection this strong and this quick with a stranger, but with him, it's undeniable, and I find that my words are true. I do want him. There's a neediness inside of me, begging for his touch.

Our hands roam each other's bodies, gripping and tugging at clothes as our mouths messily slide against each other. Both of us are desperate and wanting.

He wedges his hips between my thighs and my legs circle his waist. He grinds against me, causing a shudder to run through my body as his hardness rubs against my covered clit.

My hands grip his shirt and I hastily search for the buttons, wanting to undo them as quickly as humanly possible so that I can run my hands against his chest and feel every warm part of him,

"You're desperate for me, aren't you?" he asks, a wicked smile spread across his face as he peers down at me.

My breath hitches as I stare into his eyes and his words wash over me.

"Yes," I whisper, my cheeks heating from embarrassment at my admission.

He lifts off of me and slowly begins unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes slip away from his face, and instead, I focus on the tattoos he's gradually revealing to me.

A large pocket watch is inked across the left side of his chest, surrounded by flowers with a date scrawled underneath. My eyes trace the intricate lines, admiring the beauty of the tattoo. When I lift my hand to try and slip the shirt off of his shoulder and get a glimpse of the ink that sprawls across the rest of his body, he stops me and shakes his head.

"I'll unbutton it, but I'm keeping it on."

I frown up at him, confused as to why he wouldn't want me to see the rest of him, but when he leans back down, pressing his hard, muscular body against mine and his lips connect with my neck, I forget about the tattoo and the questions that were forming in my mind.

Sparks ignite inside of me as he peppers soft, wet kisses along my skin whilst his fingers slide along the outside of my thighs, slowly bunching up my dress. When my dress is pooled around my hips, his hands move to the band of my underwear and he pulls his face away from me, leans back on his haunches, and stares down at my centre as he tugs at the fabric.

I lift my hips, allowing him to slide the thong down and when he does so, he licks his lips and groans, his full focus between my legs.

"Holy shit, dolcezza . This is better than I ever could've imagined."

I blush and instantly try to cover myself with my dress, but his hand shoots forward and grasps my wrist as his lustrous gaze meets mine.

"Don't ever try and hide this perfect little pussy from me. If I want to sit here and admire it, I will, and you'll let me do so," he growls. The assertive, commanding tone should probably worry me, especially when he's talking about my body as if it's his, but the way he's said it, and the way he's looking at me at this moment, has me melting instead.

I immediately let go of my dress and his lips tilt up.

"Now, I would love to bury my head between your legs right now and stay there until you're begging me to stop, but unfortunately, I'm already so close to blowing my load just from having you this close to me, dolcezza . So, sit up, take the dress off and lay that beautiful, wanting body of yours back down whilst I take off these godforsaken trousers."

I hastily get off the bed, stripping the dress from my body before complying with his demand and laying myself back down on the bed just in time to see him stripping his boxers down his sculpted legs.

When he stands to his full height again, my eyes go wide as I get a glimpse of what's in between his legs. His hard length bobs against his stomach as he steps closer to the bed and kneels on the edge. He grabs my ankle and rubs his thumb against my skin as his eyes trace my exposed body.

His hands skim up my legs until they're clasped around my knees and then he pulls my legs open, pushing them until they're flat against the bed and giving him the perfect view of my slick centre.

"You're so fucking wet for me already, baby." His breath fans across my skin as he presses light kisses up the length of my leg, slowly moving his body over mine until his dick is settled between us.

My arms wrap around his shoulders and I use my hands to pull his face to mine, eager to have his lips on me. As our lips connect, our bodies grind, his dick sliding through my wetness with ease. I gasp as the tip skates across my clit and he uses that opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss and sending sparks of ecstasy through my veins.

I lift my hips and remove one hand from his face so I can slide it between us until it's wrapped around his dick.

He pulls his head back, looking at me with a mix of shock and desire swirling in his emerald eyes. I swipe his dick against my clit once more before slipping it inside of me, causing us both to groan as he stretches me open.

He takes my hand from between us, pushes it above my head, and holds it there. He then slides his other hand down the length of my body, leaving goosebumps in its path.

"You feel so fucking good, amore mia ," he growls, slowly thrusting inside of me whilst simultaneously rubbing his fingers against my clit and using the heel of his hand to apply pressure to my lower stomach, making sure I can feel every delicious inch of him.

"Oh, fuck," I hiss, locking my ankles behind his back and pulling him closer to me, causing his dick to slide to the hilt. A moan slips past my lips as his dick hits the perfect spot inside of me, over and over again.

His hands tighten around my waist and lift my hips higher off the bed.

My clit rubs against his pelvis as he circles his hips around and concurrently pushes back and forth, slamming himself inside of me.

Noises I was trying to contain are now pouring out of me unabashedly and the overload of pleasure has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. My eyes flutter closed and I feel his hand move away from my clit and up to my neck, tightening around it, partially restricting my airflow. When I open my eyes, he's staring down at me, eyes blown with desire.

"Keep your eyes open, baby. I want you to be looking at me when I'm making you cum. I need you to remember my face, dolcezza ."

His harsh tone has me clenching around him and he smirks at the action. He pushes himself inside of me, so deep that his pelvis rocks against my clit every time he circles his hips. The movement of his length inside of me has my legs twitching and tightening around him, making sure he can't escape and deny me of this pleasure any time soon.

His hand loosens around my neck and he caresses his thumb along my pulse point as his crazed eyes stare at mine, watching me intently as I gasp with every thrust, spitting out curses and jumbled words every time his thick cock slides inside.

He leans down, pressing his forehead against mine, and begins pounding into me at a vigorous pace. I try to keep my eyes open, but the immense amount of pleasure coursing through my body has them fluttering shut.

"Look at me," he growls, nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth.

I try to force them open, wanting to obey him, but I have no control over my body at this moment. My legs are shaking as they slowly lose grip around his waist; my eyelids continue to partially open before squeezing closed again as sparks ignite behind them. My mouth is wide open and sounds I have never emitted before are pouring out.

He grunts as my walls clamp tight around him, squeezing his dick, and my nails dig into his back, trying to grasp onto something.

That's when he loses control.

His hand releases from my neck and twines its way into my hair, pulling on it to expose my neck to him. He continues his furious pace as he begins licking, sucking and biting along my neck, grumbling curses in between as I continue to spasm around him until he's burying himself to the hilt and moaning my name as he finds his release, emptying himself inside of me.