Chapter 12: Chapter 12

"You need help with the boxers?" I lean up to him and whisper as my hands rest on his waist, before nibbling on his ear as I take my mouth away. Richie is so hard against my stomach that I feel a little bad about what I'm going to do next.

"Yes," He breathes.

"Okay." I waste no time, quickly pulling down his boxers. I try my best to ignore the thought that crosses my mind as soon as I see him naked.

He has such huge manhood.

Cursing my pussy that is starting to get wet, my mind drifted to the thought of taking him right to the brink of coming, but then leaving him high and dry right before he does, so he knows to never touch me again. But another part of me; that I have no idea existed, wants him to fill me up and give me the kind of orgasm that would leave me breathless.

I look up and stare Richie in the eye. I think it’s better I keep the game on and see where it takes me. He watches my tongue seductively flick out of my mouth, and his breath quickens. I will make him pay for all the flirty things he does to make me wet.

The temperature in the room seems to rise as he stares at me, lustily. I wet my lips, and stand up, I looked into Richie’s eyes and I can see the lust building up.

He looks turned on.

I reach out, slowly tracing his thick chest with my finger. Trailing my hand up, I grip his neck, pulling him closer to me. His eyelids flutter as he stares down at me. Tugging him down to my face, I angle his lips until they're a mere inch from mine.

"The room is hot Richie, should I turn on the air conditioner?" I huskily ask smirking at him.

Man! I am enjoying this payback.

I noticed how Richie’s cock was getting hard as I speak to him. I smirk and jerk him closer to me rubbing and mischievously fondling his chest. I can see in his eyes that he is sucking off but was trying so hard to resist.

After this, I am sure that he won’t mess with me again. I bend to the ground and help him step out of his underwear and take them off. I hold the boxers in my hand and fling them away along with the pair of pants I got for him to wear.

I am sure he is too baffled by my move to even find the word to speak.

"Oops." I cover my mouth "Now you’re out of pants, Richie." I make sure I say his name even sexier.

I smirk and Richie smirks muffling some laughter.

With that look on his face, I decide to stop the game. Something is going on in Richie’s head and I don’t want to mess with him.

He is capable of doing anything.

I turn to grab the pants I fling earlier but the moment I turned, Richie grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. I am surprised how he pulled me towards him without a wince escaping his mouth.

Before I could withdraw my mind from its far places, Richie’s arms were around me. He looks at me lustily and I felt again the rush of helplessness, the sinking yielding, the surging tide of warmth that left my limp. And the quiet face of Richie was blurred and drowned to nothingness. He leans in and kisses me, softly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made me cling to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world. His insistent mouth was parting my shaking lips, sending wild tremors along my nerves, evoking from my sensations I had never known I was capable of feeling. And before a swimming giddiness spun me round and round, I knew that I was kissing him back.

Richie smirks against my lips and before I knew it, I slip down the bed and Richie was on top of me. Not even for a single minute did he break the kiss. Richie increases his pace pressing harder against my lips as if trying to flatten and destroy my mouth. I hungrily pushed back, my mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his beard scratched against my soft cheeks as I gripped his head firmly as if to keep him from escaping. I don’t know what is going on with my head but I somehow feel good about what I am doing.

Richie worked his mouth against mine, our tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other. He releases my lips. I stare at him breathlessly. He brings his lips to my neck and sucks hard. I arch my back in pleasure, wetness pooling between my legs. He releases my neck and leaves hot kisses on my shoulder as he reaches down to my already wet core. The moment I feel his warm fingers on my core, my senses knocked back to my head and I realized what I was doing.

"Richie stop," I say; my voice barely above a whisper

He raises his head to look at me "What’s wrong?" He asks concerned.

"I can’t." I waste no time and I quickly jump off the bed and walk into the bathroom. I go to the sink and splash some water on my face.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I can’t believe I almost gave myself to Richie. Richie Maranzano. I feel so disgusted by myself right now.

All of this is just too much for me to handle. I need to leave. After a little while, I go back into the bedroom. Richie is sitting at the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand, already dressed. Thank God, I was worried I would walk out and his dick would be waiting for me. I don’t look his way and I went to take my bag.

"I have to go now. Take care of yourself, I will come by tomorrow to check on you." I say walking toward the door but before I could leave, Richie calls my name making me turn to look at him; expectedly.

"It’s late and I don’t think it’s safe for you to drive alone by this time."

"I can drive."

"Rach, you cannot." He says

As much as I hate to admit it but he is right. It’s not safe for me to drive by this time. Considering I am Richie Maranzano’s fiancé, I shouldn’t be outside by this time because if any bastard sees me, they will kidnap me and ask for tons of money.

I look at Richie’s concerned expression and I sigh keeping my bag back on the table. "Fine, I will stay."

"That’s good." Richie says smiling.

I wonder what is going on in his head.

I walk to Richie’s closet to find something to sleep in. It doesn't take me long to find a pair of new shorts and a black t-shirt. I make sure to pick a black one, so it won't be too obvious that I'm not wearing a bra. Richie watches me as I come back into the room and pick up some of the pillows from his bed, taking them over to the couch. There is no way I will share a bed with him. Richie would make a move on me even in his injured state. He's proven that tonight.

"You gotta be kidding me, Rach. Do you think I will allow you to sleep on the couch?"

"Do you think I am asking for your permission?" I throw him a question looking around the room. "Where can I get a spare blanket?

"I'm not telling you."

"Why not?"

"Because we are both sleeping in this bed." Richie forces himself up and walks towards me. "You are my fiancé. There is no way you are sleeping on that couch," He says, standing in front of me.

"Well, in that case, you will sleep on the couch." I give him a pillow "Take my advice, do not turn around while sleeping." I say, trying to sidestep him. He blocks me and pushes me onto the bed. I look up at him, shocked by the amount of strength he has in only one hand.

Before I know what's happening, Riches gets on top of me. My eyes widen as I watch his hand move to my waist. His hold is firm, and his legs are like cages on either side of me.

"Get off me," I say

"No one will sleep on the couch, we both will sleep on the bed. I am clear."

I roll my eyes. I can’t believe this is the man I am sympathizing with. He literally pushed me to the bed with zero effort, even with a broken arm, he finds his way around me.

"You are my fiancé, so don’t forget that this is your room just as much as it’s mine." He says

I roll my eyes "Enough with the fiancé talk. Now get off me."

He smirks looking into my eyes "You know what I love about you?" He asks

"You don’t love anything about me. Now, will you get off me?"

"That’s not true silly. I love so many things about you but what gets me the most is how you pretend not to like it when I’m close to you or when I touch you."

"I don’t like any of that." I say

"Yes, you do." He kisses the tip of my nose because standing up

I roll my eyes not responding to what he said. I turn away from him and got to the side of my bed. Richie lays down and so did I.

There was silence in the room for a while as we both stare at the ceiling.

"Rach." Richie finally breaks the silence

I hummed my response

"Do you sleep with the lights on?" He asks

"No."

"Then you wouldn’t mind if I turn it off, would you?"

"Not at all," I respond

Richie turns off the light and I turn around pulling the blanket to my chest. I can smell Richie everywhere. The bed sheets, the pillow, the blanket. It's like his arms are wrapped around me. I ignore the feeling of comfort his scent brings me and I close my eyes. I deserve a peaceful sleep with all the drama that happened today.