Chapter 22: Chapter 22

The second we walk into the apartment, Richie smashes his lips against mine, as if he is 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 and I gripped his head firmly as if to keep him from escaping. I work my mouth against his, our tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.

Richie then lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me and I kiss him back with the same intensity, filling his mouth with my tongue. He walks us upstairs to his room without breaking the kiss.

"I can't wait to fucking have you," Richie says, his lips still against mine as he kicks open the bedroom door.

He lays me gently on the bed and releases my lips. I stare at him breathlessly, missing his touch already. I don’t know what’s going on in my head but I know for sure I will regret this decision of mine when I wake up tomorrow.

He lifts my dress, taking it off my body. 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 works the hook of my bra. Richie moves my bra strap down my arm. Upon tossing my bra aside, he lowered his gaze down and set his eyes on my nipples.

"You’re even hotter on the inside." He cups my breast with his hands, pinching my nipples until they become hard as he proceeds to suck and lick them

"Oh yeah." I moan arching my back and pushing myself deeper into his mouth.

God! The alcohol in me is just out of control and my hormones aren’t making things any better.

Richie sucks harder on my tits pulling my nipples between his teeth. I unconsciously push my tits deeper into his mouth, wanting more. He takes his time on my left tits before moving to my right tits. He makes sure to give the same attention. I feel my core throb, eager for him to be inside of me.

I then pull his shirt over his head as his hands lower to my waist, pushing down my underwear. Once I am fully naked, I help him unfasten his pants, eased his briefs over his hips, and brushed the length of his cock with my palm before taking him in my mouth. He sighed, eyes shut, probably thinking about how unbelievably good it felt. When I got a throaty moan, I roll my mouth from base to tip and whisper with a smirk, "You taste good."

He looks at me as if he wants to open my mouth, hollow my cheeks, and slid all the way down.

"What?" I ask

"Shh," He pulls me up so we are face-to-face again. He slid his hands between my legs, positioning my fingers and thumb.

"You're fucking soaking, I love this." He inhales.

His lips meet mine and he kisses me slowly, his tongue teasing mine. His lips seem to be molded against mine, made just for me. He pulls away and kisses the corners of my mouth, followed by my nose and then my lips again. My hands go to his back in a desperate attempt to pull him closer to me.

"Slow baby, we have all the time we need." He whispers. His lips touched my earlobe. His fingertips lightly brush my chest, and then his touch travels all the way to my stomach, making me burn with pleasure.

"You’re so fucking beautiful." Richie nibbles my ear and leaves hot kisses along my neck and shoulders. I stare up at the ceiling, trying my best not to acknowledge how much I love his lips on my skin.

Richie then massages my right breast a little before moving his hand up to my neck. He nuzzled against me, his lips on my neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to my earlobe, where I’d always been ticklish.

He moves to massage my left breast and I moan the second his lips captured my breast. I arch my back and push myself deeper into his mouth. He releases my breast and rests his hand around my neck. My pulse thrums against his palm as he stares at me.

"So fucking beautiful," He says again, breathless, gazing into my eyes as he slowly moves his hand between my legs.

"Ooh," I moan. "Ooh! Oh, oh, oh," I sigh, as he worked his fingers into my dripping core. Richie moves his finger slowly in and out of me, and my eyes roll to the back of my head, pleasure filling my body.

He adds another finger, thrusting deeply. My toes curl as the level of pleasure flowing through me increases. Suddenly he smirks and an evil glint shines on his face. He begins to slow his movements.

"Ohh," I reply, gasping for breath. His thrusts are now slow and gentle, far from what I want.

"Faster, Richie!" I cry out.

"How badly do you want me, Rach?" Richie asks, slowing his movements even more than I thought possible.

"Bad." The alcohol in my system answers

"Beg for it," He says, the evil glint shining even more in his eyes.

The nerve of this man. I know for a fact that he wants me just as much as I want him and I am damn sure that he isn't going to let me walk out of this room without fucking me tonight. So, I'm not begging him for anything.

"Beg Rach, beg." He says, tilting his head to the side. He traces the walls of my core with his fingers, teasing me.

"Ohh, yeah." I rasp, pushing my core out as he stops moving his finger.

He moves his mouth to my ear and nibbles. "Beg Rach, beg." He sounds desperate. We both want him to continue but I don’t know why he wants me to beg him.

"Beg me, Rach, beg me to continue." He desperately says again, moving his finger inside of me at the pace I crave the most. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Please, don't stop," I moan as his movements quicken, but it only lasts a short while before he takes his fingers away.

He smirks. "Now, where were we?" He looks down at me as he begins to move.

His length enters me without warning. I wince a little as he starts thrusting slowly, letting me adjust to his huge size before filling me up.

"Richie," I gasp, grabbing his arm. The hand around my neck tightens a little, increasing the pleasure flowing through me.

Richie increases his pace. My toes curl as my core trembles around Richie's length. His thrusts are fast, filling me with pleasure. He begins to hit at just the right spot, making me dig my nails into his arms. "Oh yeah!" I cry out, throwing my head back.

My eyes shoot open once I feel Richie flipping us over. I land on top of him with his length still inside me. He places his hands on my waist and guides my movements.

Bending forward a little, I guide his mouth to my breast. Richie takes as much as he can and sucks hard on my nipple. Removing his hand from my waist, he begins to massage my other breast. I continue to move on top of him on my own. Pulling my breast out of his mouth, I sit up straight and spread my palms on his chest, arching my back. Richie grabs my neck and pulls my face back down.

He captures my lips and kisses me hard. I taste tentatively his mouth with my tongue as I trace it across the bottom of my lip. The caress of his lips seemed much softer this time. Soon Richie and I begin to swallow each other making the kiss even more intense. I moan into his mouth as I feel my release building. My toes dig into the sheets, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I'm already there.

"Scream my name, baby," Richie speaks against my lips.

He doesn't have to beg to do that because I gladly do it as my core clenches around his length. "Richie!" I scream, coming undone.

Richie smirks and increases his pace. My toes curl as my core trembles around Richie's length. His thrusts are fast, filling me with pleasure.

He thrusts a little more before releasing his cum inside me. I fall against his chest and Richie kisses my forehead as he wraps his arms around me tightly.

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~ At Midnight

Richie is still inside me when I wake up, his arms wrapped around me. Slowly, I lift my head from his chest and sit up. His length moves inside me as I do, so I try my best to be gentler as I disentangle myself from him. I successfully remove him from inside of me without waking him up. I can’t believe I had sex with Richie. God! Richie Moranzino of all people. I feel disgusted right now.

Ladies will kill to be in my place and I will kill to not be in this place. As much as I hate to admit it but I had fun, a little fun- so basically it doesn’t mean anything.

I am very tired from all that happened but I can’t help but wake up by this time. I need to get the keys and find the documents before Richie wakes up. This is my only chance and I have to use it carefully.

I get out of bed and begin to look for my clothes. I find my dress that, thank the Lord, Richie didn't rip last night. It's a bit more difficult to locate my underwear. They seem to have disappeared. I look everywhere before I give up finding them and throw on my dress. I will look for them tomorrow morning. I reach for Richie’s pants and the moment I touch his pants pocket, I feel the keys. I carefully grab the keys not wanting to make any noise. It’s a bunch of keys so I won’t say that it didn’t make any noise. I finally grab it in my palm and I stand up and begin to look for my shoes.

I remember flinging off my feet as I wrapped my legs around Richie’s waist. The thought makes me remember how his strong hands kept me steady as he walked up the stairs and how his mouth showered my body with kisses. My thighs clench together as the images fill my head. I slap my temple to snap myself out of it. I'm supposed to be looking for the documents, not remembering what happened last night.

I tiptoe to the closet door, open it quietly and then close it. I quickly head to Richie’s clothes shelf, if I remember clearly, he put some files in the last drawer and locked it up.

The keychain has a bunch of keys in them so I decide to try the smaller ones. I tried the first one and it seems like the lord is with me tonight. It fits perfectly. I twisted the key and the drawer slid open. I flip through each one of the documents and stop when I saw a ground of papers that are in a folder and that read ‘Accounts’.

I open it and saw they were the bank statements and transaction papers from an illegal account Richie is using to keep and transfer money with a fake name.

This is good.

I smile when I see Richie sign his name on each paper giving legibility and evidence that he is in fact embezzling money.

Right now I wish I am at home because I have the keys to everything in his study room and that means that I can open that cabinet. I badly want to see what’s in there.

I put the folder down beside me when I finish looking through it and then I continue searching. A while went by and I came across a file that says ‘Ezra’ on it.

I opened it, it has only one page on it so I figured maybe the rest of the pages are at home or Richie is yet to get all the information he needs about Ezra. Before I could start reading through the ‘Ezra file’ I hear a noise sounding from behind the door. I quickly got my phone and snap pictures of each paper that I’d need.

I can’t come all the way here and not get the evidence I need.

I then instantly gather the files and put them back in the drawer. I crouch down, pulling it open to slide the folder back in its place. Once I did that, I hear the door open.

My eyes went wide and my breath got caught in my throat.

"Rachel." I hear Richie say, he flickers the lights on and I knew there was no hiding now.