𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 | 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞

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12:12am
N.Y.C
Trigger Warning:
Physical abuse.
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Richard was placed on the couch when he heard the voices moving up the stairs, followed by a thud and feminine, "ouch." It was her voice, he perked up on his seat and closed his blade with a light 'click.' If anyone saw him right now, they would say he appeared stiff and awkward. He had spent a few days away reflecting his actions and how everything he had done always drove Rose farther away from him.
He also hid the fact that he had gotten her Flowers. The locks on the door clicked and then entered two bodies. They hadn't even realized he was sitting there. Richard got a good view of the situation. Rose dragged along Michael, who was far gone drunk. The girl had practically dragged him up on his own— but he instantly tried to regain his composure when he laid eyes on Richard. "Oh the scum is back." There was a hint of venom and arrogance in his tone.
Rose felt in her gut that this situation could easily escalate into something it shouldn't. To recap on how everything happened after the club, Michael basically threw up his guts outside of the club and she was forced to call his driver. She apologized to him and told him it felt wrong to even do what they had done. She didn't feel anything but lust toward him— there wasn't a hint of need or love. Richard made her feel light and breathless— Michael only made her excited in her lower region. They agreed to forget what had happened— even though there had been hesitation in his answer.

"It's a pleasure to see you again Langdon." Richard stood up and eyed Rose. Her eyes were droopy, and her cheeks were flustered. They both smelt of alcohol, sweat— and expensive colognes and perfumes. It was a sweet aroma mostly emitting from Rose. "You know what?" Michael leaned against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest. "Back in the car you told me to forget about what happened between us." He eyed Rose, "But I simply can't and won't— because I could treat you better than him, he's pathetic." His voice wavered toward the end, due to the fact that he was still heavily under the influence. A soft scoff with a smile formed on his lips. "And I could definitely fuck you better."

He was about to open his mouth to say something else, but the sound of Richards fist connecting to his temple with a loud bash cut him off rather quickly. Michael wasn't even able to react properly because Richard was already delivering punch after punch to his face. Michael grunted from below before regaining his composure and shoving Ramirez back before proceeding to strike him. Rose stared from behind frozen in shock at the scene before her. Attempting to get between the two, she was only shoved back by Richard into the corner of a book shelf. A small whimper escaped her lips, she was trembling and crying now. Michael continued to swing, mostly missing because his aim was not the best in his current condition. Rose began to scream, begging them to stop. For a second, they did: only to catch their breaths. "She's mine, lay another finger on her and I will tear your body apart limb by limb and scatter each piece across the globe." Richard messily wiped the blood from the corner of his lips before licking it away and turned to look at Rose, his eyes dark and clouded by anger. Michael was way too tired, and way too out of it to continue fighting. He simply stripped out of his clothes and wiped his bloodied face on his shirt when it came off. Without uttering another word, he plopped down on the couch and pulled a nearby blanket over his tired body, within minutes: he was snoring.

Silently, Rose paced into the bathroom and searched frantically for her first aid kit. Richard didn't stop her, he watched as she aided the sleeping figure. Cleaning his wounds and scattering band aids over cuts. Turning to Richard she gestured to the box, "Want me to clean your face up?" he shook his head, no.

"Lets go to my room then, I guess we have a lot to talk about and you owe me an apology for slapping me across the face." She muttered, walking into the darkness of her room and reaching over to turn on a small corner lamp. The illumination was dim, leaving half the room somewhat dark. Turning around, she caught a glimpse at a large bouquet held up with his slender fingers. A small smile nearly formed on her lips, but she frowned. "You have to do better than that you know, all you've done is fuck with my head and turn around and hurt me more." She took the flowers and set them by her nightstand. They were a mix of red and white roses with pink tulips. "I know nothing I ever say will ever amount to how I feel for you," He paused, moving close to her figure. His hands began to roam her body over the fabric of the dress. "And everything I do, is always the opposite of how I feel." Richard cupped her bottom under the dress, pulling her closer as he gripped. His finger grazed over her panties, right above her clit. In a gentle motion, he moved his finger in a circular motion over the sweet spot. Rose avoided his gaze and huffed under her breath, "Look at me."

Raising her gaze toward him, he pulled his hand up and licked his index finger and middle finger, enveloping them in a layer of saliva. He did all this while staring her down, before moving his hand back to its original placement, but instead, this time he slid his fingers inside. Her body tensed up at the feeling, gasping under her breath she let out a soft moan. "Fuck." Rose whined out, "Do you accept my apology Rosie?" She was about to argue but he added another finger and teased her clit with his other hand. Eventually, her underwear came off. And eventually, he did make her orgasm all over his fingers.

Licking his fingers clean, and sucking them he watched as she got herself together. But he couldn't help but to frown when she started sliding her underwear back on. Tilting his head, he shoved her down on the bed and spread her legs open before they made their way up past her knees. "Now who gave you permission to put those back on? Who told you that was okay?" His voice was raspy and demanding in her ear. Just as she was about to answer, fingers were shoved back inside her— "N-no one— I'm sorry." She whined out, raising her hips toward him. His fingers were soon replaced by his member. Under his breath, he grunted and gripped onto her hard. She was sure to bruise after this. "Keep in mind that you will always belong to me and no one else." He growled, taking a hold of her neck and pressing down slightly while thrusting his hips.
In time, both of them finished off and were laying beside each other.

Richard, with a cigarette tucked between his lips— and Rose cuddling into his chest. The moonlight illuminated the two silhouettes on the bed. It felt right to be by his side again. Things with Michael felt awkward, even— forced.
"I do owe you an apology though." Richard cut the silence, turning to stare at her. "I'm sorry." He exhaled the smoke from his lips and turned to stare at the face beaming beside him. Although his temple and lip was bruised, Rose still found him gorgeous. "I accept your apology, you hurt me again and I'll plant a bullet between your eyes." She muttered, taking his cigarette and taking a long drag from it. Her comment earned her a chuckle from the male. "Whatever you say little girl."

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This came out shorter than expected! But I will gladly be updating tomorrow as well <3 happy late—ish Valentine's Day <3
Anyone got any song recommendations? Drop them in the comments please!!

Kira.