Hating The Mafia King

15: Ungreatful Hearts

I tentatively reach out, my finger lightly tracing the contours of Richie's sculpted chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. With a mix of anticipation and desire, I firmly grasp his neck, pulling him closer to me.

"The room feels like it's on fire, Richie. Should I turn on the air conditioner?" I ask, my voice laced with a playful tone.

A mischievous smile spreads across Richie's face as he catches on to my game. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you, Rachel Green?" he teases, his voice tinged with a hint of huskiness.

"Absolutely," I respond, a playful glimmer in my eyes.

His gaze intensifies, his hand gently tugging my head closer to his. Our lips hover tantalizingly close, the air thick with anticipation.

"Now would be the perfect time to cool things down with the air conditioner because, trust me, things are about to get even hotter," he whispers in a husky voice, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and mischief putting me in a realization that I'm messing with the wrong person.

Richie's mind seems to be filled with thoughts and emotions that I'm not quite prepared to confront. Though, I hold my ground, maintaining eye contact with him for a moment before I make the decision to turn away. However, just as I begin to move, Richie surprises me by grabbing my hand and pulling me closer to him. I'm taken aback, wondering how he managed to do so without showing any signs of pain. It appears that he may not be as injured as I initially believed.

Before I could snap out of my thoughts, Richie pulled me into a tight embrace, his eyes filled with desire. We don't exchange any words, just locked in a gaze, lost in the moment. Suddenly, he leans in and gently kisses me, starting off soft and then gradually intensifying. I find myself clinging to him, feeling like he's the only stable thing in a world that's spinning around me. His passionate kisses send shivers down my spine, awakening sensations I never knew existed. And amidst the whirlwind of emotions, I realize that I'm kissing him back.

Richie smirks against my lips, pulling me closer, and before I know it, we both sink onto the bed. The kiss is intense, and I can feel the passion building between us. Our lips never part for even a moment as Richie's movements become more urgent. It's like he's trying to consume me with his kisses, and I eagerly respond, my mouth open, seeking more. The sensation of his beard brushing against my cheeks adds an extra layer of excitement as I hold onto him tightly, not wanting this moment to end. I don't know what's going on in my head but somehow I feel good about what I am doing.

As our tongues dance and intertwine, the intensity continues to grow. Richie releases my lips, and I find myself staring at him, breathless and filled with desire. His lips find their way to my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that send shivers down my spine. I can't help but arch my back, feeling a surge of pleasure rush through me. The wetness between my legs only intensifies as Richie's hand reaches down, igniting a fire within me. The moment I feel is cold fingers on my core, my eyes shot open and a wave of clarity washes over me, as I realize the gravity of the situation.

"Richie, stop," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. He raises his head, concern etched on his face. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice filled with worry.

"I can't," I respond. Not waiting for an answer, I quickly jump off the bed and make my way to the bathroom.

I lock the door behind me and standing In front of the sink, I splash water on my face, trying to regain my composure. As I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I let out a sigh. My unfaithful heart led me astray for a moment. There must be something wrong with me because I don't usually give in so easily, but today was different. I leaned into Richie, of all people in this world, Richard Maranzano. I can't believe I did that, I feel disgusted with myself right now.