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Notes: For all my RZK lovers! Another Ich Will related drabble (it's mentioned he's related to a crime organization). This has dubious consent, so if you're not comfortable reading, please don't! Otherwise... Enjoy!
Two hours ago you got a text from a familiar number.
Dinner. 8 PM. I'll pick you up.
You knew exactly what he meant by 'Dinner'. Honestly you were tired of his messages. You couldn't deny that you enjoyed the free food, the wining and dining, an excuse to get dressed up. But you knew that what came after was pretty non negotiable. You liked him, you thought he was incredibly handsome, with a bad boy exterior. Yet, you still seemed to know nothing about him. It had been six months since you'd met at that club. You were out with your girlfriends and decently drunk when he came up to you. He stood out, wearing a dark suit with a white dress shirt and a matching black tie, his black hair expertly spiked up in all directions. He looked more like a bouncer or some sort of official, not a patron. Yet he pulled the same shit he does now, feeds you drinks and takes you home. Somehow his repeated gimmicks still continued to work on you.
Maybe it was you hoping that this could be something more? Holding out for hope that he would finally share some useful information about himself? Open up to you finally? Tell you why the fuck he always wears that leather glove. You would be lying if you said you didn't wish for him to ask you to be his girlfriend officially. You hoped tonight would be the night that he would show you that maybe this was something more than just playing around. Yet, your patience was thin. You weren't going to do this much longer if he wasn't going to make a move. No matter how good the sex was.
You stood outside your apartment building in your short strapless black dress, waiting patiently for Richard to arrive. Another thing you could give him was that he was always punctual. You smiled when he pulled up, opening the door for you. "Hi darling. You look good." He looked you up and down, admiring the delicate pearl necklace you wore and the long slit in the side of your dress.
"So do you Richard." Your smile widened when he leaned in and kissed your cheek, ushering you into his silver Audi with his leather gloved hand.
Getting into the car he drove the both of you to one of the fanciest restaurants in the city. You knew he liked to show off, but you hoped that this was him setting up to ask you to be his girlfriend. Richard held out his arm, which you took gracefully, letting him lead the both of you inside. He had reserved a table by the windows, looking over the lake. He ordered an expensive bottle of wine, engaging in the normal small talk that bored you to no end. Yet of course, you engaged. You answered all of his questions politely, letting him lead the conversation as he always did. Because of course, whenever you asked him any sort of personal question, he'd avoid it like the plague.
As your steak arrived to the table you felt like you were going to go crazy with all of his awkward small talk. You tried to bare through it as best as you could, focusing more on your steak than the conversation. Finally you couldn't take it any longer.
"Richard." You snapped, watching as he looked at you with his eyebrows raised, shutting up immediately. "I'd like to be upfront with you. I feel like this isn't working. I'm not just some play thing for you to pick up whenever you need a quick fix."
"What? Y/N. I don't have any idea what you're talking about." He stopped cutting his food, setting the silverware down and sitting back in his chair. Running his hand over his stubble before crossing his arms, eyebrows furrowing in a mix of confusion and irritation.
"I'm saying, you only come get me when you want to have sex. Yes, you treat me to dinner. And I appreciate that. But you never say anything important! Nothing to get to know you, nothing that seems like you really give a shit. I like you a lot Richard. And honestly I've been hoping that you'd want me to be your girlfriend. Maybe ask me out for real. Not just for dinner and sex." You spoke, lips settling into a hard line, gripping your utensils firmly while anger slowly boiled in your chest.
Richard sighed. He had a lot to keep secret from you. He didn't want you involved in his work, he didn't want you to get into any trouble because of what he does. Yeah he thought that this would just be some sort of fling, a nice dinner and a quick fuck one and a while. Obviously you wanted more, and now after getting to know you so did he! But with the lifestyle he leads, it would be cruel to drag you into it, even if you wanted it. And even if cruel was a prime descriptive word for him. You seemed like a really nice girl, and he believed you deserved better, even if he wanted you for himself. "I'm sorry Y/N, it's just-"
"Don't apologize if you don't mean it. If you're just going to keep doing this shit. Apologize when you're actually going to change, because I'm tired of having my hopes crushed every time." You shoved your chair back, dropping your silverware onto the table with a loud clatter, turning around swiftly walking out of the restaurant.
Richard wanted to chase after you, to call after you, tell you how he wanted to pursue this further, how he wanted to let you see every part of him. All of the dark sides, the secrets he kept. But he sat still in his chair. Only when he realized what a scene you caused did he stand slowly, putting a wad of cash on the table, enough to cover the bill with a very generous tip before walking out with grace. His gloved hand shoved into his pocket while his other held onto the edge of his suit jacket. He saw you outside, one arm crossed around you while the other held your phone, obviously looking for a ride.
"Y/N. Please." Richard spoke firmly, stepping closer to you, grabbing a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket, placing it between his lips and grabbing the lighter with his ungloved hand, lighting it with little effort.
"Go away Richard. You can't convince me to go home with you." You growled, shooting a vile glare his way.
He was shocked by your glare, how you could switch from your normal kind attitude to something so disagreeable. "You wouldn't even hear me out!" His words only slightly muffled by the cigarette hanging between his lips.
Your glare only intensified, this time shoving a finger into his chest. "Because you never tell me the truth about anything. You're a damn liar who keeps everything from me!"
Richard felt a familiar burn of anger rise within him. A feeling that doesn't show itself outside of work. Outside of hostages who piss him off just the right way. He tried to take a deep breath, inhaling the calming smoke while reminding himself that you didn't know who he was, what he could do.
"And you still have nothing to say! You asshole!" You shouted, pushing him as hard as you could.
He didn't move an inch from your push, only looking down at you with fire in his eyes. "You don't know who I am. And that was for your own good. But you're about to find out." He snarled, exhaling a cloud of smoke in your face, grabbing your wrist with a death grip and dragging you towards his car.
"Get your fucking hands off of me!" You tried to pull away, putting as much resistance as you could against him.
Richard scoffed at your attempt, ripping you from the ground and throwing you over his shoulder, letting you thrash in his arms, fighting with everything you could against his iron grip. He'd always enjoyed a fight. More than anyone else in his gang, he was a fighter. And he couldn't help but enjoy the way you struggled, the way your fists slammed against his muscular back, the way the tight dress rode up your thighs, not leaving much to the imagination. You knew full well from all of the times in bed together how he was built, how pinning you down was no problem at all. You were foolish to forget.
It was only when you let out an ear piercing scream that he didn't think it was all so funny anymore. He yanked open the car door, throwing you in the backseat. "Shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you." He spoke angerly before slamming the door, locking it.
If there weren't smoke coming out of his mouth, it certainly would've been coming out of his ears.
Getting in the drivers seat he started the car, taking off in the direction of your apartment, cracking the window so the smoke from his half gone cigarette wouldn't overwhelm the car. "You know, I kept everything a secret from you for your own safety. So no scary monster would hunt you down in the middle of the night when you went and snitched to the police. But you get what you ask for right?" He turned to look at you with a devilish smirk, a chill running down your spine. "Well sweet girl. I kill people for a living. I steal, kill, and hurt. You're lucky I love you, otherwise you would've been next after this little stunt you pulled." You saw his ungloved hand grip the steering wheel, his knuckles white with anger. "You heard me right? I fucking love you." He growled, eyes focused on the road as he drove dangerously.
"Richard I'm sorry-"
"Ohhhh now you're sorry!" He threw his hands up incredulously. "You're going to have to do more than just apologize with your words baby girl. Forgiveness doesn't come for free where I come from." He shot a dangerous glance back at you through the rear view mirror. "Now that you know what I do, you get to live by those rules now. There's no going back."
You felt tears prick your eyes, fear coursing through your veins. He scared you. Bad. You didn't know what he was capable of, what he would do to you. You kept quiet the rest of the ride, just hoping he'd take mercy on you.
Parking the car behind your apartment complex, he shut off the engine, snuffing his cigarette out on the cold concrete, pulling you from the backseat and throwing you over his shoulder once again, carrying you up to your apartment. He turned around in front of your door, letting you hang in front of the doorknob, refusing to let you down.
"Open it." He snapped.
You shakily shoved the key in the lock, pushing the door open when it clicked. Swiftly turning around and entering your elegant apartment, Richard made sure to lock the door behind him, throwing you on your large bed. He stood over you, loosening his tie with his one good hand. "You have some apologizing to do sweetheart."
You didn't move from your spot on the bed, eyes wide with fear.
"Either you do it or I help you do it. The choice is yours."
You felt the tears well over, falling down your pretty cheeks. Richard hated to admit it turned him on. He let you sit and cry, letting you realize he wasn't going anywhere without your 'apology'. Only then did you move to the floor, slumping down to your knees in defeat. He slid off his suit jacket, tossing it somewhere in the room. He watched as you took off his belt, unbuttoning his nice dress pants and pulling them down just enough to let his hard cock out. He loved the way your perfectly done makeup was now ruined, running down your face with each tear.
"Such a good girl for me..." He said lovingly, any feeling of anger dissipated from his body as he stroked your face, admiring you.
You leaned into his touch subconsciously, always being so weak for him. Richard tapped his cock on your trembling lips to which you opened, letting him inside. You obediently went down on him, sucking just how he liked at just the right pace, your tears still dripping down your face. He reveled in the fact that you would be so good for him, follow his orders with only mild protest. Maybe it was the fear he instilled in you. Or maybe you really did love him. But having you do as he wanted, and cry over his cock, was something that really got him going.
He let you take it how you wanted, being kind and not attacking your throat as he wanted to. Just admiring the way you cried, the way your manicured nails dug into his thighs. You were a fucking mess and he loved it. Before he could reach his climax he pulled away.
"On the bed. Take off the dress." He ordered.
"Richard please-" You pleaded, hoping that you could just get him off quick and he'd leave. You'd never have to see him again.
"Now Y/N."
You took a deep breath, sniffling as you stood, taking off your dress slowly and getting onto the bed. Your knees ached from your time spent on the floor. You watched him unbutton his dress shirt, his strong abs and deep scars on full display, shimmying the rest of the way out of his slacks. If it weren't for the circumstances you would be incredibly turned on. He stalked towards you, pushing you so your head hit the pillows below, climbing on top of you. Richard smashed his lips against yours, a large calloused hand groping your breast. Your fear betrayed you as you let out a small whimper of pleasure. You felt him smirk against your lips. He knew you'd crumble. He knew no matter what you were his. Whether he made it official or not.
Richard continued attacking your lips, giving his cock a few more stokes before pushing into you, not caring about the prep. This was his time. Your apology. What he deserved from you. He watched with dark eyes as you cried, the stretch was something you weren’t ready to accommodate. You tried pushing against his scarred chest, which didn’t disturb his pace whatsoever. You knew that he wouldn’t hurt you excessively, yet this sort of force was new. Even with his harsh movements he wiped your tears with a calloused finger, putting it to his lips to lick off. The pain slowly subsided into a dull pleasure, growing with each harsh thrust from Richard. No matter what he did, you loved him. Dispite all the harsh words, you were his.
You let him take you how he wanted, gripping your waist and pulling your hips to meet his. The slapping of skin and deep moans filling your small apartment. Your neighbors probably hating your guts at the moment.
You knew he was getting close when he let his head hang, lips slightly parted as he sang mindless praises to you. His pace growing erratic the closer he came to his peak. With another sharp thrust and a deep growl he emptied himself into you, making sure you knew exactly who you belonged to. He stilled, catching his breath, admiring you from where you laid, spread out perfectly for him. For only him.
"Just because I'm feeling generous despite your stunt earlier, I'll let you finish." He spoke firmly, giving himself a few more moments to collect himself before regaining his hammering pace from before. It didn't take much longer for you to finish, scratching down his chest as you tried to ground yourself from the earthshattering orgasm. He watched as you slammed your hands to the sheets, grabbing them with a death grip, throwing your head back into the pillows with a loud moan. You were perfect. And you were his.
Slowly he pulled out, watching his essence flow out of you onto the sheets. That was about enough to get him going once more. Yet he restrained himself. Getting up off the bed and cleaning the both of you.
"You did good." He smiled, settling back into bed after turning the lights off.
You had no words, your brain fried from the mind-blowing sex. He chuckled at your lack of response. Your dazed look only inflating his ego further. Pulling you close he planted a kiss on the top of your head. You relished in the extreme warmth of his tanned skin, resting your head on his broad chest.
"I love you Richard..." You spoke quietly, barely loud enough for him to hear.
"I love you more. Much more." He smiled up to the ceiling, reminding himself that now you weren't going anywhere.
