-> English is not my native language, so bear with me because there will probably be some grammatical mistakes.
Summary: Rio, a dangerous, ruthless gangster, stumbles your path.
Rating: Mature, Explicit.
Warnings: Smut. Mentions of rape and assault.
Word count: 2.7k
A/N: Ok prepare yourselves because a lot of stuff happens in this chapter. Hold on tight but enjoy I guess? Reblogs and feedback are very welcome.
"I bumped into my desk in the shop." You blur out.
Rio's eyes harden as he examines you. He tilts your head by grabbing your chin. You've covered your nose with concealer. But, because he notices everything, he doesn't miss that it's a little swollen.
"Nah. Don't…lie to me. We are past that now." He mentions to your nose angrily. "Let me ask you again. Who did this to you?"
"I told you, no one. I was wearing heels, and I fell. It happens." You make an effort to appear nonchalant and convincing.
His nostrils flare with rage. As violence swells inside him like a storm, his chest swells with quick breaths. He doesn't believe what you're saying. He's not going to let this pass until he has answers.
You climb on top of him and lay your forehead on his. Under your nightgown, he grabs your ass again and tries to focus on what happened to you. "Who touched you?"
Your knees are at his sides as you straddle him. Usually, as a plus-size woman, you would feel insecure doing that, but for some reason, with him, you feel very comfortable. Then you grasp Rio's face in the palm of your hand. "No one." You whisper.
You clutch his chest and crush your mouth against his. He kisses you back fiercely and possessively the minute your tongue tries to enter, he tangles his hand around your neck, and you yank your hips into his.
He bites your lip. "Tell me, mama."
The warmth of his mouth sent a current running through your body. You grind your bare pussy against his cock, distracting him as you lost yourself in his soft lips. You are floating on a cloud of Rio rich intoxicating scent.
He rips his mouth away. "I wanna know!"
You sag, your voice hollow.." Can we drop this, please?" You begin to unbuckle his belt. "I'm clean, by the way."
"Glad to hear that, sweetheart, but it's a little late for that." He says he pinches your nipple through your nightie. "You on birth control?"
"Glad to hear that, but it's a little late for that." You reply, imitating him. You teasingly deepen your voice as you undo the buttons on his pants. You clear your throat before admitting. "I can't get pregnant." There was a change in his mood. "I don't want to talk about it. Right now, I just want to fuck, so are you going to do something about it?" You ask sarcastically.
"I'm thinking, maybe dinner and a movie first? I don't wanna rush anything. I've been hurt, darling." He grins as helping you undressing him.
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As the weeks pass, a routine begins to settle. Between your work, the fake money. You don't have much time left to see your sister or Adrian. On the other hand, you spend more time with Rio. Your attempt to resist him is a complete fail because each time you give in, You start developing deeper feelings for him, and it scared the hell of you. You persuaded yourself at first that it was just plain sex, but you want to learn more about him, about his life, what he likes. Since the night he found out about your bruises, he's been more protective. Even if the subject hasn't been brought up, he was still skeptical about your "accident." As a result, Mick now follows you around like a shadow at Rio's request.
You didn't like that at all. However, you must acknowledge that you feel safer now that your step-father is back. You scoff at yourself; he isn't even married to your mother, yet he had made sure that you and your sister refer to him as such when you first met him. He doesn't deserve that title. The moment he came into your workplace, he tried to reach you several times. You ignored him until now, no more running. You discovered that he's on a business trip near your town after seeking information on him.
You pull up to his office and park in front of his building, ready to face him. He's a lawyer, which explains why your mother was so taken with him. Her previous relationships had always ended prematurely. Steve was different, though; she didn't want to let him go because he made very good money. You took advantage of Mick's absence to confront him.
You storm in, ignoring the pleading secretary.
"Ma'am, you can't go in there. They are in a meeting."
You fling open the door. Getting everyone in the conference room's interest in you.
"I'm going to call the security." Warn the secretary before walking away.
"What do you think you're doing?" Demand Steve.
"Hey everybody, sorry to bother you, but you see, I'm here because this pathetic excuse of a man is a pedophile." They all gasps. You don't take your eyes off him. You to witness his downfall. You want to see the moment he realizes his world is crumbling. "He began rapping me when I was 14 years old! He drugged me so I couldn't scream. He took advantage of me while I was weak and vulnerable. I was diagnosed with a generalized tonic-clonic seizure. I couldn't even fight back. You see, dear "step-father," I have regained my strength, I am no longer a victim, and I will never be. I am no longer that little girl you hurt." You make a pause, shaking your head. "You care about your appearance solely to hide the monster that you are." He's enraged, to say the least. It made you smile. It gave you the courage to go on. "You know, it took me years to survive you, to overcome the fear when I'm alone with a man. But not anymore. I'm erasing every trace of you. You're going to watch me moving on while your life falls apart. I hope what you did gives you nightmares. I hope my face haunts you. I pray that whenever you think about me, your conscience eats you up until you can't bear it anymore." You take a deep breath. "They deserve to know so they can protect their family." Your attention shifts around the table, catching everyone's gaze. "I won't trust him alone with a child, and neither should you."
You hear a pair of footsteps behind you.
"It's her."
When you turn around, you meet the secretary. Two security guards escort her.
"I'm leaving anyway."
You go to the nearest bathroom to throw up.
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It was your day off when Beth called you.
"Hey, it's been a long time since I heard from you." You greet her through the phone.
"I need your help." She responds abruptly.
"What's going on?"
"The FBI is after me. They will call you about me. We need to have the same story." Her panic is audible in her voice.
"How did it happen?" You get off of the sofa, alarmed.
"It's a long story. Before we met, there was this FBI agent Turner on our trail. He was murdered during an operation, which freed us of any investigation, but it turns out he had a colleague, and now he's in charge of the case."
"What do you want me to say to them?" You're confused; you don't understand why she didn't inform you earlier about this.
"I know I'm asking you a lot, and you took a risk by helping us last time. For that, I will be forever grateful, but now we must give him Rio."
"What? No way." You argue. Is she out of her mind? Was she utterly clueless to the danger that her proposition could cause? If Rio doesn't get arrested, he'll turn on you and the girls, and If, by some miracle, he ends up in jail, one of his gang friends is going to avenge him or replace him.
"He's a criminal Y/N."
"We are criminals too, Beth! And why do we have this conversation on the phone if the FBI is after you?"
"I'm calling from a different number. Please think about this."
After a few days, you're at this agent's office.
His desk is piled with files. The carpet was a deep shade of marine green. There was just one window, which was vertical, small, and surrounded by chicken wire.
He adjusts his tie as he sits in his chair, a false patient smile on his face. "I have Mrs. Boland's statement. There's a lot going with you ladies, so why don't you tell me what's happening?"
"I'm sorry, but why I'm here, agent…?"
"Agent Trent." He maintains his composure while reminding you firmly of his name.
"Agent Trent. I'm just an employee at a stationery store."
He raises a brow. "Really?" He folds his hands over his stomach. "I don't think so. There are too many questions unanswered concerning you so enlighten me. What's your relation with Mrs. Boland?"
"We started off as colleagues and we subsequently became friends."
"Ok." He mocks your claim with a nod. "What about Rio?"
Your pulse quickens. "Who's Rio" ask, feigning ignorance. He takes a file from the desk and hands over to you a photograph of the man you can't get out of your head. "This guy."
You must take precautions. If they question Lucy, they'll figure out you're lying by claiming you don't know him.
"He was a client from our store. He wanted a custom printing." Well, at least that is true. He's scrutinizing you. "I've had enough. This is ridiculous. I'm wasting my time here. You have nothing against me."
"Yes, for now. But trust me when I say that I'll find out what you're up to with your so-called "friends." He wasn't trying to be friendly anymore. You’re aware that there is a threat lurking beneath his promise.
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Beth straightens up at the sight of Rio.
"Why didn't you answer your phone?"
"What can I say? I'm a busy man." He shrugs.
"I want in."
"It ain't gonna happen." he sneers, putting both of his hands in his pockets.
"I'll do whatever you want! I'll make up to you!"
"Not interested."
"You took everything I had. Even my friend!" She explodes out of the chair.
He instantly gets menacing when she mentions you.
"You're gonna leave her be."
"No. She's my friend. MY friend, you hear me?"
"Oh, you still think you got a say in this, huh? You don't. That ship sailed when you put three slugs in me!"
"It was your fault."
"Doesn't matter. I ain't gonna risk my business for your bitch ass drama. Stay out of our way."
"Stay out of our way. What do you mean our w…" She repeats and it clicks. She perceives the meaning behind the phrase. "Oh my god. You're sleeping with her." She states in disbelief.
"Listen to me, yeah? I did you a favor. Thank your lucky stars. You're still alive because of me, but I can change that real quick. Don't tempt me, darling." His patience is running out.
"You're so smitten with her already. You only see what you want to see. Great job, Mr. CFO. While you're screwing her, she's talking to the feds." She gushes.
He remains still, his face twist with anger in a second. His veins throb with adrenaline.
"That's right." She continues with a snide smile. "You think you can keep an eye on her every minute? That you can prevent her from seeing me? I have great news for you: she's helping me. She let me use the equipment to produce fake money. I bet you don't even know why she's counterfeiting money in the first place. I told you you needed me."
He's in so much rage that he is unable to talk. His eyes grow cold. His inside tightens.
"She didn't choose you... She's just playing you. I guess it's still lonely on the top, is in it?"
"How do you know?" He grits out, rubbing a finger over his mouth.
"About your rotten egg? She told me."
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Rio texts you to come to the warehouse without elaborating. When you arrive, it's cold and it's empty. There is nobody, the silence creeps you out. You take a careful stroll to the Rio office, hoping to see him. As you enter, you see him sitting behind his desk.
He doesn't even bother to look at you. His dark eyes are wild, and his jaw is set in a hard line. "Take a seat." His full attention is on his laptop.
You pull up a chair and sit in silence. He rolls his shoulders
"How did manage to counterfeit my money so quickly?"
You blink, not sure where he's going with this.
"It's technical." Your tone is a little hoarse, full of uncertainty and apprehension.
"Go on, try me, darling. I'm quite technical."
He finally meets your eyes, but his face is blank. There's no emotion. You don't like it. Something is wrong.
"I don't understand."
"Let's try a different question, yeah? who you work with?" You frown, lost.
"Alone."
"I think we can skip the pretences at this point." His voice is soft, calm. In contrast, his gaze is stern. "What were you doing with the feds?"
Of course, he knows. You keep your mouth shut. Wanting to keep Beth out of trouble.
"You've gone very quiet for some strange reason. Here let me help you." He turns the laptop toward you.
It's a footage. There's a wounded man on the floor. While Mick is standing still behind him. It took you a minute to recognize Adrian.
"Why? WHY? You don't even know him. he didn't do anything to you." Tears appear out of nowhere.
"It's up to you if he lives, mama. Is that a problem for you?"
"I didn't say anything." You implore him with your eyes.
"You want me to believe that?"
"YES!"
"Kinda like for your bruises right? Nah. I ain’t buying it. That's not what it looks like." He gives you a once-over, then types something on his phone. He glances at the laptop, where Mick walks up to your friend.
"Stop. STOP." But he doesn't listen or acknowledge you. You remain your gaze glued on the scene, powerless. Mick smashes his foot on Adrian's skull several.
"Please make him stop." You can't stand witnessing this. He texts something on his phone again. You're relieved when you see Mick backing away.
"Start talking." He demands
"Like I said, I didn't say anything. They contacted me and wanted to know what's the nature of our relationship. I told them that you were a customer. That's it."
He rubs a hand down his face, over his, and glares at you. "Then why did you hide it?"
"Because it wasn't worth mentioning."
"Why do you counterfeit money Y/N?"
I give him raw honesty. "Because I need my medicine."
"Now we're getting somewhere." His tone is low and deep, and it vibrates through you. "The way I see it, either you completely comply and tell me everything I wanna know, or your boy over here is not gonna make it. So what's gonna be?" He asks, his face solemn, gesturing to Adrian.
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You rush to your house to gather certain things in order to get Adrian. You're almost done when you hear a knock on your door.
When you peer through the lock, you notice that it's your "stepfather."
You slam the door open in a frenzy.
"What do you want? I don't have time for this." You see him for the first time neglecting his looks, he’s wearing sloppy clothes. His hair is untamed. His eyes are glassy. You wonder if he’s drunk. He walks into your apartment.
"You know what you did with your little show the other day? I lost everything because of you." He stats bitterly.
"I don't care." You stare down your nose at him, disgusted.
"I was about to leave, but then I couldn't get your words out of my head. You made me sound like a monster."
"Because you are.
"You sure? The things you've said about you being a helpless victim? Me taking advantage of you? Come on. You wanted me to notice you with your tiny tops and thighs jeans. It was your fault. You knew I wouldn't be able to resist you. You provoked me."
"You’re sick. Out now!"
He's making you late. You turn to the door to persuade him to go, when you hear him say.
"I have something for you."
"I don't want anythi—" As you whirl around to face him, he stabs you in the stomach with a knife. You tumble due to the impact. Your body becomes motionless in shock. You don't feel anything until a few seconds afterwards. The pain kicks in, The agony becomes unbearable, and you begin to feel engulfed by a suffocating heat. It burns. You look down to see thick blood gushing abundantly. It's gruesome. You didn't know your body contains so much blood.
"You did all that talking. It's my turn now." He reveals, twisting the knife.
Warnings : language, mentions of laundering money, gang friend!, violence, guns, mentions of past cheating, flirting, light smut!
Not my gif!!!
Hey guy! Sorry this post is behind! I ran late on time, this one is a little short, but I will have a longer one out tomorrow! Stay tuned! I hope you guys like it!😊
Were you crazy? Seriously, you can’t fall for a guy like that. You knew better, or did you....
You were currently waiting for Rio to show up, he called and said he needed to talk about “business”. So you offered for him to come over.
There’s a knock at the door that pulls you out of your thoughts, you walk up to the door stopping at the mirror to check your reflection. You fix your boobs and hair, then you open the door...
“Hey mama” Rio says with a smirk
“Hi” you say barley above a whisper
“Sorry come in” you chuckle but move off to the side so he can enter
“Where’s the husband and kids” Rio said walking into your kitchen
He hears you sigh behind him before turning around and stopping in front of you
“Sorry I meant ex-husband” he adds
“Out with the kids. Movies. They actually just left so it looks like you got here on time” you look directly into his eyes
“Yeah looks like it mama” Rio looks directly back at you
Clearing your throat, you walkpast Rio and get on the other side of the island. Putting some distance between the two of you.
“So what business did you want to discuss” you put your hands on the island
“How’s Nick doing” Rio ignores your question
“Fine. He’s fine” you say quickly, not wanting to talk about your cheating husband
“Ah damn, that Nick’s a trip man” Rio laughs out
“Is that what you came here for. You insult my ex-husband?” You raise your voice this time
“Chill mama, I’m just making conversation. Why you defending him anyways” Rio licks his lips and looks at you
“Does it have to do with the ring that’s still on your finger” his eyes drop down to your left hand that’s on the island
You follow his eyes and looks at your left hand
“I haven’t gotten around to taking it off” you take your left hand off the island
Rio walks over to you, trapping you between the island and his body
“You know, I’ve been thinking and I really wanna know. Did he ever make you cum” Rio asks looking at you
You drop you head and look at the floor
“I mean cause if he did, you’d have a lot less attitude” Rio lifts your chin up with his fingers
He uses those same fingers to move your bangs out your face
“You listened, you wore your hair down this time. Good girl” Rio leans in, his face less than an inch away from yours
All you can think about is kissing him, so you follow your mind.
You connect your lips to his and he uses his hand to connect it to the back of your neck. As he deeps the kiss and slips his tongue into your mouth. You moan into his mouth at the change of actions.
You’re so caught up in the kiss you don’t even feel his hand making it’s way down to in pants until his hand is resting right on your pussy. You moan and pull back
“Say yes” he says stroking your folds with his finger
“Fuck” you moan out
“Yes. Yes Rio” you moan
“Good girl mama” Rio starts kissing your neck, leaving marks. Big marks.
Suddenly he pushes two fingers into you and you moan out at the feeling. Haven’t felt good in so long, it’s almost like this is all new to you.
“Fuck Rio” you moan out grabbing into his shoulders
“Cum. Just let go. Do it” Rio commands
That does it. You cum and you can hear him chuckling as you come down from your high.
Rio pulls his fingers out of you and out you pants. He leans past you and grabs paper towel to wipe his hands, he puts the paper in his back pocket.
“I’ll see you soon mama” Rio says putting his hand back on your hip
You bite your lip at the pet name
“Wait what about business” you say before he reaches the front door
“That was business darling” Rio shoots back
“But if your talking about real business, you and your suburban bitches better be ready to clean my money” Rio says before walking to your door
“Oh and, take that ring off your finger…. He’s gonna be a distraction” Rio adds turning around to face you with a smirk on his face
“How will he be a distraction” you question
“You love him?” Rio asked you
You’re quiet for a minute. You did love Nick, you just weren’t in-love with him. After everything he did.
“I… I don’t-“ you stutter
“Exactly” Rio said before walking out the door
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It’s midnight and all you can think about is Rio…
Your phone starts ringing bringing you out of your thoughts… speak of the devil
“What” you spit into the phone
“Cmon ma, don’t talk to me that way. Especially after earlier” you can hear Rio’s smirk over the phone
“What do you want” you say
“Be at the suburban bitches house tomorrow at 9am….. don’t be late ma” That all Rio said before he hung up……
You walked into your house, ready to show him everything you bought him, Marcus and yourself from your shopping spree.
“Rio! I’m back baby!” You yelled, getting no response, you heard shuffling from the bedroom, and thinking he was there, you went.
Before you could push open the door, the sound of a woman moaning your mans name stopped you.
You chuckled, taking off your shoes, and tying your hair up into a bun. “He’s got me fucked up.” You muttered to yourself, dropping the bags on the floor before busting into the room.
“Rio!” You screamed, watching as he rolled off of the woman fast ass hell. He muttered a quick “fuck” as he seen how pissed off you were.
You took a good look at her face, realizing it was Beth mother fuming Boland. “Are you fucking serious?” You asked, walking closer to the bed. You were gonna fuck them up.
Rio hopped off the bed with the sheets covering his lower half and stepped in front of you. “Mama, don’t it’s not worth it.” To you it sounded like he was trying to protect her. You looked past him to see Beth smirking at you, fresh hickies on both their necks.
You punched rio in the throatl as hard as you could, right where his tattoo was before charging towards Beth who was now looking scared.
You grabbed her by the hair and pulled her across the bed, hitting her at the same time
“Laugh now you dumb bitch!” You yelled, kicking her in the head.
“Y/N stop mama.” Rio yanked you off of her crying form. You seen that he had on his boxers now. He turned towards Beth. “Get the hell out!” He barked. Beth looked at his shocked face but seeing his sleft her no type of arguments as she stood up with her clothes you tripped her as she tried to run past you.
“Get the fuck off me!” You yelled in his face, wriggling your hands out of his grasp. “In my bed rio are you fucking serious?” You swung at him, catching him in his jaw, before trying to hit him again. He grabbed you again.
“Mama stop, it was a mistake, I’m sorry.” He said looking you in your eyes.
You closed your eyes and took a breath. “Rio let me go before I hurt you.” You spoke with more fight in you. “You fucked this women in my bed Rio! You married me but had that audacity to fuck the woman who you always complain about in my bed. Just let me go.” You whispered.
He let your hand go, and watched as you walked out the room. You grabbed your shoes and bags, walking out the house. As the door shut Rio sat on the bed, with his head down in shame.
You on the other hand sat in your car, trying to calm yourself down. You rested your hand on your stomach, cradling the little life you had inside you.
You and rio had an argument before he left for the day. The argument was stupid but It ended with him saying “you don’t run shit in my life.”
By the time rio got home, you had cooled off but still had an attitude. You didn’t say anything to him as he walked through the door. Dodged his kiss, and refused to say anything to him as he guided you to the couch to talk.
Rio refused to let you stay angry with him, so he thought talking would fix everything. He was prepared to apologize for the way he talked to you. That went down the drain, when you refused to do anything.
To apologize fully, rio decided he was going to take you out to dinner. You barely said two things during the dinner, ending things with, “mmhm, yep, nope, and thanks.”
To piss him off more, halfway throughout dinner, you got on your phone, something you both promised not to do because of the little time you got to spend together, you both wanted each other’s full attention.
When the waitress came back asking if you both wanted dessert, he dismissed her, “nah, just bring the check.”
That pissed you off even more, not even because you wanted the dessert but because he didn’t even ask.
After the check came, he pulled you out of your chair, heavily guiding you out with his hand on the middle of your back.
Throughout the car ride home, rio didn’t touch you not once. He didn’t try to make small talk, which was fine by you. He was fuming in his seat, ready to get your ass home.
To make the situation worse, when you pulled up in front of the house, you got out and slammed his car door as hard as you could. Rio sat in the car, looking at where your body used to be, mad ass hell.
When he walked in the house you were slamming the cupboard doors closed, looking for something sweet. You knew you were being dramatic but shit you didn’t care.
Rio just followed you quietly through the house, listening to you talk your shit and slam doors. He leaned against the bathroom door, watching you slam the cabinets and drawers while getting ready for bed.
You turned around and mugged him. “Stop fucking looking at me.”
When you tried to walk past him, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back into him. He kissed you roughly and you struggled at first, then melted away into it making him smirk.
He pushed you Over the end of the bed, not even bothering to let you get all the way in it. He yanked your shorts down, past your thighs, and kicked the m apart. He held your arms with one hand and the other went to his belt
“Let go!” You shouted even though you both knew you wanted it.
He let go of his belt for a second, to slap your ass. The sound echoed through the room, as you whimpered form the contact of his heavy ass hands.
“Shut up”
You could hear hs belt clink. Before he slid into you he said something.
“You got me fucked up, if you think I’m gonna let you keep acting like this.”
He slid in and wasted no time before he started fucking into you. Your moans and whines, spurred him on. While he was fucking you he was talking the whole time.
“I take your crazy ass out to a nice dinner and you wanna disrespect me the whole time?”
“You slamming the shit in our house, your crazy if you think I was gon let that slide.”
“I’ll keep fucking you like this, until you lose the attitude mama.”
When you whined and moved up slightly, to escape the pleasure, rio grabbed you by your neck and pulled you back into him.
“Nah mama, don’t run take it until I say stop.”
You cried when you finally came for the last time, and rio filled you up with a groan. You dropped on the bed, out of breath. He helped you into the bed, and smirked when you cuddled up to him.
“You done with the attitude mama?” He asked feeling over your body. You looked up and pulled him into a kiss.
“Yea, I’m sorry baby.” You spoke, your voice hoarse. He smiled and leaned down again.
“I forgive you baby.” He clicked his tongue before looking back down at you. “I don’t think that enough of an apology for how you acted mama.”
Prologue: Trapped
- Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You -
-> 18+ readers only!
-> English is not my native language, so bear with me because there will probably be some grammatical mistakes.
Summary: There are always consequences for actions, and being in debt to Rio is a bad consequence.
Rating: Mature, Explicit, NSFW.
A/N: Please enjoy the prologue of my new series. Can't wait for you guys to read the first chapter. <3
It's past 2 am when you finish your shift. You're almost at home. You're on high alert, considering you live in a dangerous neighbourhood. You'll be there soon, you tell yourself. You take a deep breath in an attempt to relax as you get closer to your destination.
Since you left work, you've had the feeling that you're being followed. It's just an impression. You try to rationalize, but before you can process, a hand is placed over your mouth to keep you from screaming. You freeze, unable to move. You only feel the pounding of your heart against your chest.
"Consider this my only warning. Scream and I'll fuck you up. Nod If you understand." You eagerly comply.
He pulls his hand back carefully. You turn around and see your assailant's face for the first time. You don't know him, you realize. He's completely dressed in black. His expression is frightening. He has a shaved head as a haircut with a thick and bushy beard. You notice that he has tattoos on the left side of his face, a feather on the top of the eyebrow, and an eagle a bit lower near his eye.
He has a tight hold on your arm.
"Please let me go." You plead.
He doesn't respond. He checks his watch instead.
"Great, we're late. Thanks to you." He sighs irritably. He tugs you closer to him. and drags you to a car. You struggle to get free from his grip. He's too strong.
"What do you want from me?" You utter with fear.
"I'm not the one you have to worry about. Now get in the car." The hairs on the back of your neck stood up.
"Plea—"
"Rio doesn't like to be kept waiting." He says as he roughly shoves you into the vehicle. His eyes are so icy and harsh that they send shivers up your spine.
He doesn't allow you to answer. He slams the door shut with a thud. That sound seals your fate.
He locks the doors to make sure you don't flee, and then he walks over to the driver's side. He begins driving. You keep your mouth shut during the ride, too anxious, wondering who this Rio is.
Can you do a rio (good girls) where reader saves him after Beth shoots him?
a/n: hi!! i had so much time writing this request, i really hope you like it (and i'm sorry it took so long to publish it omg)
pairing: rio x fem!reader
warnings: angst, gun violence, trauma, blood, hurt/comfort, swearing, & a little fluff
word count: 1.8k
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Ever since you were a kid, you managed to land yourself in questionable, and honestly rather dangerous situations. Whether it was completely unintentional or of your own accord — usually the latter — you were no stranger to risky circumstances.
Yet tonight, even after taking into consideration your poor judgement and terrible decision making skills, you could not help but wonder how the fuck did you end up here?
To say the scene currently unfolding in front of your eyes was shocking would be an understatement. Beth, pointing a loaded gun at Agent Turner, while Rio nonchalantly encouraged — ordered — her to shoot the man.
Definitely not the evening you had planned.
“You put it all on me so it’s never on you,” Beth exhaled, “Nothing’s ever on you!”
“Yeah, well—” Rio shrugged, “— now you got a bigger problem, don’t you?” He glanced at Agent Turner, before looking over Beth’s shoulder. His gaze locked with yours. If the situation wasn’t so fucked, and your eyes weren’t glossed with tears willing to spill at any given moment, you might have noticed how his expression softened for a brief second.
“You think he’s my problem?” Beth asked, regaining Rio’s full attention. He slid his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. He observed as you hesitantly took step towards Beth, still out of her line of sight but close enough so she would hear you whisper, “Beth, what the fuck are you doing?”
She didn’t respond. Instead, it was Rio who spoke next, “So put on your big girl panties and take care of it.”
“He’s not my problem,” Beth stated sternly which caused Rio to roll his eyes, “Shut your mouth, bitch, okay, and just—
Gunshot.
The weapon no longer pointed at Agent Turner, but at the gang leader himself. Horror mixed with anger spread across Rio’s expression, but before he got a chance to react at the double-cross, Beth fired again.
And again.
Suddenly, everything was in slow motion.
Rio fell to the ground. He was holding his torso, coughing up blood as he groaned in pain. His body shaking ever so slightly, his breathing raggedy. Once he hit the floor with a thud, his eyes locked with yours again. Fear. All the two of you saw was fear.
“Give me the gun,” Agent Turner broke the heavy silence as he reached for the weapon. Beth gave it up without a fight, and they shared a knowing look.
“Let’s get out of here,” She quickly turned to you and grabbed your bicep. You nervously glanced between her and Rio, who began to bleed out. Fuck. Fuck. There was no way you were going to let him just— die...
You proceeded to free yourself from Beth’s grasp, “I’m not leaving him.”
The red-head scoffed, “Are you kidding me y/n?! He’s made our life hell, and now we’re free! We’re finally free!”
“I’m not leaving him,” you repeated, “No-one deserves to die alone.”
She gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “Whatever. Suit yourself,” and with that you watched her leave.
Your fight or flight instincts kicked in as soon as she was out of sight. Within a split second, you were kneeling by Rio’s side and hastily slipping off your zip-up hoodie while you assessed his vast injuries.
You curled up the soft material into a ball and pressed it to his largest wound, carefully moving his hands out of the way. Rio flinched at your touch, his eyes lazily finding yours. He looked genuinely scared, your heart ached.
You forced a smile.
“Hey, hey. Rio. Hey, it’s going to be okay. Everything will be just fine...” you quietly reassured, desperately wanting for the words to be true.
Slowly, you moved your free hand to cup his cheek, wiping away any blood with shaky fingers. “You gotta hang on, okay? There are many people that care about you...”
He hung his head and chuckled softly, gagging on his own blood in the process, “T-there uh ain’t a soul that cares about me, ma-ama.”
You shook your head, “That’s not true. I care.”
His lips arched into a half-smile before his eyes trembled closed.
Letting out a hushed sob, you inclined your head in the direction of Agent Turner, “Ehm… I-I don’t exactly know what your protocol is in situations like this but-uhm, but could you maybe give us a minute?”
The man eyed you silently for a moment, and it wasn’t until you let the tears you were holding back finally escape, that he gave in.
“I have a couple of calls to make,” he excused himself and disappeared into a closed-off room at the far end of the floor.
When you heard the door click, you snapped your focus back to Rio, “We have to hurry. Do you think you can stand up?” you whispered, causing him to open his eyes.
Rio coughed, “Y-you should-d leave…”
“I’m only leaving if it’s with you.”
Noticing the determination in your eyes, Rio didn’t dare to protest again. Carefully, you helped him up on his feet. He draped one arm around your shoulders, his fingers now intertwined with yours, while you slid one arm behind his back. The other hand made home on his chest, the red liquid oozing between your fingers.
If the circumstances were any different, perhaps you would have realised the two of you have never stood this close to one another. If the circumstances were any different, perhaps you would have recognised the feeling in the pit of your stomach as more than adrenaline. No, it was something much stronger.
“We have to be quick,” you reminded him in a murmur and Rio groaned in response. “And as quiet as possible,” you added.
Surprisingly, it didn’t take long to get him in the car, which was conveniently left open and parked right outside the front of the building. You helped him in the back seat and fumbled through his jacket in search for the keys.
Before closing the door and jumping in the front seat, your gaze lingered on your hoodie which he continued to press to one of his wounds. The once grey garment was now completely red, borderlining on brown.
Your eyes moved to Rio’s face, all bloody and paler than you’ve ever seen him. Swallowing your breath at the sight, you seriously hoped you had enough time to save him.
~~~
Someone was squeezing his hand.
Every part of him hurt, deep throbbing pain, yet all he really felt was the gentle grip around his fingers. It was nice. Soothing even. A feeling he could definitely get used to.
It took all the strength he had to open his eyes. He took a moment to adjust to the light before analysing his surroundings. The room was unfamiliar, and normally that would be a red flag, yet instead of thinking about where the fuck he was, his gaze focused on the person holding his hand. You.
You were sleeping. Propped on a chair pushed in close to the bed he currently lay in, your head resting on your own arm, while the other hand was glued to his. You looked exhausted, although, he deducted, still a million times better than him.
And as he observed you silently, a small smile creeping up on his features, you fluttered your eyes open.
“Oh thank god, you’re awake.”
“H-hey…” Rio croaked, while you slowly sat up.
Your grasp left his, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t instantly miss the sensation. Thankfully, you didn’t go anywhere. Instead, you reached for the glass of water on the bedside table and helped him take a sip.
“How are you feeling?” you asked. The tone of your voice filled with genuine concern, and he suddenly remembered how you told him you cared about him. He wondered whether that was true. You did get him out of there, save his life. That had to count for something, right?
“Like I’d been shot three times, mama.” Rio replied, lips twirling into a smirk.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Guess you’re all better if you’re making jokes about this.”
“Not the first time I was shot, won’t be the last.”
Rio was quick to notice you didn’t appreciate his response. Your usually soft features, hardened, and tears formed in the corners of your eyes. He reached out a shaky hand to grab yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Where are we?” he asked, changing the subject.
“Someplace safe. Someplace no one will find us,”
“So—“
“No one knows we’re here,” you reassured, “Or… uhm… t-that you’re alive,” you added, nervously glancing down at his hand attached to yours. People don’t usually take news of their death well.
However, Rio didn’t seem to mind, “Good, mama. That’s real good.”
There was a brief moment of silence. Rio’s attention was solely focused on you, taking in every inch of your perfect face, while you rubbed circles into the palm of his hand. He could tell you were deep in thought, as you chewed on your bottom lip. What you were thinking however, contradicted the bravery you’ve felt since the shooting. Suddenly, you were afraid of the consequences of your actions. Afraid of what’s to come.
“What will happen now?” you wondered out loud, hesitantly meeting Rio’s gaze.
“You saved my life, mama. No matter what happens, I’ll protect you.”
The promise made your heart flutter. Something about having him on your side, looking out for you, was exhilarating. The sensation didn’t last long however, as you remembered how you landed in this situation.
“What about Beth? And the others?” you enquired, because you cared about them and despite Beth’s mistake, you wouldn’t want something bad happening.
“Don’t you worry your pretty head about them.”
“But you won’t do anyth—“
“Come here,” Rio cut you off. He patted the spot on the bed next to him and patiently waited for you to abide.
A few days ago, you wouldn’t have. A few days ago, you wouldn’t be half as complacent around the charming crook. Having him almost bleed out in your arms however, well… that changes things. It definitely affected how you feel about him and how much you’re willing to show it.
After making yourself comfortable, you gently placed your head on his shoulders, carefully so as to not irritate any of his injuries. He licked his lips, smiling to himself, because he too felt different about you. Stronger.
Rio placed a delicate kiss on top of your head. “You’re my girl now,” he murmured into your hair. The proclamation caused you to look up at him. A mix of adoration and confusion spread across your features, as you met his inviting gaze.
“You’re the only one who’s important to me, mama.”
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masterlist
rio (good girls) taglist: @fictionalhoomanofnowhere (tag not working)
This all happened on school grounds. The Board of Education also assisted in this coverup. Video footage of Kendrick entering the gymnasium was tampered with and erased. That means a public servant had a hand in this as well, by whom and how many we may never know. Kendrick died on school grounds and his body was rolled up in a gymnasium mat with his organs removed, gone, missing. This is America. Where your father being a Federal Agent can set up road blocks on a case that was so gruesome every parent in that township should have wanted… demanded to know how he died but because it was a black persons body they didn’t care.
Chapter 4: Bathroom break
- Rio (Good Girls) x Reader/You -
18+ readers only!
English is not my native language, so bear with me because there will probably be some grammatical mistakes.
Summary: Rio, a dangerous, ruthless gangster, stumbles your path.
Words: 2035.
Note: Hi! Good news, I just finished my exam!!! Finally. So here's the new chapter. As always, I hope you like it. This is my very first smut, so I'm a little nervous...Go easy on me. Also don't hesitate to reblog, leave a comment.
Rating: Mature, explicit.
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Public sex.
Rio turns his attention to you “So about that dinner.”
Lucy still standing as Mick opens the back door for you.
You hesitate, you didn’t want to make a scene in front of your colleague. Involving her is out of the question. She's far too sweet and naive for her own good. Besides, you still can't believe she gave your schedule to a complete stranger without asking you first. You plan to have a talk with her about it, to make sure she won’t do it again.
A moment later, you take a walk over to the car and hop into the back seat. You're on full alert, with a raging confusion holding your thoughts. What is he doing here? Showing up unannounced so soon?
“Well, have a nice evening, Lucy.” You hear him say while getting into the car next to you.
“You too Mr. Pérez. Bye Y/N!”
You look out the window and you see her waving awkwardly.
The car starts, his presence is still consuming your mind, he chooses to break the silence.
“That was fun.”
“That was unnecessary.” You reply without looking at him. Avoiding his enticing stare.
“Oh, I beg to differ, sweetheart, we gotta celebrate. We're friends now, aren’t we?”
“We have nothing to celebrate and we are especially not friends!” This time you glare at him
“No? So, tell me, where do we stand in this scenario Y/N?” He responds by getting in closer to you, then he smiles, with a playful stare, he teasingly bites his lips. He’s now facing you with one arm spread wide across the back seat. He’s too close. Mesmerized, you can't take your eyes away from his very kissable lips.
“Enough! I won’t be bullied.” Coming to your senses, you move away from him abruptly.
“Then don’t make bully you.” He grins, unbothered. He then adds “I been thinking about this, umm, situation of ours, and something doesn't add up. You have a master's degree, Yeah? You take on a few freelance clients in addition to your full-time job. Your sister is an architect who earns a good living. How come you desperately need money?”
Your lips draw into a tight line. “How do you know that?”
He’s done his homework. Stupid to think he wouldn’t have.
“I make it my business to know about the people I do business with.”
“Yeah, well don’t. Just because we have a deal, it doesn't mean you have the right to pry into my personal life.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Touchy about the money, huh?”
You turn your focus back to the window. You try to hide your face; you can’t help but feel conflicting emotions when you’re around him.
“Why do you want to know?” You ask.
“Because you make me curious.”
You're at a loss for words and decide to stay quiet. As Mick drives you through the city, you keep watching the view outside the window.
After a few moments, you find yourself in front of a well-known local restaurant. Mick park the car. You’re lost in your own thought; you don’t notice Rio getting out and coming around to your side to open the door for you. You’re absolutely afraid because you don’t know what to expect from him.
You reach out for your jacket in the back seat.
“Leave it,” he instructs. “I like you better without it.”
You ignore him and put on your jacket.
He leads you to the door with a hand on your low back. You are welcomed by a waitress; she guides you to a table where you can enjoy the view of the city. Rio pulls out a chair for you before seating. At least you have some privacy since Mick is in the parking lot, leaving the two of you alone.
Deciding not to waste time, you pick up the menu.
“May I suggest today’s special. The s— “she starts but you cut her off, wanting to put a stop to this charade as soon as possible. “Yes. Excellent.”
“And for you Sir?”
“Tellicherri Pepper Chicken please.”
“Good choice! and for drinks?”
“Just the old-fashioned and for the lady here…” he waits holding your gaze.
“I don’t drink alcohol. Just some water.”
After you place your order, the waitress leaves.
“now, now. Why you gotta be so rude, mama.”
“You broke into my house with 2 of your men and threatened me if I don’t help you laundering money, and you think I’m the one being rude?” You retort with sarcasm.
The waitress comes back with both of your drinks, pours for both of you then goes to another table.
“Ok, how about we call a truce, then? For real.”
“Why am I here. Why all of this?” You don't understand his interest in you.
“Like I said, you make me curious.” He confesses, picks up his glass, taking a sip. “What are you hiding Y/N?”
“I’m not hiding anything.” You protest quickly.
“Hum, then why do you need money?”
You stay quiet, refusing to answer.
The food comes, and he’s waiting until the waitress is gone before speaking.
“Listen. I’m gonna be honest with you, yeah? I'm simply trying to figure out what you're up to. Let’s just say ... I got screwed once, and I don't want it to happen again. You feel me?”
“Are you talking about Beth?”
“All I’m saying is I don’t need bitch-ass drama in my business.”
“The only thing you need to know is that I won't cause you a problem. I swear.” You assure sincerely.
Surprisingly he gives a nod, leaving the conversation there. He starts to eat and you do the same. The rest of the dinner goes off without a hitch, as expected he brings you back to your car.
“See you soon, yeah?” he gives you one last look before leaving.
You get in your car and drive quickly to your home. You try to reach Beth but she doesn't pick up. She hasn't shown up for work today, which is unusual for her. Rio made it clear that he wanted you to cut ties with her but she is still your friend and you’re worried.
After a long shower, you put on your nightgown and lie down on your bed. You wonder how you ended up in this situation. You had no choice, but to reimburse your medical bills since your insurance no longer covered them. You could have asked Bonnie for help, but you didn’t want to burden her with your problems. Plus, she recently married Sarah. Her lifelong friend, so she had her own life to manage.
Your phone rings, jolting you out of your reverie. It’s Beth, finally.
“Hey, thank god. I was so worried, Beth.”
“I know sorry I couldn't call you sooner. “She explains.
“Are you ok?” You demand hesitantly.
“Yes. I Am in a real situation here but I will be back next week. Listen to me, ok? You cannot counterfeit money for him. Trust me.”
“What’s going on?”
“Just stay away from him.” There’s a heavy silence before you hear her sigh. She then eventually concludes with “I’m just looking out for you. I’ll see you next week, ok?”
“Ok. Stay safe.” You breathe out, hanging up.
——————————————————————————
The end of the week comes quickly, you have no idea how you managed it, but you finished his cut on time. Mick arrives at the meeting and takes the boxes containing the fake cash and leaves without saying a word.
You're relieved because not only did you deliver, but you also don't have to worry about paying for your medication anymore.
You decide to celebrate by going to a bar with Adrian. He’s Indonesian, came to the united states, no so long ago. You met him at university and have been inseparable since then. You're sitting comfortably. That’s when you notice Rio as Adrian is telling you about his day. He’s at the bar counter. He gives you a grin as he raises his glass. When he sees your dress, his lips part. His glance roams up and down your body. Your heart beats a new rhythm with each passing second, picking up the pace each time his eyes return to yours.
You make every effort to focus on your friend but you fail.
“Excuse me, I need to go the bathroom.” You declare abruptly. You need to be alone.
“Ok le sang!" (French word which means the blood. We use it when we consider someone as a family or as a very close friend)
“I’ll be right back.”
You go towards the restroom, when get there, you wash your hands and pour some water in your face. You take a look at your reflection and breathe deeply to relax. You’re about to leave when the door opens and Rio makes a slow entrance. You stay against the wall, close to the door.
Tension crept in the air, and neither of you has spoken. Your heart is bounding really fast. Rio closes the distance between you and looks deep into your eyes, his irises a combination of lust and longing. Your body was on fire, you want him badly, so you slid your hand against the doorknob and press the lock button.
He tilts your chin up with his fingertips. He presses his mouth against you, at first taking his time then he’s kissing deeply and thoroughly.
You moan at the feel of his tongue controlling yours.
However, he abruptly stops and pulls away from your lips.
“Turn around and face the mirror,” he orders. “I want to look at you while we fuck.”
He grabs you from behind as you turn.
In the full-length mirror, his stare met yours, and he made you watch as he slipped his hand inside the thigh-high slit of your dress, pushing slowly your underwear all the way down to the marble floor. Still behind you, stuffing them into his pocket. and buries his face by the back of your neck.
“Grab the sink for me, mama.”
You eagerly comply, clutching it firmly and watching as he bites your neck and tugs your dress up.
He unbuckles his pants and drew his cock out. He shoved the thick tip against your entrance and let out a low growl as he sank inside you inch by inch, torturing you.
You cry out of pleasure as you adjust to his length and his thickness.
“Look at you, such a needy little thing…” He teases only halfway inside of you. He slid the rest of himself into you all at once, making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
You keep your eyes on him in the mirror, loving the way he felt deep inside of you. Loving the way, he groans behind you as he owns you.
As you tighten your grasp on the edge, your knuckles hurt. He thrusts in and out with measured, yet wild abandon.
He moves his left hand up to your breast and squeezes it, hard. You whimper as he went deeper into you. It was euphoric to see him dominate you and fuck you through the mirror. You never want to take your eyes away off him.
You bite your lip as he maintains his erratic pace, and he tentatively slid his hand back beneath the slit of your dress.
With his fingertips, he teases your clit, massaging it in a lazy circle.
You tried everything you could to keep your scream in check, but it was no use. The way he pushes you closer and closer to the edge has you completely enthralled.
You can no longer hold on.
You cry out his name at the top of your lungs and hold the counter even tighter than you have all night. He stiffens behind you as he reaches his orgasm.
Your bodies still entwine, as you peer at your reflection to see what you've just done, you’re both panting.
Before carefully pulling out of you, not taking his eyes off you while he zips his pants. He kisses the back of your neck one last time.
Slowly, the reality of what you just both did hit you hard.
Chapter 4: Bathroom break
- Rio (Good Girls) x Reader/You -
18+ readers only!
English is not my native language, so bear with me because there will probably be some grammatical mistakes.
Summary: Rio, a dangerous, ruthless gangster, stumbles your path.
Words: 2035.
Note: Hi! Good news, I just finished my exam!!! Finally. So here's the new chapter. As always, I hope you like it. This is my very first smut, so I'm a little nervous...Go easy on me. Also don't hesitate to reblog, leave a comment.
Rating: Mature, explicit.
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Public sex.
Rio turns his attention to you “So about that dinner.”
Lucy still standing as Mick opens the back door for you.
You hesitate, you didn’t want to make a scene in front of your colleague. Involving her is out of the question. She's far too sweet and naive for her own good. Besides, you still can't believe she gave your schedule to a complete stranger without asking you first. You plan to have a talk with her about it, to make sure she won’t do it again.
A moment later, you take a walk over to the car and hop into the back seat. You're on full alert, with a raging confusion holding your thoughts. What is he doing here? Showing up unannounced so soon?
“Well, have a nice evening, Lucy.” You hear him say while getting into the car next to you.
“You too Mr. Pérez. Bye Y/N!”
You look out the window and you see her waving awkwardly.
The car starts, his presence is still consuming your mind, he chooses to break the silence.
“That was fun.”
“That was unnecessary.” You reply without looking at him. Avoiding his enticing stare.
“Oh, I beg to differ, sweetheart, we gotta celebrate. We're friends now, aren’t we?”
“We have nothing to celebrate and we are especially not friends!” This time you glare at him
“No? So, tell me, where do we stand in this scenario Y/N?” He responds by getting in closer to you, then he smiles, with a playful stare, he teasingly bites his lips. He’s now facing you with one arm spread wide across the back seat. He’s too close. Mesmerized, you can't take your eyes away from his very kissable lips.
“Enough! I won’t be bullied.” Coming to your senses, you move away from him abruptly.
“Then don’t make bully you.” He grins, unbothered. He then adds “I been thinking about this, umm, situation of ours, and something doesn't add up. You have a master's degree, Yeah? You take on a few freelance clients in addition to your full-time job. Your sister is an architect who earns a good living. How come you desperately need money?”
Your lips draw into a tight line. “How do you know that?”
He’s done his homework. Stupid to think he wouldn’t have.
“I make it my business to know about the people I do business with.”
“Yeah, well don’t. Just because we have a deal, it doesn't mean you have the right to pry into my personal life.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Touchy about the money, huh?”
You turn your focus back to the window. You try to hide your face; you can’t help but feel conflicting emotions when you’re around him.
“Why do you want to know?” You ask.
“Because you make me curious.”
You're at a loss for words and decide to stay quiet. As Mick drives you through the city, you keep watching the view outside the window.
After a few moments, you find yourself in front of a well-known local restaurant. Mick park the car. You’re lost in your own thought; you don’t notice Rio getting out and coming around to your side to open the door for you. You’re absolutely afraid because you don’t know what to expect from him.
You reach out for your jacket in the back seat.
“Leave it,” he instructs. “I like you better without it.”
You ignore him and put on your jacket.
He leads you to the door with a hand on your low back. You are welcomed by a waitress; she guides you to a table where you can enjoy the view of the city. Rio pulls out a chair for you before seating. At least you have some privacy since Mick is in the parking lot, leaving the two of you alone.
Deciding not to waste time, you pick up the menu.
“May I suggest today’s special. The s— “she starts but you cut her off, wanting to put a stop to this charade as soon as possible. “Yes. Excellent.”
“And for you Sir?”
“Tellicherri Pepper Chicken please.”
“Good choice! and for drinks?”
“Just the old-fashioned and for the lady here…” he waits holding your gaze.
“I don’t drink alcohol. Just some water.”
After you place your order, the waitress leaves.
“now, now. Why you gotta be so rude, mama.”
“You broke into my house with 2 of your men and threatened me if I don’t help you laundering money, and you think I’m the one being rude?” You retort with sarcasm.
The waitress comes back with both of your drinks, pours for both of you then goes to another table.
“Ok, how about we call a truce, then? For real.”
“Why am I here. Why all of this?” You don't understand his interest in you.
“Like I said, you make me curious.” He confesses, picks up his glass, taking a sip. “What are you hiding Y/N?”
“I’m not hiding anything.” You protest quickly.
“Hum, then why do you need money?”
You stay quiet, refusing to answer.
The food comes, and he’s waiting until the waitress is gone before speaking.
“Listen. I’m gonna be honest with you, yeah? I'm simply trying to figure out what you're up to. Let’s just say ... I got screwed once, and I don't want it to happen again. You feel me?”
“Are you talking about Beth?”
“All I’m saying is I don’t need bitch-ass drama in my business.”
“The only thing you need to know is that I won't cause you a problem. I swear.” You assure sincerely.
Surprisingly he gives a nod, leaving the conversation there. He starts to eat and you do the same. The rest of the dinner goes off without a hitch, as expected he brings you back to your car.
“See you soon, yeah?” he gives you one last look before leaving.
You get in your car and drive quickly to your home. You try to reach Beth but she doesn't pick up. She hasn't shown up for work today, which is unusual for her. Rio made it clear that he wanted you to cut ties with her but she is still your friend and you’re worried.
After a long shower, you put on your nightgown and lie down on your bed. You wonder how you ended up in this situation. You had no choice, but to reimburse your medical bills since your insurance no longer covered them. You could have asked Bonnie for help, but you didn’t want to burden her with your problems. Plus, she recently married Sarah. Her lifelong friend, so she had her own life to manage.
Your phone rings, jolting you out of your reverie. It’s Beth, finally.
“Hey, thank god. I was so worried, Beth.”
“I know sorry I couldn't call you sooner. “She explains.
“Are you ok?” You demand hesitantly.
“Yes. I Am in a real situation here but I will be back next week. Listen to me, ok? You cannot counterfeit money for him. Trust me.”
“What’s going on?”
“Just stay away from him.” There’s a heavy silence before you hear her sigh. She then eventually concludes with “I’m just looking out for you. I’ll see you next week, ok?”
“Ok. Stay safe.” You breathe out, hanging up.
——————————————————————————
The end of the week comes quickly, you have no idea how you managed it, but you finished his cut on time. Mick arrives at the meeting and takes the boxes containing the fake cash and leaves without saying a word.
You're relieved because not only did you deliver, but you also don't have to worry about paying for your medication anymore.
You decide to celebrate by going to a bar with Adrian. He’s Indonesian, came to the united states, no so long ago. You met him at university and have been inseparable since then. You're sitting comfortably. That’s when you notice Rio as Adrian is telling you about his day. He’s at the bar counter. He gives you a grin as he raises his glass. When he sees your dress, his lips part. His glance roams up and down your body. Your heart beats a new rhythm with each passing second, picking up the pace each time his eyes return to yours.
You make every effort to focus on your friend but you fail.
“Excuse me, I need to go the bathroom.” You declare abruptly. You need to be alone.
“Ok le sang!" (French word which means the blood. We use it when we consider someone as a family or as a very close friend)
“I’ll be right back.”
You go towards the restroom, when get there, you wash your hands and pour some water in your face. You take a look at your reflection and breathe deeply to relax. You’re about to leave when the door opens and Rio makes a slow entrance. You stay against the wall, close to the door.
Tension crept in the air, and neither of you has spoken. Your heart is bounding really fast. Rio closes the distance between you and looks deep into your eyes, his irises a combination of lust and longing. Your body was on fire, you want him badly, so you slid your hand against the doorknob and press the lock button.
He tilts your chin up with his fingertips. He presses his mouth against you, at first taking his time then he’s kissing deeply and thoroughly.
You moan at the feel of his tongue controlling yours.
However, he abruptly stops and pulls away from your lips.
“Turn around and face the mirror,” he orders. “I want to look at you while we fuck.”
He grabs you from behind as you turn.
In the full-length mirror, his stare met yours, and he made you watch as he slipped his hand inside the thigh-high slit of your dress, pushing slowly your underwear all the way down to the marble floor. Still behind you, stuffing them into his pocket. and buries his face by the back of your neck.
“Grab the sink for me, mama.”
You eagerly comply, clutching it firmly and watching as he bites your neck and tugs your dress up.
He unbuckles his pants and drew his cock out. He shoved the thick tip against your entrance and let out a low growl as he sank inside you inch by inch, torturing you.
You cry out of pleasure as you adjust to his length and his thickness.
“Look at you, such a needy little thing…” He teases only halfway inside of you. He slid the rest of himself into you all at once, making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
You keep your eyes on him in the mirror, loving the way he felt deep inside of you. Loving the way, he groans behind you as he owns you.
As you tighten your grasp on the edge, your knuckles hurt. He thrusts in and out with measured, yet wild abandon.
He moves his left hand up to your breast and squeezes it, hard. You whimper as he went deeper into you. It was euphoric to see him dominate you and fuck you through the mirror. You never want to take your eyes away off him.
You bite your lip as he maintains his erratic pace, and he tentatively slid his hand back beneath the slit of your dress.
With his fingertips, he teases your clit, massaging it in a lazy circle.
You tried everything you could to keep your scream in check, but it was no use. The way he pushes you closer and closer to the edge has you completely enthralled.
You can no longer hold on.
You cry out his name at the top of your lungs and hold the counter even tighter than you have all night. He stiffens behind you as he reaches his orgasm.
Your bodies still entwine, as you peer at your reflection to see what you've just done, you’re both panting.
Before carefully pulling out of you, not taking his eyes off you while he zips his pants. He kisses the back of your neck one last time.
Slowly, the reality of what you just both did hit you hard.
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