My Neck My Back By Richard Cheese Novels & Stories

They mostly take care of The Moon, because Richard is based there. Richard Walter Ghonee, a Mafia Boss The W. His handsome face, with a broad chest, broad shoulders, and a height of almost 190cm, is a very well-proportioned posture. Richard had light brown eyes, with small eyes like his father's, a sharp nose and sharp jaw made him look handsome, and the characteristic white spots were also visible on Richard's cheeks and nose. Richard loved tattoos, he decorated his neck, back, and hands with tattoos. But recently Anna noticed a new tattoo on one of Richard's arms that read ''Pure Soul Locked with Sweetness''. When Anna asked if there was a certain meaning for Richard about the tattoo, Rich

CEO. Richard froze. His hand stayed on Henry’s head. His shoulders, usually a fortress of tension, slumped for a single, fleeting second. He looked human. He looked vulnerable. He looked like a man who had finally realized that 400 million dollars in debt didn't mean a damn thing compared to a three-letter word. "Yeah," Richard said. His voice was thick. He cleared his throat and looked away, toward the trees. "Yeah, Henry. We can go get ice cream."

"You always turn on around me huh?" Richard grinned slightly. "You're so tempting to eat, baby." he also targeted Arini's neck which had no trace of red. "Especially this. I can't stand it." Arini giggled as Richard started licking the curve of her neck. "Um... Richard..." "Yes, dear?" asked Richard in between his activities. His hands not only squeezed Arini's breasts, but also gave a gentle caress to Arini's back from under her shirt. The target, obviously the bra hooks that arini wore to be released immediately. So when she unbuttoned her shirt, the bra slid right off.

I fisted my hands. The pull of the rope was noticeable yet bearable, and as he grabbed my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers, I strained against the rough strands with a choked murmur. “Oh, I’m not done yet.” Richard lowered his face to my nipple and took it gently in his teeth while he kneaded my other breast. He clamped his teeth tighter, and I bucked beneath him, the sheets rumpling beneath my back. Richard sat upright. “See, that’s why I’m tying you all the way down. Already, though, you look amazing.” He ran his hands along my waist before resting his fingers over the ridge that tented his slacks.

“Why did you bring me outside? I hope Asher is not going to harm her.” Chelsea said, arching her eyebrows in annoyance. “I know Asher cares about her. I’m sure he won’t hurt her. They just need to sort out their misunderstanding,” Richard reassured her, his voice calm. “What’s your name, cutie pie?” Richard asked, he smirked as he leaned against the wall. Chelsea rolled her eyes, taken back by his sudden boldness. Her cheeks burned slightly.

“Are you nervous? He asked. Rachel, who was confused, stared at him and wondered what he meant by that. “I don’t understand bro “. She told him. Laughing, Richard stretched his hand and ruffled her head, which made her frown. “Bro Richard”. Rachel called out angrily as she puffed her cheeks out. Rachel, who thought her facial expression looked angry, was speechless when Richard started laughing. “Gosh, you look so cute”. He said as he pinched her cheeks like a baby. “No need for that angry glare, it doesn’t fit you”. He said, making her pout her lips in defeat.

Ethan asked in a tone of voice managed as flat as possible, as if it were just a cliché question between son and father. Richard sat in his grand chair, then reached for a glass of milk and drank it halfway. "She is still sleeping. Exhausted," Richard answered casually while starting to reach for a slice of whole wheat bread. Ethan initially tried to think positively. Maybe they just talked until late at night. However, as Richard looked up to take the jam, Ethan's sharp eyes caught something that made his heart seem to stop beating. On Richard's neck, right beneath the jaw, there was a very dark reddish-purple patch—a very clear hickey.

My fingers tangle in his hair as my back arches into him. He pops off my nipple with a wet sound and looks up at me through hooded eyes. “You’re right,” he breathes. “You’re even more beautiful.” Richard helps pull Carl’s shirt over his head, revealing his muscled chest, every inch as glorious as I remember. My robe joins his shirt on the floor, along with Richard’s pants. Carl’s the only one still half-dressed, his shorts hanging loose around his hips. A wicked smile tugs at Carl’s lips, a second before Richard smirks back.

Then I saw him. Dominic sat at the head of the table, all dark hair and darker eyes, his tailored suit stretched across shoulders that looked like they'd been carved from stone. He was already looking at me when I found him, his gaze traveling down my body with a slowness that felt physical, like fingers trailing over my skin. "Holy fuck," he groaned. The sound was low, rough, and it cut through the whispers like a blade. Everyone turned to look at him, then back at me, their confusion evident. Dominic Keller never reacted to anything. He was known for it, the cold CEO who could watch a company collapse without changing expression.