Dipping Into Sin 2: Digging Deeper Into Sin (16 page)

            “How can you tell me how I feel?” I asked in
response to his incredulous statement.

            “Baby because I feel it in here,” Andriano said
as he directed his hand to his chest. “It beats only for you. I never stopped
loving you, and as I look in your eyes right now, I know that you never stopped
loving me.”

            Looking down at the wooden floor, I said, “I only
have enough love for my daughters and me.”

            Standing to his feet, Andriano’s torso became my
complete vision as I dragged my eyes over the valley his chiseled chest carved
to perfection. Palming the side of my cheek, Andriano leaned forward and pressed
his mouth against my quivering lips. Inhaling sharply, Andriano took control of
my tongue as he held it hostage in between his lips. His hand held onto my
waist as he leaned his body forward, causing my back to press against the
mattress. Positioning my body under his, Andriano’s hands lifted my lavender
silk thigh length nightie as his lips connected to my flushed skin. Each kiss
heightened the temperature of my body causing it sizzle by the time he reached
my navel. Feeling the warmness of his tongue circling my navel, Andriano stuck
his tongue into the indent while his breath fanned against my skin.

            Dragging his tongue down my stomach, Andriano’s
lips sent subtle shivers down my core as my hands clutched the sheet. Feeling
his teeth connect to my thong, Andriano slid the flimsy material down my thighs
and legs. Kissing my toes on my left foot, Andriano’s smooth palms clutched
onto my thighs as his fingertips dug into my skin, leaving his fingerprints
against my skin. 
 

           
“You’re so sweet bella
mia,” he whispered against my skin as his mouth left my skin sweltering.
Shuddering under his fingertips, Andriano’s hands brushed lightly. Grazing his
knuckles against my nipples, Andriano leaned his head forward and wrapped his
lips around my nipples. His lips made love to my nipple, as his tongue lathered
the bud to harden from the sheer ecstasy that he was bringing to my body.
Releasing the pert nub, Andriano blew lightly on my nipples.

~****~

Andriano

            Standing to
attention, my tortured length begged to be connected to its mate once again.
Fighting against the magnetic force, I palmed my dick a few strokes before
pre-cum oozed out of the head. Her eyes stared lustfully at me as she spread
her legs wider. Dragging my eyes down to her beautiful spread pussy, her clit
jumped under my watchful gaze.

Mulling her hand down to her wetness, she
began rubbing her clit, causing my cock to standstill as my air tightened at
the sight of her pleasuring herself. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head,
causing her lids to become thin slits. Soft moans escaped her lips as her other
hand wrapped around my member. Stroking my cock, I wrestled with the need for
answers versus the need to fuck my woman again. Covering her hand, I guided
each stroke and threw my head back at the blissful pleasure that she bought to
me. 

“Fuck this,” I groaned, brushing her hand
away and hovering over her swelled pussy. Lifting her leg over my shoulder, I
pressed down on her other thigh, spreading her wide to take all of me…all the
five years of waiting. Locking eyes with her, I thrust each and every inch into
her without any mercy. Her mouth remained closed as no sound escaped her.

“AHHH…Oooh,” Moaning into her mouth, I
welcomed her tightness that swallowed all of me. Leaving no room for her to get
accustomed to my size, I began to thrust deeply into her with a vengeance.

“Mine,” I chanted as she moaned graciously
against my ears. “You’ll always be mine, bella mia.”

Lifting her body up, I cradled her to sit on
top of me while I sat in a sitting position. Nibbling on her shoulders, my
hands tugged at her ponytail, freeing her hair as I bounced her body up and
down my length.

           
“Cum for
me, bella mia. Cum,” I whispered against her lips as I pushed her body over the
edge with my piston thrusts.

            Hitting each
corner of my inner walls, I felt the combustion of my orgasm on the verge of
exploding. Digging my nails deep into his shoulder blades, he began pounding
his cock into my core as his hands held onto my bottom, refusing to give me any
opportunity to escape him.
       

“Just like that baby. Give it to me,” she
moaned against my lips as she grinded herself against my length, matching each
thrust like a syncretic rhythm. “Oh God—oh God,” she screamed out her climax.

            “I can’t,” she whimpered as her body went through
a series of aftershocks. Unprepared for her earth-shattering climax, her
weakened body lay limp as I flipped her over, leaving no room for her to
recover.

            “You can and you will take all of this,” I moaned
as I slid seamlessly into her slick pussy. Her body responded immediately,
enjoying every plummeting pounding that I gave her. “Oh fuck, I love you so
much bella mia. I’ve faced the last five years in misery, and I refuse to be
without my happiness,” I admitted to her as I slowly stroked her insides.
Tilting her head back, she moaned out her pleasure as I nibbled love bites on
her neck.  Reaching behind, her fingers brushed the side of my face causing me
to drop feathered kisses on her palms and wrist. Guiding her hand to rub the
back of my neck, I deepened the penetration as I journeyed through her body.
Snaking my hand around her waist, my fingers roamed over her stomach. Running
my fingers over her scar, anger flared through my nostrils. Missing her belly
swell with my children inside sent me into a frenzy of anger as I impaled
deeper into her. Determined to release my seed inside, I held her ass tightly,
feeling my nut fill her inside.  

            “Bella mia,” I grumbled as I sent the final blow
into her quivering tunnel. “Damnnn.”

Sliding out of her slickness, my semi-erect
cock started to come to attention again as I eyed her leaking pussy, dripping
with a combination of our release.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Andriano

            Looking over at my
bella mia
sleeping, I
couldn’t help but feel a sense of serenity as I thought about how much sweeter
she tasted five years later. After taking her body to new levels, I finally
allowed her to go to sleep. Holding her close to me, I became lost in her light
snore and her melodic breathing.

Dropping light kisses on her head, my
fingers traced over her skin. “I love you bella mia. Always and forever,” I
whispered before finally shifting her body lightly onto the mattress. Checking
on our daughters again, I quickly dug in my duffle bag and pulled out the
burner phone.
Fuck, three missed calls from Lucas.

            Making my way down the stairs, I quickly made my
way to the backyard porch and closed the sliding door before calling Lucas
again. Answering on the second ring, I braced myself to learn about Lucas’
findings.         

“Hello?”

“What do you
have?” I asked.

            “It doesn’t look good.
I looked into Don Capparelli’s phone book and found a burner phone that is
traceable by a distinct code that I used specifically for members of your crew.
It’s untraceable to the rest of the cyber world because it is designed to make
you all the ‘invisible men’. In looking at the records, the call was placed
minutes before the assailant arrived.”

            “So what are you
saying?”

           
“
The hit was
done by someone in your crew.”

           
“
How is that
even possible? The killer had cut off body parts of Don Capparelli. Basically
denouncing allegiance to the Balducci/Capparelli family. Who had enough rank to
even get close to the fat fuck?”

            “It has to be a made
man who had higher ranking because he rolled in there and killed every soldier
within close range. None of those soldiers even reached for their piece.”

“
Okay,
thanks, Lucas. If you find anything else call me.” 

            As I hung up and made my way back into the house,
I tried to wrap my head around the reason why someone, other than me, would
want to kill Don Capparelli. None of this made any sense, especially since the
person made it clear that they denounced their ties with our family publicly.
Stopping short at the staircase, I reached for my phone and dialed a number
that I remembered all too well, Battista Kosowski.

            Answering on the fourth ring, I could hear the
sounds of an Italian woman in the background moaning her pleasure.

            Battista answered, “Chi
cazzo è?” (Who the fuck is it?)

           
“
Andriano.”

           
“
Mio fratello.
Hai scelto il momento sbagliato per chiamarmi.” (My brother. You picked the
wrong time to call me.)

“
Sei stato
ad ascoltare le strade?” (Have you been listening to the streets?)

           
“
Cosa c'è di
sbagliato?” (What’s wrong?)

           
“
I need some
information on a hit out on the Balducci family. Don Capparelli is dead, and I
need to know who is next.” 

“Done. Ciao” (Bye).

Looking down at my phone, I contemplated
calling my right hand, Nicolai. Although he was always my right-hand man,
Nicolai was more like a brother than a cousin. It was no secret that I had
trust issues, but when it came to Nicolai, I was comfortable with closing my
eyes and following his lead. Shaking my head, I struggled to process the
thought that someone in our top ranks was conspiring to bring down the Balducci
Empire. Though I contemplated the idea, I knew that Nicolai deserved to know
about Lucas’s findings just as much as I did. Dialing his number, I pressed my
phone to my ear and waited for Nicolai to answer. Answering on the third ring,
Nicolai’s scraggly voice came on the line.

           
“
Secure the
line,” I told him.

            “Okay.”

            A few minutes later, an unmarked number was
highlighted on my screen.
This must be Nicolai calling me from his burner
phone
. Picking up immediately, I could hear the change in Nicolai’s voice.

“
What’s
going on?” he asked

           
“
It was one of
our own that did the hit.”

“
Fuck, are
you shitting me? There’s a traitor among us.”

“
I need for
you to account for everyone and make sure that no one leaves town,” I ordered.

           
“
Are you safe?”

“
For now. No
one must know what is going on. I have Battista pressing his

ear to the streets.

           
“
Do you really
think that this shit has ties to Italy?”

“I’m not taking
chances. I need to account for all of the people who wanted Capparelli dead and
pick them off one by one. Someone must’ve gotten Capparelli’s shit. I need to
know who and trace back steps to get to the source of our Judas-”

Just then, I heard
faint screaming coming from upstairs. “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!”

“Mommy?” I heard
Nicolai ask. “Where the fuck are you?”

I quickly ended the call and climbed the
stairs two at a time. Darting to the room, I nearly broke the door down as I
entered the bedroom. Flipping the switch, I saw Jasmine sitting up screaming at
the top of her lungs. Brushing past me, Simone ran over to her bed.

“I’m here baby,” Simone soothingly said as
she slid Jasmine onto her lap. “What’s wrong baby?”

“Nana was in my dream,” Jasmine blurted out
as she wrapped her arms around Simone’s neck.

Earlier tonight, Simone said that Acelia had
a dream about their great-grandmother, and now Jasmine woke up screaming.
Sadness tugged at my heart as I remembered what my daughters witnessed. Vowing
to spend the rest of my life protecting them from all of life’s ugliness, I
walked over to Simone and Jasmine. Simone’s eyes were now shut as she rocked
Jasmine back and forth. Looking at the woman that I love tending to our child
sent a chill through every part of my body. This was the only sight that I
wanted to see for the rest of my life.

            Standing before them, I watched as Simone became
lost in a silent melody as our daughter’s arm loosened its grip on her neck.
Reaching over, I stroked Simone’s cheek as her head nestled against our
daughter’s hair. Snatching in a breath, Simone’s eyes widened as I gently
picked Jasmine’s sleeping body off of her. Shifting her body into my arms, I
held my daughter close to me briefly before laying her body against the
mattress. Standing up, Simone watched as I placed a light kiss on Jasmine’s
forehead before placing the sheet over her sleeping form.

            Walking back to Simone’s bedroom, I stood back
and took in the view of Simone climbing back into her bed. Feeling my dick awaken
from its nap, I looked at Simone with a need as potent as the air that I
breathed. Her tousled hair cascaded down her back, giving her an alluring sex
appeal that caused my balls to swell. I gave her body a break from all of the
hard fucking that I put on her. She should be well rested and ready for me.

            “I don’t think so,” Simone said as she fluffed
her pillow and flicked the switch off on her lamp. “You need to go sleep in the
hallway.” Leaving me hard as a rock and unfulfilled in the dark, I reluctantly
fought back the need to walk over to Simone and stick my tongue in every hole
of her body in order to get her to feel what I was feeling. Exhaling an air of
frustration, I left the room with all determination to punish her body
tomorrow.