Dipping Into Sin 2: Digging Deeper Into Sin (5 page)

Chapter Nine

Nicolai

Tight and wet,
I thought, as I
lowered her body down and off of my shoulders. Still on my knees, I felt her
wet pussy graze my chest, leaving a trail of wetness down to my midsection. Even
though my tongue became numb from tongue fucking her sweet core, I couldn’t
escape the ravening need to taste her again.

She looked up at me with glazed eyes as I
covered her body. Spreading her legs wide, I pushed both of her knees back
against her chest.

“This is my pussy tonight,” I growled as I
braced my cock to enter her wetness in one complete thrust. Looping her legs
over my forearms, my hands tenderly held her in place as the tip of my length
teased her gates of treasure. Her quivering pussy latched onto the tip of my cock,
refusing to let go. Gently rotating her hips, she grinded against the tip of my
cock and watched as my eyes fluttered.
Oh fuck, she’s so wet.

“If you keep this up, I’m going to nut
before,” I muffled against her lips. Unable to contain my anticipation, I took
control of her hips. Penetrating deep into her, I did not allow her a moment to
adjust to my size, as I began to thrust slowly into her. Her eyes widened at
the onslaught of my cock invading her dampness.

Her fingernails became incisors as she raked
her nails down my back. Driving my tongue into her mouth, I lifted my head
every few seconds to groan out my pleasure.

            My face became flushed with hotness, and she
moaned, “Show me what you got,” against my lips.

“You better take all of me,” I groaned.
Within a blink of an eye, she managed to flip me onto my back, straddling me as
I caressed her rich caramel coated thighs.

“This is my dick tonight,” she moaned. Tilting
her head back, she matched each thrust while maintaining a tight hold on my
cock. My dick devoured her as she clenched tightly against my thick rod. She
sought out her own pleasure as she began riding my impending cock. Her inner
walls pulsated. 

Throwing my head back, my eyes rolled into
the back of my head. Biting my bottom lip, I couldn’t contain the groans of
pleasure that her body pulled out of me. I’ve never experienced sex so
exhilarating and sensual before
her
.

Holding onto her hips, I slammed into her,
taking complete control. Bringing my fingers to her hair, I tugged on her
strands and continued to get my fill of her body.

“Harder baby, unhhh,” she screamed as she
gripped the sheets.

Dropping down into a sitting position, my
thrusts became harder as I began slapping her soft rump so that her pussy had
little time to recover each time we connected.

“Give me this wet cunt,” I moaned pumping
vigorously into her.

“Take it, baby! Take it!” she screamed out
as she threw her bottom back to me. Feeling her body shutter, I continued to
slam my cock into her tightness. Giving one final thrust, I screamed out my
release.  

                                                    
~****~

And here I thought this broad was too
prime and perfect,
I thought as I recalled how much of a freak she had been
tonight. I never allowed any woman to dominate me, but I welcomed her
competitive nature. She remained silent as she began putting on her clothes.

“Thanks for tonight,” she simply said as she
stood up and faced me. She was expressionless and treated their sex-fest like
it was a business meeting; not that I was entirely ungrateful for her cool and
calm demeanor.
Shit, she sounded a lot like me.

I knew that her sexed up body had gotten a
thorough workout based on all of the positions that I had put her in. I lost
count of how many times I made her come all over my rod tonight. She did,
however, live up to her proclamation…she owned my dick tonight. Standing up, I
walked over to the closet and stopped short.

“Spend tonight with me,” I commanded, rather
than asked. My back remained to her as I silently cursed at myself for the
half-thought-out statement. For the life of me, I didn’t understand what came
over me when I made this statement.
I never asked any woman to spend the
night with me.
In fact, I couldn’t recall ever being in any formal
committed relationship. I appreciated women—mainly for my sexual pleasure. But,
I couldn’t envision settling down with just one woman. Although my mother
pressured me to settled down with a traditional Italian woman, I knew that it
was not the life for me. For now, I’m perfectly content with keeping women
around—only for casual flings. 

Looking at
her
, I hated to admit that
she was different. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about her, but I
knew. Perhaps it was because she was like
me
…a person who set out to
have casual sex with no strings attached. Still, she intrigued me in more ways
than one. For starters, I wanted to fuck her again.
At least, one more time
tonight.

“No,” she responded curtly before she made
her way to the door.

I watched her open the door and walk out,
leaving me to hold onto my fully erect cock. Shutting my eyes briefly, I began
stroking my angry cock up and down to relieve the current condition that she
left me in.
Sure, I came two times tonight, but still.

“She did want…‘one night only’,” I announced
out loud in the empty hotel room.

Chapter Ten

Simone

           
Finally, I’m out of here
. Walking out of
the hospital, I made a quick dash to the car when I looked at the time.
Shit,
I only have an hour to get ready.
Andre made reservations for us at this
well-known soul food restaurant here in Charlotte. I couldn’t come up with one
sound reason why I shouldn’t go on a date with him or any other man.  

Coming closer to the car, I noticed an
envelope with another long stemmed rose tucked under the windshield wiper.
Dropping my duffle bag on the ground in the hospital parking lot, I reached for
the envelope with shaking fingers. Tearing through the envelope, I exhaled
before I read the letter.

           
Bella Mia,

                        On this day, six years ago, we met
for the first time at The Land.

I still remember the dress you wore, the
way you smiled, and the way that I felt when I saw you.

Six years ago, I was not
the same man that I am today. I led a life with no boundaries. I led a life
with the belief that it was all about power. Even as you walked away that night
in my lounge, I knew that I had to find you again. It was an unexplainable
emotion that tugged at me. What I confused as being sexual lust, could’ve been
my heart claiming you as my one and only.

            Later that night, in my
restaurant, I knew that I crossed the line when I kissed you…touched you…tasted
you. But, I didn’t know what came over me especially when I stared in your eyes
and saw my life appear clearly. Six years ago, I met the love of my life.

                                                                                                            A.

            Falling from my hands, the letter dropped on the
ground as I slipped into a state of confusion. Paralyzed with rage, I refused
to live my life in the shadows any longer. I refused to succumb to a life
filled with fear of loving another man. Picking my duffle bag up from the
ground, I stepped over the letter and left it behind me. Andriano will have to
accept that he has no place in my life, not now—not ever.  

~****~

Andriano

Watching her from afar, I couldn’t control the
feeling of uneasiness crawling through my body as she peeled out of the parking
lot.
Fuck this shit
. I’ve been more than fucking patient with Simone.
I’m done keeping this distance between us. She’s going to have to face her
feelings. Starting…fucking…now.

Speeding out of the parking lot, I drove the
short distance to her house and double-parked alongside of her parked car.
Walking to the door, I began pounding with my balled up fist. As the door
opened, I braced myself for the fight that I was more than ready to start. No
one is going to stand in my way this time.

“Hello,” said the older woman who came to
the door.
The attractive elderly woman with a
head full of salt and pepper strands of hair couldn’t have been more than
five-feet as I towered over her the moment she stepped onto the porch.

Using her body as a stopper, she shut the main
door and allowed the screen door to rest against her. With both hands on her
hips, she sternly asked, “How can I help you?”

“Good evening,” I said, trying my best to be
polite despite my growing irritation.  

            “Andriano Balducci,” she announced in a low raspy
voice.  

            Smiling at her bluntness, I said, “You must be
Simone’s grandmother.”

            “A few years ago, I would’ve given you a piece of
my mind for treating my grandbaby like shit. But, I’ve learned over the years
to leave revenge up to God. Get off of my property before I forget that I’m a
Christian,” she said before turning around and slamming the door.

            A throaty chuckle escaped my daunting lips. I
couldn’t help but be amused by the feistiness of Simone’s grandmother. Moreover,
I felt a wave of relief that Simone was not living with another man as I
presumed. Drawing my hand to knock on the door again, I stopped myself before
my knuckles landed on the door.

            If I’m going to win Simone back, I had to come up
with a new plan. Walking away from her door, I turned back and saw the curtains
on the side window shuffle.
I’m going to finish what I started five years
ago…

Chapter Eleven

Simone

            “You look beautiful Simone,” Andre proclaimed.
Wrapping his long arms around me, I embraced the snug fit that accompanied his
toned arms and broad shoulders. A whirlwind of emotions channeled through me as
I finally realized just how long a man has been absent from my life. Inhaling
his earthy scent, I became lost in the tantalizing combination of his cologne
and masculine smell.

           
“Thank you,” I said as he released his
hold. Pulling out my chair, I sat down and watched as his long muscular body
slid into the chair effortlessly in front of me.

            “Good evening, my name is Alicia and I will be
your waitress for tonight. Tonight’s special is the Cajun Seafood Gumbo. Can I
start you off with any drinks? Are you two celebrating any special occasion?”
said the young waitress.

            Before I could answer, Andre said, “Yes we are.
This beautiful woman has finally agreed to go on a date with me. We’ll take a
bottle of white wine.”

            “Great, would you like anything
else in addition to drink Miss?” asked Alicia.

            “I’ll take a glass of water with lemon on the
side. Thanks.” I ordered.

            “Great, I will put in the order for your drinks
while you two look over your menu,” Alicia said as she walked away.

            “I’m not a big drinker. So I apologize ahead of
time if you see me nurse one glass all night,” I commented with a smile. Truthfully,
ever since I had my daughters, I limited the amount of alcohol consumption to a
glass of wine.

            “Oh, I’m sorry. I just thought that tonight was
worth celebrating. We can cancel that order,” he replied with a hint of regret
as his sorrowful, yet urgent eyes scanned the room in search for the waitress.

            “Don’t worry about it,” I insisted with a wave of
my hand. “Please don’t cancel. Tonight is worth celebrating, and I will
definitely toast to that.” I said as I stared into his longing eyes.

His tense shoulders relaxed as he
straightened his body in his seat. Picking up the menu, I looked over the
different Southern dishes that this soul food restaurant was known for. In
truth, I would’ve liked to have gone to another type of restaurant since most
of this food is usually the same food that Grandma prepares for Sunday dinner.
After placing our orders, I listened closely to Andre as he talked about his
love for swimming and teaching.

            Taking a sip of my water, I asked, “Seeing that
you are really good with kids, do you have any?”

            “No kids. My wife—ex-wife,” he cleared his throat
and adjusted his posture. “We’ve tried to have children.”

Taking a sip of his wine, he continued, “I guess that was not
in the cards for us.” 

            Sensing his sadness, I asked, “How long have you
been divorced?”

            Leaning back in his seat, he responded, “Three
months. What about you? Were you ever married?” he asked, transitioning the
spotlight onto me.

            “I’ve never been married. My last relationship
was five years ago,” I answered forwardly.

            “Five years ago? I’m surprised,” he said as if
shocked by my answer. “I don’t know how any man could let you go.” 

            “Well, I kind of isolated myself from the dating
scene. Yes, there were men who were interested but I chose to focus on raising
my daughters and finishing school. Now that I’m finished with school, I’m ready
to start dating again,” I responded truthfully.

            “How does your children’s father feel?” he asked,
leaning back in his seat.

           
Did he really just ask me that?

Taken aback by his question, I cleared my
throat and said, “My children’s father has nothing to do with my dating life.”

“Here you go,” announced the waitress, as
she placed our meals in front of us. A wave of relief showered over the awkward
tension that suspended in the air between us.

“Enjoy,” Alicia stammered as she moved away
from our table.

“Thank you,” I said before putting a
spoonful of crab cake into my mouth.
It doesn’t taste like Grandma’s, but it
is a close second,
I thought, as I took another bite.

“I’m sorry for asking you that question.
It’s just that,” he began as he placed both of his elbows on the table. “…I
look at you and wonder how he ever let you go. I mean you’re smart, beautiful,
and the most nurturing mother that I’ve ever seen. Those are the qualities that
any man in his right mind would want to have in a woman—especially the mother
of his children.”

Smiling, I reached for my glass of water and
took a sip. “It was for the best. We are both content with how our lives panned
out.” I replied after a moment of gathering my thoughts. Andriano did not know
about my daughters; therefore, I couldn’t really judge him on his parenting.
But, then again, he damn near prompted me to end my pregnancy. Drifting back to
his letter that I received earlier today, I shook my head lightly as I
recollected on his words verbatim, like a teleprompter. Just as life began to
go back to normal, he decided to pull this stunt. I’m shocked; yet, relieved
that he chose to keep his little charades at my job instead of my home.  

When I got home from work earlier, I
immediately jumped into the shower and massaged the anger away with the help of
the flowing warm water. A newfound wave of troubles weighed heavy on my heart.

Shaking my head, I pushed my troubles to the
back of my mind and focused on the man before me. Now is the time for me to
move forward and explore the possibilities with Andre. But, even as Andre’s
penetrating eyes bored into me, I couldn’t evade the feeling that arose from Andriano’s
daunting words.

Watching me intently, Andre finally said, “I
will right everything that he has done wrong.”

~****~

Andriano

Diverting my eyes back and forth between
Simone’s file and the lighter, I became perplexed as I stood in front of my
hotel bathroom sink. Five years ago, I made Lucas find everything out about
Simone. It was the same technique I used in business. Whether it was searching
for enemies or researching potential clients. Five years ago, I read her file
through and through, from front to back, learning about the details of her
life. In truth, I wanted to be a step ahead of everything, including her. But
that’s where I messed up. Simone’s not my enemy nor is she a business deal. The
only threat that she posed was the one on my heart.  

            For the past few weeks, since receiving her file,
I couldn’t bring myself to read about the details of her life after me. Simone
could not be retrenched and curtailed to one measly file. As tempted, as I was
to read every detail about her life within the past five years, I stopped
myself each time that I lifted the flap. Perhaps, the fear of learning that Simone
had moved on discouraged me. Things were easier five years ago when I was
driven by everything other than love. It was easy to read through her file and
gather enough information about her. Back then, I was driven by lust and
eagerness to play with her body. Back then, I lived by a one-track system of
three principles while I pursued Simone: study, plan, and strike. Simone was
supposed to be temporary, but somehow the lines got blurred, and my heart
refused to let her go.

            This time, no one was going to get in my way of getting
back what is rightfully mine. After contacting my attorney two days ago, I
asked him to draw up divorce papers for Josephine and three care packages for
my
goomahs
. They each had enough money to start a new life, just not
with me in it. They did, however, have to vacate all of my properties within 30
days.

           
Staring at the lighter, I brushed my thumb
across the striker and became captivated by the orange flame. Bringing the
flame close to the edge of the papers, I watched as pieces of the file succumbed
to the burning flames. Looking down at Simone’s burning file in the sink, I
watched as all of the information of the past five years diminished into ash.

            She could fight me every day for the rest of our
lives, but in the end, she’ll have to accept our reality... I’m not going
anywhere.