Dipping Into Sin 2: Digging Deeper Into Sin (13 page)

“Tell me who you
belong to,” I said as I began unbuckling my pants.

She moaned out,
“Andriano, please.” Gripping my hardened length, I wanted more than anything to
bury my cock into her wet folds. But, I needed to know that we’re on the same
page. I can’t allow her to run away with my daughters and think that I won’t
tear this world apart in search for her. She doesn’t understand what I’m
capable of or what lengths I would go for her. 

“Answer me,” I
demanded. Sliding my pants and boxers down, I watched as her eyes widened as
the sight of my hand stroking away at my erection. She licked her lips as a
sigh escaped her lips before bringing her hand to her pussy.

“You don’t get to
touch yourself,” I demanded as I crossed over to her and pushed her hand away.

A whimper escaped
her lips while she released more juice from her center. Looking at her inner
thighs becoming coated, I dropped to my knees before her and pushed my face
into her pussy. Releasing my cock, I spread her thighs farther apart and
proceeded to lick her inner thighs that were coated with her dew.

“Ah ah ahhh shit
Andriano. Just lick me,” she moaned as she sunk the back of her head deep into
the mattress.

Breathing in her
arousal, I gripped her hips and moved to her other thigh. Outlining her inner
thigh with my tongue, I made my way down her thigh to her plump bottom. Lifting
her up slightly, I flipped her body over to her stomach and spread her cheeks
apart. Diving my tongue into her backside, I dragged my tongue from the back of
her pussy to the taut hole in her ass. Sliding my tongue into her hole, I began
breathing in and out from my mouth as I tongue fucked her backside.

“OHHH God, I
can’t. I can’t,” she screamed out. Reaching behind her, she gripped my hair and
attempted to push me away. Releasing one of her cheeks, I grabbed a hold on her
wrist and pressed it into the mattress as I continued my attack.

Spreading her
thighs, I slid my hand between her legs and tenderly pinched her clit.

“Who do you belong
to?” I asked lifting my tongue away from her. She continued to moan, and I took
her lack of answer as downright disobedience. Squeezing her clit between my
fingers harder, a shriek of pleasure escaped her lips as I covered the back of
her nether lips with my mouth. Applying just the right amount of pressure that
bordered pain and pleasure, I marked her sensitive skin with my love bites.

“You. I belong to
you Andriano,” she screamed while gripping the sheet on the bed. Her body
wiggled around, causing me to get a firm hold on her body while I licked and
sucked on her.

“Promise me you
won’t try running away again?” I asked her after smacking her bottom.  

“OHHH…UHHH, I
promise. I promise,” she groaned out her pleasure as I stroked her clit harder.
Her hands gripped the sheet as she grinded herself onto my hand.

“Fuck…you’re so
fucking wet for me,” I said blowing out an air of frustration. I wanted to fuck
her until my dick went limp from spilling my seed into her over and over again.
But, I needed to ensure that there was clarity between us.

“Promise me what?”
I asked as I spread her cheeks apart and positioned my cock to explore a place
that neither one of us has gone. Her taut hole was prime and brimming with
wetness. Bringing the tip of my shaft to her entrance, Simone backed herself
into me as if wanting me to slide into her in one thrust. 

“You’ll get this
dick, but you need to answer me first,” I said leaning over her and dropping
kisses over her shoulders and back. Lightly biting her shoulder blade, I asked
her again, “Promise me what?”

~****~

Simone

“Promise me what?”
he asked as his lips brushed against my burning skin. Feeling the tip of his
bulb at my entrance, I knew that I couldn’t resist Andriano any longer. His
bulging abs pressed against my back as he hovered over me.

Pushing back into
him, I needed to feel him enter. Hissing in air, Andriano grunted as he tried
to maintain his composure. But, I could hear the need in his voice.

Sliding the tip of
his shaft into me, a deep guttural moan escaped from deep within as I found a
pleasurable sensation in his invasion. His lips remained close to my ear while
I tilted my head back into the gap between his neck and shoulder.

“Tell me,” he
whispered in what appeared to sound like a strained tone. Sliding another inch
of himself into me, I gave up fighting, “I promise,

I’ll never leave
you again.” Filling my backside with every inch of him, I felt my insides widen
to accommodate his size. Never had I ever considered or thought about the
possibility of feeling pleasure this way. His hand cupped my sopping sex while
his index and middle fingers slipped between my folds and rubbed against my
throbbing aching nub.

Pumping in and out
of me, Andriano held my body close while he moaned, “Bella mia, stop fighting
me. Stop fighting us.”

Backing my body
into him, I met each thrust graciously. Our moans became in sync, as I felt my
explosion coming near.

“I love you,” he
repeated as he stroked my insides with his fingers and cock.

Unable to respond,
I temporarily faded into a state of bliss. Coming all over his hand, I felt
Andriano’s grip on my waist tighten as he gave one final thrust.

“Ahh, fuck!” He
screamed out as he exploded inside of me.

~****~

            Dropping light kisses
on my shoulder, I felt Andriano’s heartbeat pounding against my skin as he
engulfed me into his arms. Taking in his warmth, I felt conflicted with my
feelings.

            “Bella mia,” he
whispered close to my ear. “Tomorrow, I have to leave again.”

            “How long are you going
to be gone?”

            “Two weeks. Simone, I
need you to promise me that you won’t try leaving again.”

             Becoming stiff in his
arms, I adjusted my body to be in a sitting position. Running my fingers through
my hair, I exhaled and said, “I’m not going to leave.” Grazing his knuckles up
and down my spinal, Andriano leaned forward and kissed my back. 

Grabbing my robe
that was draped over the bed post, I covered my body as I slid off of the bed.  Turning
to face Andriano, I said, “I don’t want the girls to get confused.”

Brushing his hand
down his face, Andriano asked, “Confused about what?”

“Confused about you
and me. It’s bad enough that you and I are in the same house, much less
sleeping together. You’re married still, and I’m dating someone.”

His icy stare sent
chills down my spine as his chiseled jaw twitched slightly while I observed the
transitional change in his demeanor.

“Who is he?” His
tone remained steady despite the hint of anger that lingered in between his
words.

“Does it matter?”
I asked. “Your only focus should be on our daughters. Not my love life. Now
please leave.” Gesturing to the door, I watched as Andriano slid his body off
of the bed. Biting on my bottom lip, I couldn’t help but appreciate his
physique. 

“This is not
over,” he promised before closing the door behind him.  

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Vincenzo

Florence,
Italy

            “Did you bring it with you?” asked Antonio
Vallenti. His impertinent brown eyes studied my every movement as I dug inside
my carry-on bag. Antonio is the youngest son out of Don Vallenti’s five sons.
We met while he traveled to the States this past January. Despite his
apprehension to sit down with a Balducci, he eventually agreed to meet with me
in Long Island. Once we were better acquainted, I had to assure him that I
remained on neutral grounds of the ongoing strife between the Capparelli family
and the Vallenti family. The feud stretched back six decades when a deal went
sour. At the time, the Vallenti’s controlled the exports and imports out of the
Marina de Ancona in Florence. Once there was an increase of imports for the
Capparelli’s, the Vallenti’s started to charge the Capparelli’s significantly
more money. Complying at first, the Vallenti’s decided to insult the
intelligence of the Capparelli’s by selling off some of the inventory before
delivering the rest of the merchandise to the Capparelli’s. For two months, the
Capparelli’s did not notice the error in shipments. That all changed, when Don
Capparelli ordered the massacre of all Vallenti associates. Six decades later, they
were still dealing with the ongoing conflict between these two families. But, I
planned to change all of that…

Withdrawing the Ziploc baggie of Don
Capparelli’s tongue, right ear, and index finger, I slid the contents across
the tiny table outside of the rustic café at the corner of Via Giovan Battista
Zannoni. The famous block was known to the rest of the world as being renowned
for the leather shops and boutiques.

But to the locals, this is Don Vallenti’s
territory. All outsiders from the underworld had to be invited by a top-ranking
official from the Vallenti family. The Balducci’s never had any quarrels with
the Vallenti’s before the uniting with the Capparelli family. Ultimately, the
long-standing embroilment from the Capparelli family spilled into our bowl of
enemy soup.

Chuckling, Antonio pulled out a cigarette
and rolled the stick between his index and middle fingers as he stared at the baggie
in amazement. Bobbing up and down, Antonio’s cigarette hung off of his bottom
lip, as he spoke, “So the infamous Don Capparelli was brought back down to
earth.” Pausing for a moment, he struck a match and lit his cigarette before
taking in a log drag. Releasing the fumes from his nose, Antonio leaned on his
elbows and said, “You did good…you did good.”

Anxious, I leaned forward and brought my
tone low enough for only us to hear, “When can I see the Don?”

“Sii paziente (Be patient)…sii paziente,
Vincenzo,” Antonio replied coolly before taking in another long pull. Exhaling
the fumes in a whistling form, he pointed his index finger at me and said, “Let
me present these…gifts to my father. I’m sure he’ll appreciate this gift.”

Leaning back into my chair, I clenched my
fists tightly. Realizing where I was, I bit the inside of my mouth until I
specks of salty copper invaded my taste buds. Speaking slow and calm, I said,
“I flew out here to see Don Vallenti.”

“When Don Vallenti is ready to see you, then
we’ll get in contact with you,” Antonio said dismissively as he stood up and
slid the baggie off of the table. Walking away, I managed to suppress the rage
that stirred inside as I sent murderous plunges to his back.
I need to know
that I have their full support to kill Andriano before I leave Italy.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Victoria

New Jersey

            “Did you send the package to Reign Johnson?”
asked Thomas, the moment I opened the door. Brushing past my shoulder, he stood
in the middle of the foyer with one hand on his hip and the other hand
massaging his temple.

            “How long did you know?” I asked, as I closed the
door and faced him.

            “Excuse me?” he asked, scrunching up his face as
if somehow my question released a foul odor in the room.

            “You know exactly what I’m asking you. How long
did you know?”

            Raking his fingers through his hair, Thomas paced
frantically throughout the room before finally finding the right words. “A few
months before your father passed away, he confided in me that he had enough
supporting documents to incriminate the whole east coast mob.”

            Tucking my hand into my crossed arm, a shiver
went through my body like a brisk winter morning. These past few days were
filled with more sleepless nights. Before going to North Carolina, I spent the
whole night going through my father’s documents in box 9L9C3N8. After listening
to each of the tapes a few times, fear crawled all over my skin as I recognized
the voices of each of the men on the tapes. The first tape was of a meeting
between the former Don Capparelli and my father. The former Don Balducci
started the meeting by stating that his son was becoming distracted. According
to his sources, Andriano was seen with Simone Sinn. My father spoke up
immediately, claiming that Simone was harmless, and Andriano would grow tired
of her before the engagement party. The Don demanded to have a printout of the
financial records of Andriano’s spending habits. 

Among the other conversations that stuck out
the most was my father’s participation in having the picture of Andriano and
Josephine’s engagement photo delivered to Simone’s house five years earlier.
The most chilling was the sinister laugh that haunted the recording. That
distinct laugh came from none other than Don Capparelli. He planned on having
Simone murdered despite my father ensuring that Simone had cut off all
communications with Andriano after the abortion. He practically begged for
Simone’s life; even going as far as claiming to pay her a large sum of money to
never return to New York City.

My father’s pleas resulted in Don Balducci
saying that he would call off the hit based on the value of my father’s word.
These men knew that Simone was pregnant, and that’s probably why they were
planning to have her killed. My poor father did everything to protect Simone,
even risking his creditability with the infamous Don.
Some fucking loyalty,
my father died at the hands of the mob.
As I shuffled through the piles of
papers in the box, I couldn’t believe that my father had managed to track all payroll
records dating back to the 70’s.

Scribbling some of the names that I
recognized from the payroll, I had every intentions of exposing these shady
politicians that we’ve elected into office to not turn a blind eye. At first, I
debated on letting Simone hear the recordings. But she deserved to know the
truth about what occurred so many years ago. She needed to continue to protect
her daughters from any potential harm. After all, Andriano did not know that
she kept the babies.

Taking the first flight out to North
Carolina, I had every intention to listen to the tapes with her. But, as I
recalled her struggles that she endured while raising her children, I couldn’t bear
to see any more pain filter through her battered soul. I saw enough of that
when Andriano broke her heart. I saw it after she gave birth to the girls, and
she became overwhelmed when Olivia remained in the hospital an additional four
weeks. I saw it each and every time the girls blew out their birthday candles.
I saw it again while at my father’s wake. Though she never asked about Andriano
since his engagement party, I knew that she was dealing with her hurt. She
deserved to know the truth;
only
, I couldn’t be there to help her get
through that moment.

“So what happened? Why couldn’t my father
take them down?” I asked as I struggled to hold back the tears. Squeezing my
crossed arms tighter, I willed myself to remain strong in front of Thomas.

Clearing his throat, Thomas appeared to be
paranoid as he said, “Victoria, your father knew the risks. Things became
different once the new Don came into power. His expansion made it impossible to
find resources that were not on his payroll. We even tried to get members of
the IRS and the FBI from lower rankings.” Averting his eyes to the ground,
Thomas said in a remorseful tone, “But you see what happened with that.”

“They killed him…” I said, unable to hold
back the tear that slid down my cheek.

“You need to mail the box to her,” Thomas
said as he advanced towards me. Wrapping his hands around my shoulders, he gave
me a firm grip before saying, “We might have a chance to dismantle this
organization. Get those sons of bitches for what they did to Donald.” His eyes were
filled with the same hurt that I identified with.

“Please just mail it to her. We have a chance
to make sure that his death

was not in vain. She’s a fresh face and comes from a wealthy
background. Money can’t sway her like it did the former District Attorney.”

“I’ll send it,” I announced after a moment
of silence past between us. “What I can’t seem to understand is what do you
gain from this?”

The valence of emotions that covered his
neutral face was not entirely positive or negative. Rather, he seemed shocked
by my question.

“What kind of relationship did you and my
father have?” I asked; even though I was not entirely sure if I wanted know his
answer. His eyes diverted every direction except where he was supposed to look.

Releasing his grip, his hands dropped to his
sides, and he began backing away from me. Shaking his head, Thomas began to
walk towards the front door in an attempt to escape.

“Don’t walk away from me Thomas,” my voice
rose loud enough to echo throughout the room; loud enough for him to halt all
movements as he gave me his back. “You were my father’s lawyer for over ten
years. So I can understand why you would want justice for him. But, what I
can’t understand is what kind of relationship you had with my father.”

Exhaling loudly, Thomas’ hand massaged the
back of his neck before he turned slowly to face me. “We were lovers.”

            The sharp intake of my breath caused him to winch
slightly before he regained the ability to move. Running out of the front door,
Thomas left me standing in the center of my foyer before I collapsed to the
ground in a fit of tears.