Dipping Into Sin 2: Digging Deeper Into Sin

by DJ Parker

  “Unnnuuuhhhh…ohhh shit baby. Come take your pussy,” she moaned which only encouraged me to continue to stroke her until oblivion.

  Her pussy clutched onto my fingers as she tightened her quivering hole with enough firmness to encourage me to keep stroking. The pads of my fingertips grazed over her soft, fleshy insides with vigor denoted to please. Branding her insides, I continued to rub over her spot.

  “I want you,” she begged in between her whimpers of incoherent ramblings. Lifting her back off of the mattress, Simone switched positions as she straddled me.

  Unbuttoning my pants, Simone dug her hand in and captured my erection. Hissing, a groan escaped my lips as I looked up at her lustful eyes.

  “Come take this dick, bella mia.” Licking her lips, Simone’s eyes danced with excitement as she pulled my pants down before reaching for the waistband of my boxers. Dragging the boxers down, Simone smiled with appreciation as my cock extended once it was finally free. Her glassy eyes became mesmerized as her lips parted. Sucking in her bottom lip, my cock released pre-cum with appreciation.

  “You just don’t know what you do to me,” I admitted huskily as the clear fluid traveled down the tip.

  Leaning forward, Simone’s lips wrapped around the swollen tip of my length, savoring the little release that coated my dick. A moan escaped from the hollowness of her throat, as her tongue lapped the length of me with slow strokes. My fingers traveled to her hair as I gripped her tresses and guided her warm mouth.

  “Aaahhh fuck,” I moaned as I moved in and out of her tight mouth. Pushing her mouth away from me, I picked up Simone and slid her body up my body and positioned her wet cunt over my dick. Slamming her pussy onto me, I held onto her thighs and moved my hands up to her breast. Squeezing her soft breast in my hands, I watched as my bella mia’s eyelids fluttered.

  Pumping my cock into her, I asked, “Who does this belong to?” Circling her waist like clockwork, she rubbed her wetness all over my cock.

  “It’s all yours baby,” Simone proudly confessed.

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Nicolai

  Three Months Later

  Images of Vincenzo’s body dropping to the ground still haunted my dreams as I tried to work through his betrayal. My baby brother, my own flesh and blood was blinded by jealousy and was consumed by greed. So much so, he crossed over to enemy lines and was willing to get me killed in the crossfire. Keeping the details of his murder under wraps, the only people who knew that I pulled the trigger that pierced through his heart, were the three other men in the room—Andriano, Battista, and Lucas.

  Flying back to Italy, after Josephine and Vincenzo’s funeral, Andriano, Battista, and I wiped out all members of the Vallenti crew before Andriano announced his resignation. “I know that I made a vow to always remain loyal, but my loyalty is to my own family. I have three beautiful daughters who are more important than some fucking territory. I have a woman that I plan on marrying.”

  Releasing a banter of laughter, I looked at Andriano, “Three daughters? Get the fuck out of here. When did you even make three daughters?”

  “Does it look like I’m joking?” he asked. Before I could respond, he continued, “Simone never went through with the abortion. She gave birth to triplets. She gave me three beautiful girls.”

  “Shit man, three girls?” I asked in disbelief.

  Nodding his head, Andriano continued, “I need to be the best father that I can be to my daughters and the best husband that I can be to Simone.”

  “But, the only way that you can leave is through death,” I reminded Andriano.

  “I know and that’s why I need to make this hit look like I never made it out of Italy. I have everything arranged with my attorney. But, I need people to believe that I died out here,” Andriano explained.

  “Are you sure?” Battista asked.

  “Yes,” he answered. Nodding our heads, we understood what needed to be done. So we faked Andriano’s death. To the rest of the world, Andriano Balducci died in a yacht explosion. For two weeks, Andriano remained in hiding as we worked through the logistics surrounding Andriano’s death.

  When we were finally able to get Andriano out of Italy, he was more excited to reunite with his family.

  ~****~

  “So that greedy bastard finally retired, huh?” asked Andriano as we sat across from each other in the kitchen at his new home. Sliding his phone across the island, I looked over at the news article announcing the retirement of the New York City District Attorney.

  “He dropped by a few weeks ago and said that he will be resigning from his position because of some health issues,” I answered as I recalled the meeting between the former D.A. Michael Scappa and myself. Poor fella couldn’t even look me in the eye while he spoke.

  Remaining unmoved, I simply nodded my head and knew what needed to be done. Michael knew too much information about our businesses, and I couldn’t rest knowing that he could drop the dime on us at any given time. Congratulating and wishing him well, I shook hands with the man who just signed his death certificate.

  “You know what has to happen,” I said as I looked between him and Battista. Nodding his head, Battista took another swig of his drink.

  “When are you going back to the old country?” Andriano asked Battista, changing the subject altogether.

  “I think that I’ll stick around here; help Nic’ run the businesses in the city. Maybe get a taste of New York City women,” said Battista as he leaned back in his chair.

  “Daddy, Daddy,” screamed Jasmine. Andriano’s face lit up as he scooped his daughter into his arms and put her onto his lap.

  “What’s that?” Jasmine asked.

  “What’s what bella stella (beautiful star)?” Andriano asked his daughter. This was my third time seeing his children, and I still could not get over the striking resemblance. At first I was cautious and wary of Andriano’s discovery of finding out that he had kids. Five years had passed and all of a sudden he pops up out of nowhere and said that he was the father to triplets. But, upon seeing them for the very first time, I knew immediately that they were part of the Balducci family.

  “That,” she said as she pointed to the beer bottle.

  “It is…uh…daddy juice,” Andriano responded to his daughter as he bounced Jasmine on his lap.

  “Daddy juice,” Jasmine asked as she looked up at Andriano’s face. Her eyebrows narrowed questioningly as her hands rested, palms down on his forearms.

  “You know how you like to have milk with your cookies?” Seeing her nod, Andriano continued, “This is the same thing.”

  “But where are your cookies? Is it Daddy cookies?” Jasmine asked almost immediately.

  “I ate it already,” Andriano lied. Seeming to be pleased by his answer, Jasmine leaned her body against his chest and played with his fingers.

  It is still shocking how much she resembled Andriano. More shocking is that I still can’t adjust to Andriano being a father to triplets. I admired his courage to walk away from this life in order to be with his family. I’ve never seen him so happy than when he reconnected with Simone. The love that he had for her was remarkable in its own right. Compared to the person he was before, Andriano turned a complete 180 as his newfound priorities were now his main focus. If it did not involve his wife or children, Andriano did not give a flying fuck about anything or anyone; he made that clear on more than one occasion.

  “Have you checked out the new D.A. yet?” Andriano asked the moment his daughter, Jasmine, jumped off of his lap and ran out of the kitchen.

  “Nope. Not yet. I’ll have to make sure that she gets assimilated and onboard with our system. From what I heard, she’s the youngest D.A. in the history of New York City,” I said as I stretched my hands to rest behind my neck.

  “Is she from out here?” Andriano asked as he took a swig of his beer.

  Leaning on my elbows, I said, “I don’t know where she’s from but, I’ll be sending her a welcome gift and hopefully we w
on’t have to eliminate her before her first week on the job.”

  “They’re all the same. Give them what they need in little doses and they’ll be eating out of your hand,” Andriano advised.

  “I’m not stressed about her; she’ll get the picture sooner or later. I have a source at the office who’ll keep me posted on our new District Attorney.”

  ~****~

  Victoria

  New York City

  Walking through the doors of the Manhattan District Attorney’s office, I knew that this was the right thing to do. As I pressed the button on the elevator pad, I watched as the numbers shifted to each floor. Exhaling, I walked off of the elevator the moment the doors opened. Feeling renewed, I felt confident in what I had to do. Someone is going to pay for the death of my father…

  “Good morning,” I greeted the assistant at the desk.

  With a pleasant smile, the middle-aged woman asked, “How can I help you?”

  “I have a package for District Attorney, Reign Johnson.”

  Epilogue

  Andriano

  “Bella mia, hurry up and open the letter,” I said to Simone as I pulled the back of her body closer to my front. Dropping light kisses down the side of her neck, I inhaled her fresh scent as I rubbed my hand over her swollen belly. It didn’t take long for my son to respond to my touch as he poked his foot against Simone’s skin. Last night he started to kick her stomach while I spoke in Italian to him.

  “You see what you started?” Simone giggled as she tossed the envelope onto the kitchen counter and proceeded to unfold the letter.

  “I just wanted to feel my boy,” I said proudly.

  I never knew how horny I could become until my bella mia became pregnant with my son, Andriano, Jr. Maybe it is because her beautiful body expanded and made room for our growing child. As the weeks passed, I watched her body transform and in each stage, she became more beautiful. She had the sexiest waddle that I’ve ever seen, and I always struggled to keep my hands at bay.

  She’s now in her later stages of the last trimester, and she’s been trying to remain active. Even though I begged Simone to stay home and give up her job as a registered nurse, she insisted on having her independence. For the first few months, I treated her like she was an invalid as I rushed to do everything before she even asked. Simone would always remind me that she did experience pregnancy with multiples before and how she managed to do everything for herself even while on bed rest. I guess, for me, it was my first time that I’m experiencing this process, and I wanted to make sure that Simone never had to struggle like she did with our daughters. Our daughters, my princesses.

  Our daughters were excited that they were going to have a little brother. Simone always commented that our daughters had me wrapped around their fingers, and I would always remind her that she did also. Right now, I was teaching them Italian, and they seemed to pick up the language a lot quicker than we expected. My princesses pulled me in every direction, and I was eager to please each of them. Despite Simone’s objection, my daughters got whatever they wanted from the food that they wanted to eat at night to the clothes that they wanted to wear. I knew that I was only setting myself up to have to deal with their more outrageous behaviors in the future, but I couldn’t help it. The way they would look at me, from their eyes to their pouty mouths, I couldn’t help but to make them happy.

  My daughters and I had our own special bond. Once a month, I took each of them out on daddy/daughter dates to wherever they wanted to go. I wanted to show them early on how a real man should treat a woman. It was something that I lacked when I first met my bella mia. I guess God repaid me back by blessing me with not one, but three girls. Feeling my face grow pale, I couldn’t envision my daughters being teenagers. I knew that I would have to dust off my gun and prepare to hurt any boy who broke their hearts. Simone’s mom flew in a couple of days ago to watch after our daughters as Simone neared her delivery date.

  “Congratulations, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Safe Haven Medical School,” Simone read out loud as she shivered with excitement.

  Turning to face me, Simone’s face beamed with excitement as tears of joy glistened in the brim of her eyes. “Oh bella mia, I’m so happy for you,” I whispered against her lips as I captured her mouth. “I’ll be your first patient,” I said in between sucking on her bottom lip.

  Purring, Simone simply hummed her response as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Rubbing my hand up and down her back, I reached for her soft bottom and grabbed a handful. Her body became stiff as her lips broke contact with my mouth.

  Alarmed I held onto Simone’s forearms and asked, “Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?”

  “Oh God, Andriano,” she blurted out. “My water broke.”

  Dragging my eyes to the ground, I didn’t fully understand just what it meant for a woman’s water to break. No amount of videos or books could’ve prepared me for this moment. I murdered people, dodged bullets, fist-fought and am not afraid to die. But for some reason, I couldn’t handle this. As much as I wanted to meet my son, I couldn’t shake the feeling of uneasiness that paralyzed me.

  “Andriano, babe, look at me,” said Simone in a calm voice. Nervous, I couldn’t help but panic slightly as I looked at her expressionless face. She looked so strong, and it bothered me to no end that I was crumpling into a weak man. Following the motion of her lips, I tried to make out what she was saying but could not hear a sound. Palming my cheek, Simone refocused my attention as she locked eyes with me before repeating, “Just get me my dress from upstairs.”

  “I love you bella mia,” I said after finally overcoming my comatose state.

  “I love you too but, I don’t think that you would want to deliver our baby on the kitchen floor,” she said as her eyes squeezed shut.

  ~****~

  Four hours later

  Holding onto my son, his eyes opened slightly as his puffy face was polished in a pink/red hue. His eyes were grey with specks of green in the center. His hair was an ashy blond that lay slick down on his head. The moment my bella mia did her final push, I saw my son slide into the doctor’s hand. He remained quiet causing Simone and me to panic briefly. Getting ready to strangle the doctor, I watched as he tapped my son’s bottom two times, signaling a heartfelt cry to escape my boy’s lips. I never knew that I was crying until a nurse handed me a tissue in one hand and scissors in the other hand. Cutting the umbilical cord, I watched carefully as they raced him over to the table and began to clean my son before wrapping him up and bringing him to Simone. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked down at our son. Kissing her damp forehead, I repeatedly thanked Simone for blessing me with another child.

  Filled with so much pride, I stared down at my boy with a heart filled with an undying love. Looking over at a sleeping Simone, I couldn’t be happier to have a second chance to make things right with my one and only true love. My bella mia was completely strong throughout the birth of my son. She refused to take any medications and chose to meditate and practice breathing exercises that we learned in her Lamaze classes.

  Growing up, I thought that it would be normal for me to have a son and prepare him to be an heir to my empire. I knew that I could only raise him like how my father raised me. I knew that I would be proud of his ruthful antics that he would use to take down our enemies. But, today was different. I was not prepared to raise my son to be the best man that he could be. I surely did not want him to be like me or my father. He needed to be his own man and form his own destiny. The only thing that I could give him are helpful tools and lifelong lessons that I learned along the way. This is my son, and he will become the man that I aspired to be today.

  The END

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  Loving Her In The Shadows

  Nicolai's story

  Prologue

  “If we’re going to do this, there can’t be any strings attached. I�
�m looking for one night only,” said Reign as she confidently made her demand.

  She was not looking for a relationship nor was she searching for anything else outside of sex. This perfect stranger seemed to be more than capable of fulfilling this task as he began loosening his navy blue tie.

  “Did you hear me?” asked Reign, as she put her perfectly manicured hand on her hip. Still, his cool demeanor remained un-phased as he began unbuttoning his shirt. Walking to the hotel room closet, he opened the door and pulled out a hanger. After placing his shirt on the hanger, he began unbuckling his belt, followed by unbuttoning his black slacks.

  Reign’s throat tightened as he strolled towards her like a predator cornering his prey. No man had ever made her feel so small or vulnerable. Yet, this man’s mere silence weakened her. Standing before her, his intense blue eyes bored into her as if he dared her to be defiant.

  “Did you—” the rest of the words dissolved against her lips. She suddenly lost all thought process when he pulled his undershirt over his head. The only time she saw a man’s body this built and toned was when she skimmed through her husband’s Men’s Magazine. His body resembled a gladiator’s body on the show Spartacus. Muscles bulged out from all parts of his torso as each of his pectorals jumped slightly while under her spectating eyes. Do it again, she almost said out loud.

  “Shut up and strip,” he said arrogantly, as his eyes remained fixed on Reign’s flushed face.

  “Excuse me?” Reign asked as she regretfully looked back up at his face. He made her lose count of just how many abs he had.