Dipping Into Sin 2: Digging Deeper Into Sin Page 9

  Leaning back in her chair, Shannon began, “Your friend would have to go to Family Court. From there, the court would issue a temporary order of protection for the children while they start their investigation. But if this person is the biological parent, the court could grant supervised visits while they proceed with the investigation. This includes the Child Welfare System being involved in the children’s lives and your friend’s life.”

  Feeling the color drain from my skin, I started to feel nauseous. “How long does this generally take?”

  Shaking her head, Shannon huffed out her answer, “It could take six months to a year. It definitely depends on the situation and how fast the courts move. Don’t get me wrong; if you—I mean your friend can prove that this person is endangering the welfare of your child, the court would have no problem making the order of protection permanent. They would need to contact current and past employers and would even go, as far as, searching through past records. If your friend has any past incidents or criminal involvements, they’ll become the immediate focus. This could prolong the process.”

  Rubbing my fingers through my hair, I proceeded to massage my scalp to relieve the tension. I can’t expose my daughters to this madness, I thought as I struggled to hold back my tears.

  “Simone, are you sure that everything is okay? I have a lawyer who helped make sure that my children’s father paid child support and lost his visitation rights. If you want, I could give you his number.”

  Nodding my head, I broke a smile and said, “Thanks, Shannon, but that won’t be necessary. I’ll pass the information along to my friend, and hopefully this matter will get resolved. Standing up, I walked towards my locker and placed my lunch bag into my small duffle bag.

  Wiping away a tear, I willed myself to remain strong like Grandma. Somehow…someway, I will get Andriano away from my daughters.

  ~****~

  Simone

  Later that night...

  Between Grandma still being in a coma, Andriano finding out about my daughters, and Acelia being sick, I felt more alone and unsure about everything. What the hell am I going to do now? I couldn’t just run away with my daughters and leave Grandma alone. After all that she did for all of us, I refused to be a coward and run away again because of Andriano. Despite all of my attempts to show him that he was unwelcomed in my home, he remained passive and unreadable. He continued his mockery of being expressionless even after I tossed the sheets and pillows at his feet. He remained quiet and created a makeshift bed in the middle of the hallway.

  “I leave the night-light on for my daughters. Just in case they need to use the bathroom. If it’s too much for you, you can always check into a hotel,” I said as I flicked the switch on the plug-in night-light before turning to face him.

  He still remained silent as his eyes bored into me intensely. A muscle bulged out on the side of his face, twitching uncontrollably. Turning around, I quickly entered my bedroom and closed the door before releasing the breath that was caught in my throat. Pressing my back against the door, I attempted to regain my composure.

  Caught up in a maze of raw emotions, I thought that I got over Andriano’s deceit. How can I hate and love this man after five years of being away from him? As much as I wanted to deny the unnerving feeling that stirred within me, I struggled to shake the longing—the passion that gripped my sex. Not even Andre could cause my skin to boil with a heated fervor that became like a second layer of skin. I want him; at least, I knew that much to be true.

  Huffing loudly, I swung my legs off of the bed and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my kneecaps. Burying my face into the palms of my hands, I inhaled and exhaled my frustration. How am I going to get this man out of my house?

  Standing up, I pulled my silk black robe off of the bedpost and walked over to the door and gently turned the knob. The old rickety door seemed to creak much louder than I intended as I slowly opened the door wider. Stopping halfway, I slid my body sideways to leave my bedroom. Looking down at his body, my eyes traveled to every part of his naked torso. Even in the dimly lit hallway, I could see every bulging muscle and valley that was encrypted into his body as if his muscles were a language of its own. His toned arm draped over his face as his hand rested on his midsection. The thin lavender sheet stopped below his naval, as one of his legs remained bent into an upright position. Stepping over his body, I tiptoed past his sleeping form and headed downstairs. This man intended to be a pain my ass, I thought as I took a swig from my bottle of water. Looking out of the kitchen window, I became lost in the deep shade of blue settling in the night sky. Andriano has to leave.

  “Thank you for keeping our daughters.”

  The fine hairs on the back of my neck stood straight as strong, firm hands wrapped around my arms. Turning my body around, Andriano’s hand palmed the right side of my cheek. Rendered speechless as his other hand released my arm and dropped down to my waist, all of my thoughts turned into mush. Clasping his thick long fingers around the side of my waist, he leaned forward and captured my lips with one swooping motion before I could search for the words to stop him. Somehow the ball of emotions—the rapture of confusion in my heart evaporated the moment his lips found mine. Palming the side of my face, Andriano tilted my head back only to satisfy his hungry tongue the moment he slid in between the seam of my lips. Panting heavily against his assaulting lips, I attempted to keep up with his vigor and aggression. His kiss deepened with a sense of urgency, as his hands and body represented a control that he intended to have over me. Pressing my body against the counter, Andriano’s bottom half smashed against my abdomen, sending waves of liquid heat to my pulsating sex. His hardness held me hostage as I felt him grow larger and larger.

  But then I remembered the hurt…

  Flashbacks, remnants of the past, appeared clearly causing me to relive each and every moment of our secret relationship—this was how he got me the first time. Though my body yearned for his next kiss and his fervent touch, I couldn’t allow him to take complete control over me again. The engagement invitation that I saw on the day that I was scheduled to get my abortion was real. He wanted me to kill our babies…our babies…our fucking creations. He fed me lie after lie and even went as far as to tell me that he loved me. What did he love? Did he even know how to love? He was the one that wanted me to give him a chance, and I trusted him. Each time that we made love, and he held me close in his arms, he promised to take away all of my fears…take away all of the hurt that I endured at the hands of my stepfather. Promises poured out of his mouth, and I foolishly drunk every last drop of his lies. Five years ago, I was in love with this man… more like I was in love all by myself.

  Drowning in a sea of anguish, I struggled to swim to the shore. Swim to safety. Swim away from the one man who scarred me deep inside. He was the reason why I couldn’t love anyone else but him. Hurt pierced through my soul as I fought back to hold the tears that misted my eyelids. I don’t know how I could hate and love him so much. Perhaps, I never had a chance to deal with my hurt; rather, I suppressed it with an overlapping amount of responsibilities. And as I delved into our kiss, my anger took complete control, as I became the aggressor.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I deepened the kiss by controlling the rhythm of our tongues. Licking each corner of his mouth, I left no place unclaimed as I tugged on his bottom lip.

  The scar of his kiss remained on my lips the moment he finally freed me from his control. His hooded eyes were heavy and filled with a primitive arousal as his heated fingertips gently gripped my thighs. Feeling the coolness of the kitchen counter under my bottom, Andriano nestled in between my legs, making me more aware of my need. Leaning forward, Andriano fought to reclaim my lips.

  “Bella mia…” he whispered against my lips, “You’ll always be mine.” Cupping my fervent sex, Andriano’s fingers began to travel along the lining of my shorts.

  “Andriano, please,” I begged against his yearning lips. Resting my hand against his chest, I felt
the vibration of his heartbeat pounding against my fingertips in a slow rhythmic motion. Dropping light kisses against my chin, Andriano’s hands roamed up my waist to slide my body forward. A moan escaped my lips as he lifted my body up. With quick precision, Andriano wiped the contents off of the counter and laid my back against the wooden surface.

  Wrapping his fingers around the straps, he untied my robe and revealed my mix-matched pajama shorts and spaghetti strap shirt. Yanking the shorts down my waist, he tossed the garment over his shoulder. Reaching for the straps on my shirt, he ripped the top straight down the middle effortlessly. His lust-driven eyes roamed over my body. Ever since I had the girls, I was shapely with bigger breasts, thicker thighs, and wider hips. I was slightly bigger than I was five years ago with stretch marks left on my body from carrying my daughters.

  Dropping tender kisses, his lips lurked over each part of my body as if he was somehow appreciating all of the changes, leaving no room for me to feel self-conscious. He paused briefly as he focused his attention on the incision scar that was left from my caesarean delivery. His index and middle fingers grazed over the scar before he leaned forward and dropped a kiss. The instant shock zapped me back to my correct senses. Lifting my body up, I attempted to back away in order to place some form of distance between us. Just enough space so that I could gather my thoughts.

  “Goddamn, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said huskily as his soft fingertips slid slowly down my parted lips. A single tear escaped the threshold of my eyelids, and that’s when I knew that I was not ready to face the hurt. “This is a mistake.”

  Looping each of my thighs over his arms, he jerked me forward, causing my back to hit the counter again. Prying my legs to open wider with his muscular, wide shoulders, his lips dropped down to my scar, causing another tear to slide down my cheek. Trying to push his head away, I couldn’t contain the emotional barriers that crumpled as he kissed my scar tenderly over and over again.

  Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I allowed the tears to flow freely, as I repeatedly said through clenched teeth, “I hate you.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Andriano

  Dropping light kisses over her scar, her writhing body became calm as her enticing heated scent filled my nostrils. Her flushed skin wilted beneath my lips as I aimed to put us out of our misery.

  “I hate you,” she whimpered as she threaded her fingers through my hair.

  “You don’t mean it,” I mumbled in between dropping kisses all over her body. Inching lower and lower, her thick thighs shook as I wedged them wider. Her scent caused my cock to jump as my mouth watered the moment that I became face-to-face with her dampness. Dipping my tongue to lap the dewy cream that oozed from her slit sent me into a frenzy as I was finally…home.

  Her puffy lips wrapped around my tongue like a coat as the flatbed of my tongue became marinated with her juice. “I love you, bella mia, always and forever,” I spoke against her throbbing clit before wrapping my lips around the engorged nub and sucking until it became tender and pinker. Pulsating against my lips, I made love to her clit, sending a series of vibrations to the pointy round nub.

  “Unnhhh…Andriano. Fuccckkkk,” she moaned, as she attempted to slide away from me. Grabbing her thighs, I slid her closer to me as I buried my face further into her treasure of gold. Looking up at her becoming undone under the possession of my tongue sent more signals to my hardened length. I needed to be buried deep into her, reclaiming what was rightfully mine. Reminding her that this will forever be my pussy. “Forever,” I claimed as I sucked on her succulent puffy nether lips. Slipping my tongue into her canal once more, I shoveled her wetness onto my tongue, determined to get my fill of her sweet nectar.

  “I’m a—I’m about to…ohhhh fucckkk,” she groaned as she shoved her greedy center into my mouth. I welcomed her hungry pussy, feeding her every want and desire. Like a savage, my tongue stroked her ripeness as my face became smeared with her essence.

  Her thighs trembled slightly beneath my fingertips, signaling her oncoming orgasm. Sucking on her bulbous knob again, I snaked my hand under her thigh and slid my middle finger in and out of her molten hotness. Just as she was near her explosion, I pulled my finger out and released my grip on her ripened clit.

  The puckered nub glistened and extended as cream oozed out of her center, adding moisture to her slick lips. An overflow of cream traveled down towards her ass crack. Swiping my index finger to her heated cunt, I dipped my finger into her nectar and scooped some of her sweetness. Her eyes widened as she watched me lick her juices off of my index finger. Her flavor was tantalizing and addictive as I savored the moment of bliss that she brought to my tongue.

  Sliding my index and middle fingers down her slit again, I took a heartier scoop and licked heaven off of my fingers. Her hand reached up to me, and she lifted her body up midway. Poking her tongue out, Simone licked her lips before drawing my coated fingers into her mouth. Her warm tongue slowly licked away the rest of her honeydew, as my fingers stroked her pussy once more. The feel of her stickiness latching onto my fingers as I pleasured her, hardened my own length. Rolling her eyes to the roof of her head, Simone showered in a wave of ecstasy. This time, I intended to let her cum easy. But, the next time she’s going to have to wait until I was ready to let her cum. Coming off of her flight of euphoric bliss, I watched as the art of seduction was captured in her hooded eyes.

  Dropping light kisses down her back, I felt her heated skin shiver under my lips. Reluctantly pulling away from her, I stood up and swept her tender naked body into my arms. Walking up the stairs, I stared into her eyes and became speechless at what I saw in the depths…she still loves me.

  Placing her onto the bed, I reluctantly pulled away from her as I made my way back to my makeshift bed in the hallway. Stroking my painful cock, I attempted to rub away the effect that her scent was having on me. More than anything, my dick wanted to reclaim her body. But, she wasn’t ready. So I stared at her door and continued to stroke away the urgency until the swelling finally went down. Unable to cum, I shot back up and made my way into the bathroom and allowed the cold water to shower away my erection.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Simone

  “Mommy.”

  The faint high-pitched voice bought a soothing calmness to me. Hearing the little voice again followed by giggles, I blinked rapidly as I snatched air into my lungs. Rising quickly into a sitting position, I faced all three of my daughters. Pulling the covers closer to cover my exposed breast, I felt more refreshed and rejuvenated than I had in a long time. Did last night really happen? Clearing his throat, I looked over at Andriano, who stood at the foot of my bed with a tray of food in his hands. Those hands…those freaking marvelous hands tortured my body with a blissful ecstasy.

  Last night was a complete mistake. But even as I wanted to stop him, I couldn’t. On the surface, I knew that sleeping with this married man was completely immoral, but deep down I wanted every inch of him last night. I wanted to feel again. I wanted to make love to the only man that could ignite my flame. But, he stopped himself from going any further. To some degree, I felt disappointed and would have much rather cum a few more times last night.

  “Good morning bella mia,” he said as my eyes moved up from his strong chiseled jaw to his dangerous lips, to settle on his steely eyes. Even as he held the tray in his hands, he was visibly still upset.

  “Her name is ‘Mommy’,” said Jasmine as she flipped her body to face him. “Why do you call Mommy bella? Is it like Belle from Beauty and the Beast?”

  Andriano’s eyes lit up with amusement as he held back the smile that beckoned to sprout out. “I call your mommy ‘bella mia’ because she is beautiful to me,” he answered almost immediately, causing my mouth to clamp shut. “After last night, she knows that she’ll always be my bella mia,” he mumbled under his breath as his eyes remained on me.

  “Why don’t you just say beautiful then?”

  A smile tugged at his lips
as he looked down at Jasmine’s inquisitive face. “Your mommy likes when I speak Italian to her.”

  Clearing my throat, I looked away from Andriano’s heated stare. “Why are you girls up so early?” Looking at the clock on my nightstand, I saw that it was 7:30 AM.

  “I woke up earlier and went to the store to get a few things that I needed to make Reed’s famous breakfast. By the time that I got back, the girls were just getting up, and I asked them if they wanted to help me make breakfast.” His rich voice sent shivers down my spine. I hated that his voice alone transfixed my body to a state of lustful needs.

  “Oh, that’s nice. Did you guys say thank you to Mr. Balducci?” I asked as I watched at Andriano’s face transform into three different emotions. Anger. Sadness. Cold.

  Bringing his face back into a neutral setting, Andriano said, “I checked on the girls in the middle of the night.”

  “Why would you do that?” I asked alarmed that he was alone with my daughters. Even though I knew that he would protect our daughters with every being in him and then some, I still had an unsettling feeling in my stomach about his presence in their lives.

  “I just wanted to make sure that they were okay.” He said tenderly as he placed the tray in front of me. His nearness set off a chain of flutters inside the pit of my stomach. Turning towards me, his face a mere inch away from me, his lustful transparent gaze settled on my lips for a few seconds longer before backing away from me.

  A deep gulp was the only sound that could be heard in the silent room, as all eyes were resting on me. Picking up the fork, I put a hearty portion of the omelet into my mouth. Immediately a burst of different flavors hit my palate as I looked down at the colorful fillings.

  “What kind of omelet is this?” I asked as I forked off another piece of the fluffy hearty omelet.

  “It’s called Den-den-den…what is it called again?” Acelia looked up at Andriano for an answer.