Dipping Into Sin (a BWWM Alpha Male Romance) (2 page)

W
alking into the VIP section, I felt a forceful pull to look over to my right. The beautiful chocolate delicacy wrapped her small fingers around the flute glass, taking sips, as she sat next to big mouth Victoria. As if by instinct, my cock started to enlarge as I lustfully stared at her.
I should replace her glass with my cock and let her swallow every last drop of the agony that she is putting me through.

“We need to hurry up and get this meeting started,” I mumbled impatiently under my breath. Vincenzo convinced Nicolai and me to have this meeting up here. After seeing this beauty, I should really thank him.

This goddess subconsciously forced me to be grateful that I decided to have this meeting in the VIP section, as opposed to my office. She looked absolutely breathtaking in the dress that hugged her hourglass curves. She was not the usual girl with whom I would be seen entertaining. But then again, I have never met anyone as gorgeous as she is. The dress accentuated her round hips and curvy frame.

I had to make her look at me and, as if on cue, we locked eyes. It was as if time stopped, as this beauty commanded my attention. I felt an unusual alarming shiver run across my neck and down my spine when she finally broke the intense eye contact. I became intimidated and alarmed, as I saw my life in this beautiful woman’s eyes. It had to be my body just lusting over her.

Big mouth Victoria finally did something right, as she made a formal introduction.
Simone
. I finally had a name to match this beautiful woman. She looked out of her element. Clearly she was not a usual in this group.
How did she know Victoria?

Walking across the room, I intentionally sat where I had a good view of this lovely distraction. If it were not for my cousins, Nicolai and Vincenzo, I would plot, prey, and pounce on Simone just to release this control she had on me.

Leaning in, Nicolai whispered in my ear, “Go fuck her before Josephine gets here.”

“Fuck, am I that obvious? Josephine and I are not even in our arrangement yet, so I could fuck any girl I wanted right in front of her.”

“You are openly gawking at her. I mean, she did cause my dick to jump too when I looked at her. I wonder if what they say about black women in bed is true.”

As if compelled to protect her, I gave Nicolai the look of death; if he dared disrespected her or felt like touching what was mine, there would be serious consequences.
What was mine? What has gotten into me?

Nicolai seemed to back down as if he took heed of my death stare. I looked over at Simone again, as she attempted to stand up for the second time. I wanted to leap up and haul her off to the bathroom, lock the door, and do unimaginable things to her body. When she turned around and went to the bathroom, I caught my breath as my eyes traveled up her sexy toned legs, thick thighs, and ample high perky ass. My cock strained as I wondered if she liked to wear thongs or booty shorts.
I’m going to see her in both,
I thought, making up my mind to have
her
. She was stacked like no other woman, with just the right amount of everything. I’m usually a breast man, but she caused me to rethink everything that once turned me on about a woman when I saw her ass. Her dark coffee bean complexion was the most captivating, as it stood out the most.
I should kick everybody out, close the VIP section, and strip her out of her clothes. I wanted to know how it would taste to lick brandy off of her nipples. Or how fast her ass would jiggle if I fingered her pussy from behind. I wanted to know how her full bow-shaped lips would look wrapped around my cock.

“Christ, she is fucking beautiful,” I mumbled to myself—apparently too loud because both Nicolai and Vincenzo looked in my direction and then back at Simone, who was now standing and walking.

“Damn,” I heard from both of my cousins, as they too adjusted themselves in their seats and stared at this enchanting beauty. Immediately, I started to get angry that both of them, and every other man in this club, probably harbored the same desire and need for fulfillment.

She’s mine, and I am not sharing.

I envisioned following her to the bathroom and slamming her up against the wall as I ripped the form fitting dress off of her. My hands would invade every part of her body as if fully inspecting her authenticity.

Gliding my hands swiftly up her inner thighs, I would eagerly make my way up to her beautiful flower. Sliding my fingers between her slick wet folds, I would touch her bud lightly. Being greedy and needy, I would go down on my knees, wrap both of her thighs over my shoulder blades, and deeply inhale her sweet core. Lacing soft kisses on her thighs that trailed towards her damp lips, I would take my time gliding my tongue in a slithering straight line when I approach her most intimate treasure. Her sweet dewy essence would hold my tongue hostage, as I would lap up my fill of her flowing nectar. In one smooth thrust, I would push my tongue into her quivering hole in search of her g-spot.

I couldn’t concentrate on the meeting, as my eyes drifted to the bathroom…waiting.
Fuck this
. Before I could stand up and make my way to the bathroom, Victoria climbed off of Kurt’s lap and walked quickly to the bathroom. Feeling tension rising, I looked over at Vincenzo and Nicolai with great hostility. They were not my problem, but I had to take my frustration out on someone. Within minutes, Simone appeared again arm in arm with Victoria. They both briefly looked at Kurt, who was now whispering seductively in the ear of one of Josephine’s entourage, Mona. His hand was itching its way up Mona’s thigh. 

“Hey baby,” said an annoying Josephine, who planted a soft kiss on my lips.

Just then, Simone looked directly at Josephine and me as we exchanged a kiss. She turned and walked away—leaving me more frustrated that I had missed my chance to make her mine tonight.

I
looked over at Victoria once we were in the cab. The once bubbly and high-spirited girl was now silent and withdrawn. She appeared to have aged in a matter of minutes, with a large amount of creasing now etched into her forehead.

Geez, I did not know a guy could really do that to you.
“Are you ok?” I asked, as I reached for her hand and held on to it.

“It’s like, I show him how much his actions do not affect me and I try to go with the flow of things between us—but he still wants to treat me like the rest of his groupies,” she confessed.

“Honestly, he is going to be exposed to all kinds of women wanting his attention because of the line of business he is in. Maybe you should consider doing what is best for you,” I advised.

“I know that, but I feel as though he really does care and wants me to show some more understanding of his lifestyle,” she explained.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I tried to calm my nerves in order to avoid stating the obvious.

“Let’s get something to eat. I’m starving. Hey, can you take us to
City
Night Limits
on the Lower East Side?” said Victoria to the cab driver, who simply nodded.

Victoria looked down at her phone and started sending out a series of text messages. Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the front of the restaurant. For the second time tonight, Victoria insisted that she use her credit card to pay the cab fare. Aside from my grandmother, I never met anyone who was as generous as Victoria.

Entering the expensive establishment, all eyes were directly on me for the obvious reason of my distinctive pigment difference. Although I felt slightly uncomfortable, I was thankful that there was only a handful of people at the restaurant who sat in a charted off area. The empty classic bar, on the opposite side of the room, was massive in size and had distinctive high wooden stools wrapped around the “L” shaped bar. The bartender looked up, eyeing me suspiciously before he resumed to wiping the marble bar top. Victoria seemed unbothered, as she told the waitress to take us to a table for two that had been reserved in a private room under Spillmore.

She escorted us to this private room towards the back of the restaurant. We sat across from each other at this small table that was covered with a white linen cloth. The friendly waitress handed each of us a burgundy food menu and a thick lengthy wine menu. Even though I knew that I was going to order a salad and water, I allowed the waitress to run through the chef’s specialties for the night. Pushing both menus to the side, Victoria had her head buried into her phone as she rapidly sent out text messages.

G
iving the valet parking attendant my keys to my new ice silver sports car, I walked into
our
restaurant,
City Night Limits
, with Nicolai and Vincenzo trailing behind me. My father and his brothers owned most of the properties in Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, and Staten Island. Each business is designed to be a legal cover up for the real money pit operations that our family and other Italian crime families have been running for the last seventy years.

Walking in, the waitresses immediately greeted us with flirtatious smiles and sultry voices. Getting straight to the point, I instructed Carol to make an additional arrangement for three more guests in Spillmore’s private room. Walking into the room, I caught my breath as my eyes lingered on the most captivating woman that I have ever encountered. I couldn’t help but lie to Josephine that Nicolai, Vincenzo, and myself had an emergency meeting with our fathers in order to escape.
Thank goodness Victoria answered her text and told me where she was heading.
I assured her that I would make all of the arrangements to have a private room for her and Simone at our restaurant. However, she did not know that we were also going to accompany them.

Just then, Simone looked up from the menu and caught me glaring at her. She appeared to be shocked, almost mortified, as she stared back at me. Suddenly, her eyes transitioned into an unreadable expression before she fixed her gaze on the menu again.

“Hey guys, you remember Simone, right?” asked Victoria casually.

“Hi,” she simply said. She avoided my eyes after she looked at Nicolai and Vincenzo and gave them each a warm smile. Two waiters placed an adjourning table, with plates and utensils, next to their table. With short strides, I took the closest seat next to Simone.
Damn, she smells so good
. Vincenzo and Nicolai stared intently at me with silly grins on their faces.
This girl is causing me to act like a fool.

“Can I start you off with drinks?” Meghan, the cute waitress, asked, making seductive eye contact with me. When she first started working here, she did everything to seduce me. One day I gave in to curiosity and pumped my cock into her mouth while she was on her 15-minute break.

“I will stick with water, thanks,” said Simone as she placed both of her hands on her lap. Her voice drew me in, as I fantasized about her moaning my name.

“You can get anything that you want, Simone. It is on the house. Meghan, please bring out our top shelf red and white wine bottles, as well as the chef’s specialty. I believe that it is the Jamón Ibérico de Bellota. I think that Simone will like that,” I said as my eyes drifted over to Simone, who was now looking down at her fidgeting hands.

“Simone, where are you from?” asked Nicolai, after Meghan pushed in a wine cart filled with an assortment of wines.

“I’m from Fort Lauderdale, Florida,” she answered.

“Yeah, Simone goes to the same university as me. We’re roommates,” said Victoria, after an awkward pause. Leaning back, I rested my stretched arm across the back of Simone’s chair as if protecting my territory. Victoria gave me an unpleasant frown, as she looked at me and rested her eyes on Simone.

“Simone, can you come with me to the bathroom, please?” Victoria directed the question to Simone. Sliding her chair back, Simone graciously walked away from the table with Victoria, with my eyes glued to her backside.

While in the bathroom, Victoria opened all of the stall doors as if she was checking for someone. Once she felt assured that they were the only people in the bathroom, she turned and faced me.

“Please, promise me that you will turn down all of his attempts to lure you in for a date or a fuck,” she sputtered out quickly. “Andriano comes from the Balducci family. Daddy has been their accountant way before I was born. I just don’t want you to get caught up with the likes of him,” she said cautiously as if I was in some sort of danger.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, confused.

Hesitating at first, Victoria then cleared her throat and said, “Andriano gets whatever and whoever he wants. Most girls want to be around the Balducci men for obvious reasons,” she began, as she used her arms and hands to gesture their amplified social status and wealth. “The Balducci’s have a girl just for him when it is time for him to take over—” Victoria started but stopped herself from continuing.

“Take over? What do you mean?” I stared at her, puzzled. Truthfully, I was more bothered by the fact that I never
did
stand a chance with this man. All of my secret hopes and desires came crumbling down, as I realized that Andriano was only interested in sex. My pride was a bit wounded, to say the least.

“Trust me; you don’t want to get involved with a guy like Andriano. You deserve so much more,” she said, ending the conversation.

“Can we take our food to go?” I asked, suddenly losing my appetite.

“Sure. I will let Meghan know that we will take our meals to go. I will meet you in the front,” she responded as we left the bathroom.

Walking towards the front of the restaurant, I sat at the empty classic bar and waited for Victoria.

“Can I do anything to make you feel better?” said Andriano, as he leaned against the bar.

The sudden sound of his gravelly voice made me jump. My mouth suddenly went dry, and my heart pounded erratically against my chest. “No, I’m fine. Thank you,” I finally responded, avoiding his eyes by looking around in search for Victoria.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” he asked, fixing his intense slate grey eyes upon me. Before I could answer, he continued, “I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but I can clear up anything that you are unsure about so that
we
can move forward,” he began, with an emphasis on
we
.

“I have not heard anything about you. I did watch you and your girlfriend kissing. I’m sure she would not appreciate us moving on,” I said, in an attempt to shoot down all of his approaches.

Chuckling at first, Andriano strolled over—stopping short in front of me. “Just so that we are clear,” he said, as he stood and placed each hand on each side of the bar, blocking me in.

I held my breath as if all of the air was sucked out of the room. He leaned in closer, with his nose just mere inches away from the tip of my nose. His beautiful grey eyes were full of seduction and charm, as they slowly broke my defense down. His wintergreen-mint breath fanned my face, as he began to talk again.
Good God, this man is even sexier up close. His voice alone is making my clit throb.

“She is not my girlfriend; she is a family friend. We gave each other a kiss of familiarity—more of a friendly hello peck. It is part of my
Italian
heritage. Now that I cleared that up, what else do you want to know about me?” he asked smoothly.

“There is nothing else…”

Before I could finish my sentence, he leaned forward and captured my lips with this rough, yet passionate, need. It felt more like an urgent, dire need to satisfy our thirst. The kiss sent an immediate signal to my pussy, releasing more essence. A deep primal growl escaped his lips, as he invaded my mouth with his long thick tongue. Licking every corner of the inside of my mouth, our tongues began a mating dance. His hand started to lightly slide up between my legs, grazing my swollen cunt lips with his masculine knuckles.

Swiftly pulling the front of my thong to the side, he buried his curious fingers in between my hot wet folds. A moan escaped me, as he sucked and tugged on my bottom lip. He plunged his greedy fingers into my hungry hole, feeding my every want and desire. Pulsating with need, as I continued to moan against his mouth, he leaned his hard frame into my body—causing my legs to spread wider.

“I need to taste you,” he whispered breathlessly against my lips after sliding his finger relentlessly in and out of my streaming canyon. He suddenly withdrew his fingers and stuck his index and middle fingers in his mouth. Closing his eyes, he savored my juices on his fingers as he tenderly licked them clean.

“What are you doing, Andriano? Simone, are you ok?” a faint familiar voice asked, as our trance was broken.

Releasing my grip on his arms, I placed both hands on his chest to remove myself from his trap. I reluctantly withdrew my body from his sexual orbit and began walking towards Victoria, who was looking suspiciously at the both of us. I answered Victoria, “I’m ok. Can we go now, please?” As I said those words, I shook with fear of how vulnerably open this man made me.

Turning around, he held my eyes with a strong, determined look as he licked his bottom lip and smiled. Thank goodness for Victoria, who grabbed my arm and broke the hypnotism between Andriano and me.

I can’t see this man ever again...