Dipping Into Sin (a BWWM Alpha Male Romance) Read Free Page B

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.
     
Simone
    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 The once bubbly and high-spirited girl was now silent and withdrawn.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