All Yours Daddy.
Chapter 27.
Ivano wandered around Nuella’s room. His hand constantly picking and replacing things. He had not said a word to Nuella since he walked into her room and she had been too carried away by the perfect makeup glam she was outdoing on her face to even question his actions.
“Are you off to somewhere?” Finally, Ivano broke the silence with this question but still did not direct his gaze to Nuella.
“You do not have a problem with that, do you?”Applying her smoky red lip gloss, she inquired.
Just how beautiful would it be to kiss Devine with this lip and leave the mark of it all over his body? Her stomach churned and she giggled subconsciously at the thought of it.
“Mr Lorenzo. He likes you.”
For a seconds Nuelle felt the suspension of time. Her heart lept and she swept her head in his direction, but Ivano was not even staring at her. He was rather too busy glaring at the set of perfume she purchased some weeks back.
“What are you talking about?” Nuella was more than grateful she didn’t stutter. She was trying to bury the fear that invaded every nerve of her body and left her trembling from within.
Ivano shrugged then turned to Nuella.
“I saw the way he was staring at you last night and you know, his eyes just held this right amount of lust that screamed how much he desired you.”
Nuella let out an exhale of relief. A very slow one.
For a moment she thought Ivano had walked in on Devine while he spanked her at the Balcony. Her chiming and thumping her were still trying to settle from the fear of his question.
She stood on her feet and grabbed her purse from the table then rolled her eyes at Ivano.
“Mr Devine can never be interested in me. He has his class and even if he is interested in me, I am not.”
The room went silent and Ivano leaned against the wall with crossed arms while he watched Nuella as she arranged her dress. Nuella stole occasional glances at her brother from the mirror, she took the moment of silence to recall her words of defense. Was it a word of defense or she meant it? Devine was not her type. He was the kind of man who gave orders and expected it to be carried out without negotiation. He was a man who had principles, bad killing habits, a dark dangerous aura, and on top of it, fuck ladies because they were at his beck and call.
Nuella pressed her lips into a thin line, then continued with her thoughts. He was not her kind of man. Her kind of man is one with a peaceful Aura, men that don’t have eyes for women accept their woman and Devine was sure the opposite of that.
Nuella spared herself one last glare then turned to Ivano.
“How do I look?”
“You expect me to answer that? You look like a piece of shit.”
Nuella stared dumbfoundedly at Ivano for some seconds then scoffed.
“I shouldn’t have expected anything from you.”
“You really shouldn’t have,” Ivano affirmed with an eyroll. To Ivano, It was abnormal to throw compliments about your siblings, but in the face of 10 thousand wrong attributions, siblings would choose each other and that is what they have learned, regardless.
As Nuella grabbed onto the door numb ready to leave Ivano asked.
“Is this a date night?”
Nuella stopped on her track. Ivano has always been overprotective else that he was a little more overprotective this time. But she was not in a place to oppose his kind gesture, because being Dominating and possessive just came with this firstborn title and she understood better.
“Yes.” She nodded a reply.
“I hope that when you are choosing a man this time, you chose a man that father would accept. A man that requires you to be free. A man whose aura is as powerful as that of Mr Lorenzo’s.”
A shiver of fear rushed through her and she swallowed in, letting her gaze meet his she inquired within. Could Ivano be aware of She and Devine? She shook the thoughts off and let out an awkward smile.
She was not just going to see a man whose aura was as powerful as Devine’s. She was going to see Devine. The man who birthed the darkest and most dangerous of Aura, but the only problem is. He was not a person to freely date. He was a man every lady desired and he was a man her father would never allow her with, he would rather cut her head and serve it to the dogs!
“Thank you” Nuella let out a whisper before stepping out.
******
“My lord asked that I receive you, ma’am. This way.” The housekeeper In a black skirt and blue top informed bowing at Nuella.
Nuella walked through the beautiful ceiling-to-floor glass door that extended from the floor to the ceiling typically 12 feet tall. Damn! The unobstructed view of the beautiful Terrace that presented itself to her eyes had a feeling of warmth flowing through her.
Ever so earlier than she thought, Nuella caught a glimpse of the perfectly structure 6’4 feet muscled man, with his broad back directed to her. His physic glorified the beauty of the all-black two-piece, pants and skirt he was dressed in.
Nuella’s grip against her mini purse tightened and she took a minute to admire the callousness of his body and how this muscled hugged tightly to the clothes. He had a hand in his pocket and another held his phone to his ear.
“Lock him up in the dungeon. I will deal with him.” The thickness of his Octava sent a dark aura across the air, but there was more than enough beauty in the view of this terrace that whipped those thoughts off her head.
While he handled his business over the phone, Nuella’s eyes wandered around the beautiful Terrace.
A table of two had already been set out for them and Nuella knew instantly that she was either going to eat on that table or get eaten on the table. Her pussy clenched and her heart tingled leaving her with a bobble rush of sparks that invaded her body.
The air was cozy and he chose a perfect place for this date. A beautiful terrace with nice wooden railings, a cosmic night arousing light, a beautiful see-green infinity edge swimming pool with waterfall jet, and led lit fountain. A beautiful seat and gist spot then a fucking tattooed muscled man to fuck her brains out while she moaned into the air. Damn this!
It was a fantasy she never had yet he was going to fulfil it for her.
The smell of jasmine clutched the walls of Devine nostril. He snuggled the cologne in.
With his shoulder held so sophisticatedly, he turned gracefully to meet Nuella standing some distance between him and the pool.
His sense of concentration trailed off and his lips parted softly as his eyes trailed down her body accentuating her freaking curve.
His jaws tightened and subconsciously he ran his tongue over his lower lips.
Damn it! When he said he needed daddy’s good girl. He was referring to Nuella. She looked so gorgeous in the black dress he had requested to see her in.
She was in an armless meshed bodycon dress with slited thighs and tender cleavage reveal. The sight of her fresh thighs, damn it! His hand itches to rip the clothes off her body from the slighted part and bury his face against her very delicious pussy. Her toes fitted into her pair of wrapped-up butterfly stiletto heels. Heck! His tongue would do a pretty work around those beautiful toes of hers.
All these thoughts had his groin tightened and his eyes trailed up her body to her wavy hair. She looked stunning, and bitchy. Perhaps so bitchy that he suddenly desired to pull her closer by the waist and kiss her hot red lips, passionately till they were out of breath.
Nuella clutched against her purse, her nipples tightened against the fabric of her dress and she pressed her thighs together trying to suppress the burning sensation that generated wetness against her thighs.
“My lord.” The caller from the other end called.
Devine batted his lashes, very softly and sensual. He was still on call? He glanced at the screen of his phone and then ran his tongue softly against his lips. She was just the right amount of distraction for him.
“Later.” He muttered against his phone, ended the call then slipped the phone into his back pocket.
“Momma.” His ever-so-husky baritone rippled through the air, defying every freaking restrain that held her nerves together. Nuella’s muscles tightened, and her pussy moistened with wetness that came coating her g-string.
“How long have you been standing there?” His second utterance happened and this time he took a step closer, not enough to close the space between them, but enough to make her feel every freaking heat that his body emitted.
Nuella batted her lashes, then cleared her throat.
“I… I. I have been…..”
Her words trailed off and she swallowed in, letting her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Devine chuckled softly. With his hands buried in his pocket he took a step further, closing the space between them, he leaned against her then whispered ignoring the heaviness of her breath.
“Right there on that table, I am going to spread you out momma, and I am going to eat every freaking meal you offer because you look fucking edible.”
Nuella’s muscles tensed, her breath hitched, her walls tightened at the rawness of his words, and the hotness of his baritone gathered pleasure against the pit of her stomach. Pleasure that had her cheeks burning red from desire. Damn every restriction. He was the forbidden fruit that her body and soul desired and she was going to submerge in it.