ALL YOURS DADDY.
Chapter 54.
Nuella laid under the duvet on the cream-leather couch at Devine’s mini-living room.
The chandelier light that hung high against the ceiling cast its gentle glow against her fluffy cheeks.
A gentle smile curled at the corner of her cheeks and she clutched onto the duvet.
A soft giggle erupted from the back of her throat and she bit gently on her lower lips in an attempt to silence herself.
Her core arched gently as she clamped her legs together beneath the duvet, trying to suppress the burning ache between her thighs.
Holy heavens! That man didn’t take it easy with her in anyways and…
Nuella felt like a fucking slut for desiring more, even after he pounded into her pussy for an hour without giving her a break.
The gentle click of Devine’s shoe against the marble tiles slipped through her thoughts, shattering her trance.
Nuella’s grip on the duvet tightened, almost turning pale.
Her heart thrummed weirdly against her chest and Nuella barely knew which made her heart leap?
The fact that her pussy ache for more of him or the fact that her slutty, needy self could not put a hold on herself when Devine was near.
“Princess.” His husky voice slipped through her thoughts.
A shiver curled deep in her stomach, anticipation twisting tight like a coiled spring as she tried to suppress the giggle that was threatening to spill.
Devine lowered his shirtless chest, dropping the plate that contained cannoli on the table.
The aroma of crispy pastry shells filled with sweet creamy ricotta filled the living room, slipping across Nuella’s nostrils.
Under the shelter of the duvet, she sniffed gently recognizing the scent of orange zest.
Nuella’s throat bobbled and her mouth watered. But she clutched harder into the duvet, refusing to get out of it.
Devine lowered to her level. “Princess.” His voice was a silk blend of rough and composed.
Nuella’s nipples tightened underneath the shelter of her dress. Things that only the almighty Devine could do to her body without having to touch her.
“Food is ready.” He coed, placing a hand on her arms.
Nuella skin prickled and she breathed in.
That hands. The mighty callused hand that held her hands together above her head, ramming himself into her without restraint.
“I am not hungry.” Nuella feigned, feeling the embarrassment creep against her cheeks.
It didn’t seem weird some seconds ago. But it was starting to feel that ackward.
Just last night, he had deflowered her, and this morning, he had sucked her to the hearings of her friends. As though that was not enough. She had picked her wobbling legs up, walked down the kitchen-went on her knees, took daddy like a good girl, and then she had spread her legs for him again and he had fucked her like she was nothing but a nasty slut. And she? Nuella freaking Enzo had taken it without objection. Loving every moment. Yearning. Pinning. Desiring, every freaking stroke his thick veiny members had to offer. Now she was going to face him like nothing happened?
Her fingers curled into the duvet, uncertain, hesitant.
Her breath hitched against her throat and she stilled.
What if? What if he saw her as nothing but a nasty little slut who was ready to be fucked anytime? What if he didn’t see her as more?
“Princess.” Devine voice was low. “You haven’t had anything since last night. I made this so you could eat.”
Nuella’s cheeks burned at the sound of his persuasive voice but she held onto her restrain. Perhaps not restrain. Just a little bit of show that wouldn’t make her look too available.
“I am not hungry, Devine. I will eat later.”
The room still for some seconds and…
Silence descended the air-short yet thickening.
A muscle in Devine’s jaws twitched and he let out a low humorous chuckle.
“Is this you trying to get my attention, princess?”
Silence again.
“You do not have to try, princess. You have all my attention forever.”
Nuella’s heart flipped before she could realize it.
Holy shit.
The air in her throat hitched.
His words prickled her under skin, sending a flicker of sensation across her spine.
Her teeth grazed her lower lips.
Who the hell was this man to think he could mess with her head this way?
A smile curled at the corner of Devine’s lips. He could see clearly through the very thick duvet.
She was struggling not to blush. She was trying to restrain herself from blushing. It made little to absolutely no sense to him but wait a minute… it melted him.
His eyes darted from the secretly giggling Nuella to the plate of meal that was running cold.
His brows knitted for some seconds, then….
His voice baritone dominated the air, edged with sincerity.
“If I have to ask you to get up again, I swear I will be bending you over and fucking your from behind while forcing every bite down your throat. Want that?”
Nuella’s jaw dropped.
Her throat dried up in seconds.
A twitch occurred against her stomach and before the effect could take place-nuella lifted the duvet above her head, pulling herself to a sitting position.
Silence visited for half a seconds and it left like it never even existed.
Devine glared at her from the haze of his eyes, suppressing the giggle that rippled across his chest.
“Can you be serious for once?” his voice was velvet, edged with amusement.
Nuella twisted her lips, feigning anger. “I would have been serious if you didn’t go ahead to leave me alone after out first sex together, perhaps to go br your….” Her words trailed into the air and she hit gently on her lower lips.
Silence seethed against the air for some seconds longer then…
Devine’s lips curled into a gentle smile.
“Are you jealous?” His deep voice glinted with tease.
Nuella chuckled a scoff. “Jealous?”
She pushed a lump down her throat. “Who says I am jealous?”
Devine stared at her for a second longer.
Without another word. He reached for Nuella’s hand, entangling their fingers together.
Nuella stilled at the contact. She stared at their entangled hands then back to Devine.
Devine’s eyes narrowed, gleaming with an emotion that was only familiar to Nuella. Soft. Collective. Reassuring.
“No body come close, princess. With or without you in the picture. My heart beats for only you. The goal is to make them jealous of you, Sunshine. Not the other way around. And yes….” A small break happened.
“I had to go teach that bastard who thought he could trouble my woman a lesson.”
Nuella’s flipping heart cut. Silence married the air for seconds as she struggled to assimilate Devine’s words.
When they finally down in.
Her jaws dropped.
And her eyes widened.
A sharp anxious flip occurred against her chest.
“Did you kill him?” Her voice was sharp, glinting at fear and curiosity.
Devine stared at her amused expression. Desire merged through his thoughts. She looked freaking heavenly wearing the curious expression.
His lips curled into a low smile. “I didn’t kill him… I just left him with little breath to carry out my assignment.”
Nuella’s throat tightened at the information. She stared at Devine for second’e longer than she intended.
His words rang against her head. ‘Left gim with little breath to carry out my assignment.’ That was equal to dying in soonest.
Nuella’s breath hitched.
And heat prickled against her skin.
He was going to die.
The guy was going to die soon. Take was the same as killing.
Nuella swallowed hard. Her breath stuttered, uneven, as the weight of his words settled over her.
“Princess.” Devine called, noticing the change in her expression.
Nuella’s lips parted, but they stilled-unable to form any word.
“Hey.” Devine coed but Nuella’s lips trembled softly.
Gently. She pulled her hands from his.
Devine’s chest tightened at the struggle between Nuella and her emotions.
“He didn’t die.” the world slipped past his lips before he could even care.
The urge to reasure her seethed through his nerves, clutching onto every nerve.
Nuella bit on her lower lips, tilting her neck sideways and avoiding his gaze. “But he is going to die…” she tilted her neck back, glaring at him from the haze of tears. “Right?”
Devine swallowed. Rage burned through his system, shredding through every vein.
The hesitation in his eyes was clear and that answered Nuella’s question. He didn’t need to say a word.
Withiout another word, she batted her lahes and got to her feet.
“Princess,” Devine called getting on his feet immediately.
Nuella’s step brewed to a slow halt.
She blinked back the tears at the back of her ear.
“You killed someone.” Her voice trembled.
“He was going to hurt you.”Devine countered.
Nuella snapped, turning around to face him. ” That was not enough reason, Devine. He was going to didn’t mean he had!”
Devine’s brows knitted and a scoff rumbled across his chest.
“You mean you want me to sit ideally by and watch you get killed before I take action?”
“Yes! Yes, Devine! That would be far better than killing a person without a reason.”
Devine’s breath hitched.
His jaws clamped.
The vein across his temple twitched and Devine’s lips curled into a low dangerous smile.
His hands tightened into a fist. So hard he could feel his fingers biting into his palm.
He took a step forward. A slow step, one that sent hitches across Nuella’s skin.
Then another, each step charged with something Nuella could not quite explain.
Deep blazing eyes held onto Nuella. Hot. Scorching.
“Have you for once….” He dragged in a breath, taking another step closer, and with each breath he took, Nuella replaced it gently, till she was pressing against something rigid.
Have you for once thought of what my life would be if anything happened to you?”
A vein in his temple twitched and he growled.
“Have you!”
His right palm slammed against the wall and he leaned into her, his hot breath caressing her cheeks.