ALL YOURS DADDY.
Chapter 55
Nuella’s palm gripped the cold wall, her nails scraping against it.
She looked up at the dangerously unreadable Devine, her heart pounding so hard it echoed in her ears.
The look in his eyes was dark-low, dangerous, terrifying-but…
Her stomach tightened with each heavy breath he took.
Devine leaned closer, his face barely an inch from hers.
His hand moved, knuckles grazing her cheek, the touch featherlight yet searing.
Nuella stiffened, sucking in a sharp breath.
A slight tremor coursed through her, his touch unraveling her in ways she barely understood.
Devine leaned in, his lips brushing against her cheek.
His nose trailed the soft curve of her skin, inhaling her scent as if she were the first breath of air he had taken in years.
Nuella’s nails pressed deeper into the wall, her skin prickling under the intensity of his warmth.
Devine exhaled sharply-more like he was drinking her in, savoring the very essence of her.
His lips moved against her cheek again, this time lingering before pressing a gentle kiss there. Then, slowly, he pulled back.
The anger that had teetered on the edge of control moments ago had steadied.
His fingers found her forehead, sweeping a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. The soft, deliberate glide of his fingertips against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, every movement intentional-every touch ensuring she felt all of him.
And then, without a word, he finally withdrew, stepping away completely.
He inhaled deeply, his gaze flicking toward the ceiling for a brief moment.
He had snapped. God, he had almost lost himself to that one statement.
Devine exhaled, his voice calmer but firm. “The food is getting cold. You should come and eat.”
Nuella remained against the wall for a few lingering seconds, her lips pressed together.
Her legs wobbled beneath her, the aftershock of his touch still rippling through her.
This man was a red flag. A freaking walking red flag.
He killed without remorse. Snapped at the slightest thing when it involved her safety or emotions.
He fucked her so hard she was left utterly spent.
And yet…
Nuella freaking Enzo could barely go twelve hours without speaking to him.
Devine turned, his sharp gaze locking onto her. “Are you coming? Or do I need to throw you over my shoulder?” His voice was edged with authority-the kind that promised he meant every word.
Slowly, she swallowed, forcing herself to move.
She stepped forward, peeling away from the wall.
Her movements were gentle, almost weightless, as if she wasn’t even touching the ground.
Devine didn’t care. He walked behind her, watching.
Watching the sway of her hips.
Goodness. She had the most perfectly oval ass.
A faint, almost subconscious smile curled at the edge of Nuella’s lips as the realization settled-he had lost himself because of her.
Drastically.
She could barely believe she was thinking about him this way.
One moment, she was furious at him for hurting someone.
The next, she was thinking about their heated moments together.
Thinking about what it would be like to be-
Silenced by a kiss.
Pinned against the wall, his possessive, needy cock pressing against her ass.
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Nuella sat on the floor, her legs curled to one side, the warmth of the room wrapping around her.
Devine’s gaze lingered on her, dark and unrelenting, as she munched on the cannoli he had made just for her.
He swallowed hard, struggling to tame the pleasure burning through him.
This woman was going to be the death of him-if not by driving him insane, then by killing him with those delicate hands.
She looked so damn innocent, sitting there, nibbling on her dessert with her bare hands.
His thoughts strayed to their last moment in the kitchen.
The way she had dropped to her knees, taken Daddy’s cock like a good girl, her lips stretching around him with such desperate hunger, while those delicate fingers worked beautifully on his cock.
Fuck.
He had admired her for the longest time-first, because she was tender-hearted and innocent.
Now?
Now, because she had grown into a woman so devastatingly beautiful, no man could resist her.
“This is so delicious,” Nuella mumbled between bites, pulling Devine out of his trance.
A slow, knowing smile curled at the corner of his lips.
“You’re more delicious, Princess. I could eat you all day.”
Nuella’s hand stopped midair, her lips parting slightly.
The weight of his words crashed over her, a slow, creeping heat spreading across her cheeks.
She swallowed, trying to keep her composure, but the gentle curl of her lips betrayed her.
Damn him. Damn this devastatingly handsome man.
He always knew exactly what to say to leave her breathless.
Devine moved closer, his eyes locked on hers.
He reached for her wrist, tugging it toward him, his lips parting as he took in the cannoli from her fingers-his tongue flicking against her skin as he licked her hand clean.
Nuella gasped.
Pussy dripping.
Her heart flipped, a dizzying rush taking over her body as his tongue slid over her fingers.
Holy. Freaking. Heavens.
Devine pulled back without a word, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip before throwing her a playful wink.
Nuella blinked, still staring, heat curling in her stomach as he grinned at her mischievously.
“Your lips are parted, Princess.” His voice was low, teasing. “Hungry for more cock?”
Nuella’s lips snapped shut, and she shot him a glare-one that wasn’t nearly as threatening as she intended.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, deep and amused. Then, slowly, his gaze settled on her again.
He watched her eat.
Watched the way she used her hands, her fingers dipping into the food, bringing each bite to her lips.
It was an odd habit-one most people wouldn’t care to notice.
But to Devine?
It was the prettiest odd thing he had ever seen.
The air between them thickened, heavy with unspoken tension.
Nuella shifted under the weight of his gaze, trying to focus on her meal, but the awareness of him-of his presence, of the way his eyes devoured her-made it impossible.
She finished eating, finally lifting her gaze to him, only to find him still watching.
Still. Watching.
She shifted uncomfortably, her voice soft. “Is there something on my face?”
Devine smirked. “I would’ve kissed it away.”
Nuella’s face twitched into a warm smile, but the moment was fleeting.
Because suddenly, reality settled in.
She was supposed to leave soon.
“Devine…” Her voice came out lower than intended.
His expression shifted, concern flickering in his eyes as he met her gaze.
“You stole me away from home,” she murmured. “Aren’t you worried they’ll come looking for you?”
Silence.
It stretched between them, thick and heavy.
And then-
Devine scoffed. A low, dark sound.
“Looking for me?” His lips curled, amusement dancing in his expression. “No one in the world dares to come for the Mafia Lord, Princess. Forgotten that?”
Nuella scrunched her nose, eyeing him for a few seconds.
Such a boastful, arrogant bastard.
In her world, she had never imagined she’d be involved with a mafia lord-aside from her own family, of course.
Let alone being tangled with the head of them all.
Her father’s best friend.
Weird. So freaking weird.
And yet… it soothed something inside her.
Devine reached out, his palm cupping her cheek in the most tender way, his thumb brushing against her skin.
“You…” His voice dropped, rough yet careful. “Do you want to go home?”
Nuella bit her lip.
She needed to see Daisy and Mira. And if she didn’t return home soon, her brother Ivano would tear the house apart searching for her. As much as he desired to stay here with him and do all the nasty kinky shit together. She didn’t want something that would jeopardize what they shared.
Her head bobbed as she nodded slowly. Almost reluctantly.
A muscle in Devine’s jaw tightened and something inside him snapped. A feeling he had not felt before. Loneliness. It settled at the deepest part of his stomach, clutching brutally at him.
She was leaving him.
His gaze flickered away for a brief moment, but his hand remained on her cheek, his fingers lingering.
For a fleeting second, memories of their last encounter flashed in his mind-their bodies tangled, heat radiating between them.
They hadn’t had enough time.
Not nearly enough.
But today wasn’t the end.
It definitely wouldn’t be. He would have her again and he would have her to himself.
His eyes returned to hers, dark and unreadable. Then, slowly, he caressed her cheek. “I’ll take you home.”
Nuella’s eyes widened, panic flashing across her face. She shook her head instantly.
“No, Devine. Please. You can’t.”
If her sister, Samantha, found out…
She’d be done for.
“I will,” Devine said, his voice husky, his tone final. “And you will let me.”
A shiver ran down her spine.
He meant every word.
And nothing she said would change his mind.