Chapter 57.Nuella’s heart thrummed gently against her chest as she ascended the stairs leading to the entrance of Mira’s house. Not out of fear, but from the shy anticipation of what lay ahead.Mira and Daisy were about to have her head. If not her entire body, just to get the gist out and she was only half prepared for them. If she was at all. She cleared her throat gently, reaching for the automatic button on the door.She pressed the button, and a loud noise filled the air, informing them that someone was outside.Nuella clutched her phone, her cheeks stretching into a gentle smile at the recall of Devine’s words and the gentle nibble on her lips before he allowed her to leave.God! That man was starting to cloud her entire senses. The soft pat against her head, telling her to be a good girl. The goodbye kiss! Oh, heaven! His lips tasted like pure sin—one she never wanted to stop committing.The door opened, revealing the person behind it.Nuella blinked, her gaze meeting Mira, w
Chapter 58.“It all started when I was 17….“Argh!!!” Mira gasped, eyes widening enough to accommodate two stranded cars. Nuella munched on the popcorn. “One more exclamation and you won't get an escapade.”Mira threw her hands in the air in surrender. “Sorry, I am sat.”Nuella chuckled slightly, resuming. “So I have always had this tingling desire for Devine, since I was 17, mainly because he listened to me a lot of times more than my father ever did….”Her eyes moved across her girlie's face and they were indeed sat. She hemmed gently, venturing further. “When he traveled, it affected me because there was no father figure to speak to, aside from Ivano who didn't seem enough, for some reason I barely know much of. But it was easy to let go because what I had for him was just lust. And nothing more.“Moving forward to when he returned. At our house, I had barged in on him the moment he had stepped out of the bathroom with a towel to his waist.”Mira's eyes widened and she suppress
Chapter 59.Nuella walked closer to the entrance door, her heart pounding profoundly against her ribcage.For some reason, she felt the weight of guilt pressing down on her more than the weight of her intended anger.She knew. She knew that she should be angry at both Samantha and Ivano for not calling to check in on her since morning—because obviously, Ivano would always check in on her every morning once he got out of bed. But this time, something about it felt strange. And that strange feeling tugged against her heart. Perhaps it was guilt. The guilt of not getting to witness her father leaving with his wife, the guilt from taking her father’s friend’s cock on the same day of her father’s wedding.The thought burned in her chest like hot coals, each breath stifled beneath the shame she carried alone.As she stood in front of the entrance, a low exhale slipped past her lips. Her hands reached for the door, eyes ignoring the bowed guards as she pushed past with wobbling legs that bar
Chapter 60. Nuella parted her legs slowly, hesitantly at first. Her breath caught in her throat as the air kissed between her thighs. This is not a good idea. What if Samantha came in? Or worst in Ivano? Her heart dinged at the thought of what they would do to her. They would probably have her head for it, or call her father and inform him.The thoughts nagged at her. Surprisingly in ways that didn't ask her to retreat but rather propelled her to go further. To dive into this very sinful act.The phone was still pressed to her ear. Devine’s voice came low like velvet wrapped in smoke. Dripping with something low and tempting.“Touch yourself for me.” He murmured.“Do it nice and slow, Momma. And let me hear how wet you are for me.”Nuella’s fingers trembled as they slid down her stomach, dipping lower, and lower until they burned over her already damp panties. “Mmmmmm…” she breathed, sucking in some air. .“Are you touching yourself now?” Devine’s thick voice came out, edged with
This Book may be triggering for some. It is impeached with Loads of erotic content, BDSM languages and Matured content I suggest that you stay of this book if younger than 21. Nuella sat in front of her big-size mirror arranging and touching her makeup. Her actions were suddenly interrupted by the knock that came on her door. She didn't have to ask to know who was at the door. "Come in." She responded dabbing repeatedly on her makeup. The door opened and her brother, Ivano walked in all dressed and ready for work. He was dressed in a black suit and had a briefcase in his hand. Ivano is the first son and also the only heir to the Enzo Empire. He is dedicated to his work and loves his siblings just as he should. "The atmosphere looks good today." "Maybe because today is a good day," Nuella replied staring at her brother through the mirror. Ivano's brows knitted as he tried to recall what the day meant. "What is today?" He inquired a few minutes after his inability to com
All Yours, Daddy. “ Mama." Devine's deep baritone voice reverberated through the room shattering Nuella's trance. Her stomach tightened at the sound of his deep voice. Everything about him got better. His voice his chest, his face, then It suddenly occurred to her that she had not properly taken in the sight of his face. She allowed her eyes to settle on his face, the sight of his wet strands of hair that fell gracefully across his face had him looking dangerously hot. That face would look good in between her thighs. Nuella wondered if he had stopped being a flirt or still flirted his way into people's lives without having to do too much.Devine groaned inwardly, hating how impossible Nuella was making this restriction for him. It's been three minutes since she walked in and she had not stopped piercing him with those eyes that reminded him of his nasty thoughts. Not like he had not been staring at her, but having her gaze heavily rooted to his body increased the intensity of his gaz
Nuella could never deal with the fact that she was grounded. She always had one or two places to be present and today was not any different. She had promised her college friends to hang out with them and celebrate their latest win and with the help of Samantha, she had been able to step out once again. "To Daisy's success."Mira cheered and they made a toast before taking a sip from the white Zinfandel Nuella had earlier ordered. “It feels so beautiful to achieve dreams one step at a time. I can't belive we are done with college.” Nuella exhaled happily sipping from her wine. “Right. It feels just like yesterday when we all met as freshmen.” Mira added with a giggle and they all laughed. Silence clogged the air, and Nuella took that time to brush through her phone. While at it, her actions were suddenly interrupted by Mira who suddenly raised her glass cup and cheered. "Making a wish that Nuella finds a hot boyfriend and not some nerd James.” "He is not a nerd!" Nuella grunted s
All Yours, Daddy. It was morning the next day, and Nuella had just gotten out of the shower to meet her room looking sparkling clean. She didn't need anyone to inform her that the maid had done this.She got into her causal home girl outfit and stepped out of her room.Descending the stairs completely a maid walked closer to her and bowed."Miss Elena. Your father wants you at the dining hall.""I will be there." The maid bowed and walked off. Nuella felt a pang of uneasiness wash through her and those feelings were not caused by her father's demand but by the thought of Mr Devine who was slowly creeping their way into her head. The scene from yesterday dominated her head immediately, her legs suddenly got rooted to the floor. What if he was sitting in the dinning room? What if he told her father he caught her outside? And further, and further informed her father about how she had shamelessly dropped her pants in his palm all in the name of freedom. Those thoughts that widely domin
Chapter 60. Nuella parted her legs slowly, hesitantly at first. Her breath caught in her throat as the air kissed between her thighs. This is not a good idea. What if Samantha came in? Or worst in Ivano? Her heart dinged at the thought of what they would do to her. They would probably have her head for it, or call her father and inform him.The thoughts nagged at her. Surprisingly in ways that didn't ask her to retreat but rather propelled her to go further. To dive into this very sinful act.The phone was still pressed to her ear. Devine’s voice came low like velvet wrapped in smoke. Dripping with something low and tempting.“Touch yourself for me.” He murmured.“Do it nice and slow, Momma. And let me hear how wet you are for me.”Nuella’s fingers trembled as they slid down her stomach, dipping lower, and lower until they burned over her already damp panties. “Mmmmmm…” she breathed, sucking in some air. .“Are you touching yourself now?” Devine’s thick voice came out, edged with
Chapter 59.Nuella walked closer to the entrance door, her heart pounding profoundly against her ribcage.For some reason, she felt the weight of guilt pressing down on her more than the weight of her intended anger.She knew. She knew that she should be angry at both Samantha and Ivano for not calling to check in on her since morning—because obviously, Ivano would always check in on her every morning once he got out of bed. But this time, something about it felt strange. And that strange feeling tugged against her heart. Perhaps it was guilt. The guilt of not getting to witness her father leaving with his wife, the guilt from taking her father’s friend’s cock on the same day of her father’s wedding.The thought burned in her chest like hot coals, each breath stifled beneath the shame she carried alone.As she stood in front of the entrance, a low exhale slipped past her lips. Her hands reached for the door, eyes ignoring the bowed guards as she pushed past with wobbling legs that bar
Chapter 58.“It all started when I was 17….“Argh!!!” Mira gasped, eyes widening enough to accommodate two stranded cars. Nuella munched on the popcorn. “One more exclamation and you won't get an escapade.”Mira threw her hands in the air in surrender. “Sorry, I am sat.”Nuella chuckled slightly, resuming. “So I have always had this tingling desire for Devine, since I was 17, mainly because he listened to me a lot of times more than my father ever did….”Her eyes moved across her girlie's face and they were indeed sat. She hemmed gently, venturing further. “When he traveled, it affected me because there was no father figure to speak to, aside from Ivano who didn't seem enough, for some reason I barely know much of. But it was easy to let go because what I had for him was just lust. And nothing more.“Moving forward to when he returned. At our house, I had barged in on him the moment he had stepped out of the bathroom with a towel to his waist.”Mira's eyes widened and she suppress
Chapter 57.Nuella’s heart thrummed gently against her chest as she ascended the stairs leading to the entrance of Mira’s house. Not out of fear, but from the shy anticipation of what lay ahead.Mira and Daisy were about to have her head. If not her entire body, just to get the gist out and she was only half prepared for them. If she was at all. She cleared her throat gently, reaching for the automatic button on the door.She pressed the button, and a loud noise filled the air, informing them that someone was outside.Nuella clutched her phone, her cheeks stretching into a gentle smile at the recall of Devine’s words and the gentle nibble on her lips before he allowed her to leave.God! That man was starting to cloud her entire senses. The soft pat against her head, telling her to be a good girl. The goodbye kiss! Oh, heaven! His lips tasted like pure sin—one she never wanted to stop committing.The door opened, revealing the person behind it.Nuella blinked, her gaze meeting Mira, w
Chapter 56. The air in the car was thick, humming with tension—charged with something dark and dangerous. It wrapped around them, filling the silence, making it impossible to ignore the weight between them.Devine’s right hand rested on Nuella’s thighs, fingers relaxed yet firm, claiming her with quiet authority. His other hand stayed on the steering wheel, his focus locked on the road ahead.Nuella’s heart thrummed gently against her chest, the steady beat betraying the storm brewing inside her. She spared Devine a glance, quick and fleeting, like her courage was here one second and gone the next.She turned her eyes back to the road, pressing her lips together to suppress the lump that had quietly formed in her throat.Second by second, mile by mile, they inched closer to Mira and Daisy’s house—yet still, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to talk about it. About where they were going. About where she wanted to be. The soft graze of his palm against her thigh lit a path of fire
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 linge
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 hear
Nuella’s wobbling legs managed to get her on her feet.Hands shaky. Breath wobbling. Nuella struggled to get herself to the counter. Devine’s gaze lingered on her shaky self as she wrapped her palm across the edge of the counter lifting herself up to sit on the table. Devine chest tightened at the sight of her on the table—looking nothing but spent. With his cock straining and stretching for more of her, he began to take slow gentle steps, licking on his lower lips while devouring her thighs in the course. Nuella’s skin prickled, her heart beating like a tick-timing boom waiting to explode. As he got in front of her, his step drew to a gentle halt. He tore his gaze from her calling thighs, lifting those heavy dark eyes to stay rooted on hers. In a split second, he leaned into her, enclosing his palm around her neck. Nuella gasped at the rough choke, clutching tightly to the edge of the counter. Devine leaned in harder—his grip against her neck, tightening in the same consisten
Nuella’s cheeks burned at the phrase. Her pussy made a throbbing pulse as anticipation of his promise filled her head. Indeed, it would not be so bad to take his cock here in this kitchen. With deliberate, slutriness, Nuella lifted her gaze to Devine, biting gently on her lower lips. “I am all yours, Daddy. Endeavor to do whatever you will to me…”Devine’s breath heavied. And his pulse thickened. Every word and action from Nuella sent a flicker of sensation across his spine. Without further word, his hand reached for her hair, and he groped a large quantity, yanking her head backward. Nuella gasped, swallowing the lumps that hung against her throat. “You are being such a bad girl, momma. And... Umm...” Devine bit gently on his lower lips, tightening his grip against her hair. “I sure will do whatever I desire with this needy body of yours.”“Take out my cock.” His voice was a perfect blend of command and desire. Nuella’s pussy pinched and her lips stretched into a subconsci