All Yours Daddy.

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.

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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 comprehend.

"Not a thing for you to rejoice about, but yes, today is James' birthday," Nuella replied with a hint of happiness while staring into the mirror to catch a glimpse of Ivano's expression, and just like she predicted he was rolling his eyes backwards.

"Why do you always have that reaction whenever I talk about him?"

"Maybe because he is not good for you, who knows?" Ivano shrugged.

Nuella's heart tightened at the hateful speech but she managed to move it aside like she always does.

"I do not like the fact that you and Samantha always have something to say about my boyfriend, but who cares? He is my man anyways and we love each other."

A sly smile secured the corner of Ivano's lips but he managed to contain his laughter.

"It's okay if you call it love, I mean I see you too as friends and nothing more. It's hard to know what you want. From screaming the house down about hot fantasy men to dating a nerd, seem crazy to me."

"He is not a nerd! Nuella defended stamping her feet fitfully and shutting her brother a dagger glare, her fist tightening out of frustration while Ivano stood still, trying to contain his laugh.

"You know what? I think it's time you leave. Go to work and make meetings about how to kill. At least my boyfriend doesn't seat his ass down for the entire day doing nothing but plotting how to kill."

"It still doesn't change his identity as a nerd." Ivano teased with a wink that had Nuella rolling her eyes at him before returning to rounding her make-up.

Ivano smiled at how he had successfully made her give in like he always does.

He took a step closer and muttered.

"Do have a nice day with your nerd boyfriend at least it doesn't leave you in bed all day reading and fantasying over some non-existent demi-fictional characters.

Nuella chuckled softly, then turned to her brother.

"I could enjoy my day if only I am not grounded by father."

"That is what being in love with a 'nerd' cost you."

Nuella's jaws tightened and she rolled her eyes at her very annoying brother. Just when she thought they were off that topic.

"Your opinion doesn't matter."

"Have it save your ass, princess."

"Whatever!" Nuella replied scornfully, watching her brother through the mirror as he made his exit through the door.

She turned to her mirror and finished the arrangement of her makeup before getting up to grab her outfit for the day.

Growing up Nuella knew just one thing. Being a good girl and making Daddy proud. Unlike her siblings, she was expected to respect and abide by whatever decisions her father made for her.

Growing up she had zero to tyro freedom of her own and she was made to understand that people with asthma were not expected to be seen by the world, but she has met people with even worse diseases and they had the freedom to be wherever they wanted regardless of their health condition. In the end, Nuella concluded that her restrictions were probably a result of her title as the last child of the great Mafia family who had a huge mafia apathy and the fear that she could be harmed easily by her father's enemies had triggered his restriction.

Standing at the front of the mirror was Nuella, she was done dressing up and she looked breathtakingly claded in this black waist-snatching dress that clogged tightly to her hourglass shape so dearly, alongside a slit that revealed a little quantity of her cleavage and merged up boobs. She reached out for a black silver bag alongside a shawl which she wrapped around her neck.

"Hopefully that Old man is not In one of his mysterious murder misery rooms planning the dismissal of an inherited enemy, and hopefully he doesn't remember that I am still grounded." With that being optimisticly said she spared her reflection another glance before walking out of her room.

Nuella stood at the front of her father's room, fidgeting and trembling. Last week she had stepped out without the guards and she had not only endangered her life but she had almost killed a person in an attempt to escape and that had earned her two weeks of suspension. She is halfway into it and she can't think of what would happen if another misery occurs. However, she just had to leave.

After so much fear she placed a knock on the door, but the awkward silence that stepped in had her muscles tightened and a sudden inflow of heat followed. The race of her heart increased accompanied by an adrenaline rush.

She hesitated for another minute before placing another knock and when she didn't get an answer she reached for the door numb and gently twitched it open. She walked in and shut the door close, raising her gaze from the door numb, she was welcomed with the dangerous sight of a perfectly structured 6'4 feet muscle man who had a towel tied dangerously to his lower waist. Her breath hitched as her eyes accentuated his every curve, and the droplet of water that trailed down his sculpture body.

The hard and hot sight of his chest had her pussy tingling. Not to miss out on his tattoo, one that dominated a wide part of his chest then spread out to his right hand and stopped right at his wrist, leaving him dangerously hot.

She didn't need to be told who had this body. Even if she had last seen this person 6 years ago. She could still tell that this person was the renowned mafia lord that she had never seen as a mafia lord but rather, her father's friend who should perhaps be more than that to her because no one could sink her in and leave her toes curling even without being touched.

She raised her gaze and her eyes met with his pair of captivating Grey eyes. The ever-stunning Devine El Lorenzo was staring at her with those eyes that could make her cower to her knees.

Nuella's knees bucked and she gulped in, an adrenaline of heat flushed through her body as she wondered why his deep eyes were slowly moving around her entire body captivating her into his soulful eyes. She wondered what he was thinking about her, but the look on Devine's face didn't seem disgusting. He was rather thrilled by the sight of her. The last he saw her, she was still a kid and he didn't see her past that, but now, she had grown bigger and her boobs seem to be the first thing glaring harder into his face.

Devine's eyes hovered around her entire body, his sinful eyes accentuating her curves. She had grown thicker in the rightful places and the pervert part of him could not help but wonder what it would feel like to have his face against her heavy tits, unfortunately, she isn't one to flirt with. She is Nuella and he needed to see her as a kid, but that can not be achieved with her natural element glaring prudently at him.

" 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 gaze on her and the wildness of his thoughts as well.

He hated how easily his eyes captured her boobs and how briskly his mind reminded him of the size those heavy tits use to be. Standing in front of him was not the Nuella he knew 6 years back. She had transformed into a woman, endowed with all the natural elements that every man desired, men like him.

Whatever it was he was doing currently didn't make sense but he was moving closer to her and she was replacing his every step backwardly, her breath rapid and uneven and her hazy eyes filled with what he could best regard as.... Want.

Nuella's body stiffened as she felt her back pressing to the wall, she tilted her head backward for confirmation, and when the realization struck her, a sudden inflow of bubble rush invaded her stomach leaving her breathless as she felt the heat emanating from his body.

Devine stopped in front of her, barely an inch away from her, his eyes devoured her entire physic. While his breath caressed her face.

He leaned closer and whispered into her ear.

"Do I need to pull down my towel? You seem eager to see everything."

Nuella's eyes widen at the words that snapped her back to reality. Unexpectedly but certainly, her pussy tingled and she felt wetness coating her thighs. Fuck! She groaned under her breath suddenly feeling some hotness against her cheeks.

6 years passed and this man had not stopped being a flirt, rather he grew into a worse version of who is used to be.

Devine spared her a wink and pulled backwards.

She stared into his eyes and he raised a brow indicating that he needed an answer.

She swallowed in for the second time trying to fix her words together but his burning gaze had her stuttering.

"I..... I came to see my father..."

"He left the room for me because the guest room is under arrangement and my arrival was impromptu."

"Ohhh... Right.. thank you.." she flashed him a very awkward smile and turned around to leave but Mr Devine grabbed onto her wrist before she could make a step. Nuella's heart leapt at the hardness of his palm around her wrist and the unexpected tingle of desire that flushed down her body. She shut her eyes for some seconds, successfully tossing the wild thoughts off her mind.

"You have grown, Mama. You have grown into a woman, a beautiful one."

Even if Nuella wanted to take that as a compliment, this compliment was coming from Mr Devine so, she couldn't take it just as innocently as it would sound from another person.

"Thank you." Nuella managed to say flashing him another smile before successfully walking away.

A mischievous smile secured the bream of Devine's lips as he reminisced on her reaction as well as the softness of her hand, wondering if her ass cheeks he had caught a glimpse of would be as soft as the flesh of her wrist.

*******

Nuella successfully left the mansion, thanks to Samantha who spoke to the guards on her behalf.

She arrived at the beautiful restaurant that she had specifically picked to celebrate with her boyfriend. However, she felt a pang of guilt rushing through her. Just like every other human, she was expected to be here before him and even make reservations since it was his birthday but she was too lost in staring at the hot Mr Devine who had grown worse than the actual flirt she used to know him as.

"Happy birthday babe."

"You are late" James announced trying to fake anger but Nuella made a gentle pout.

"I am sorry babe, you know I have been grounded it took me everything to escape. I am sorry." She apologized and he nodded flashing her a smile, but the smile wasn't genuine. James wished she had come up with something different to please him. He was getting tired of her grounded story and this was no different.

" Are you okay?" Nuella inquired softly and he nodded raising a hand to the waiters who walked closer to them.

"Good day, ma'am sir. What would you like to have."

Nuella gave her orders and James did the same.

"I will be back with your orders." The waitress announced after jolting down their orders on a small note. She made a gentle bow and left.

"Have you made applications for a change of program?" James inquired not giving silence a chance to step In but Nuella only replied with a nod.

"Do you have to go to nursing school?'

"Yes." Nuella replied in a snap dropping her phone on the table " You know how much nursing means to me. I will do anything in my power to be a nurse, I just have to wait for my change of program procedure. Once it is done then I can gladly become a nurse.

"I hate that you are going through all of this stress," James replied with so much emptiness, and Nuella smiled.

"If my father had allowed me to pick a course of my choice, I wouldn't have to suffer this much, but you know my dreams about saving lives? I will fulfill it, she completed optimistically and James smiled.

Conversations about her father irked him, but Nuella seemed to have not figured it out.

Silence fell in again and Nuella's mind wandered to her father, then to the Greek God she met in his room an hour ago.

'You are with your man, Nuella. Get a hold of yourself. She scolded mentally tossing his thoughts out of her head.

She spared James a glare. Wondering why he was in front of her and she was thinking of another man. Could it be that her brother and sister were right? Could it be that she is infatuated by this guy and isn't really in love with him? They have been together for 2 years now and she still hasn't allowed him to touch her and even kisses were things they do once in a while but she was here fantasizing over another man. It didn't make sense, but the one thing she didn't want to believe was that they were both infatuated with each other because, in her brother's words, there was no chemistry between her and James.

Nuella arrived home 7 minutes past 8, and now she was back to fidgeting and tiptoeing her way into the house.

"Welcome home, Miss Nuella." A guard on standby greeted but she replied to him with a simple smile, advancing into the living room.

Trying to walk her way to the elevator she heard the thundering sound of her father's voice.

"Tiptoeing into your own house like a thief."

Nuella's legs halted and she felt an instant terror wrecking through her.

She shut her eyes trying to devise a means but nothing seemed possible. She did just gave in like a thief. She turned and her eyes caught the sight of her father alongside.... The dangerously hot Devine, who was sitting next to her father, claded in a black turtle neck body snatching top a coat to complement it and a pair of black pants. He had his legs crossed and a glass of wine rested in between his fingers. Fingers that sent unexpected shivers down her spine as she wondered what it would feel like to have those hands on her clit instead of her wrist.

"Welcome home father." She cleared her voice in the air and greeted.

"I should be saying that to you? Where are you returning from by this time, unprotected once again?"

"I.., I...went to see a friend."

"Your boyfriend." Her father corrected sternly and she felt her heart leap immediately, but definitely not for her father's words, they were nothing she had not heard before. However, the presence of the man sitting handsomely and devouring her with his soulful eyes had her questioning his thoughts.

Slowly, she looked from her father's face and allowed her gaze to meet with the emotionless face of Devine.

It felt ackward that she was wondering what his thoughts were, but the look in his eyes didn't look like that went well with him and it bothered Devine even more. He shouldn't care if she had a boyfriend or not, but his grip on the glass cup had suddenly tightened and his jaw was not an exception. He couldn't stand the thought that another man was kissing those plump flush lips that looked perfect for only his. Neither did it seem okay that another man was fondling her tits and spanking her succulent ass. Those were things he should not be thinking of but they were the thoughts that sneered their way into him, widely dominating his mind.

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 shutting Mira a hard glare. Somehow she knew this would surely make it to the talk of the day.

"Then why have you not lost your V card to him?"Unbothered about Nuella's expression, Mira inquired taking another sip from her wine.

"It's my body Mira, and my opinion. James is not a nerd and I will do what I want with my body when it is right."

"And with the right person."Mira included with a wink pissing Nuella off even more.

"I hate that you all have something to say about James. He is a nice guy."

"We are not seeing it."Daisy insinuated earning Nuella a surprised expression.

"I thought you were on my side?"

Daisy bit softly on her lower lips while she gave that 'I was never' expression.

Nuella huffed, grabbing her glass and dawning the entire content in utter frustration.

"I am putting this out to you girls again. James and I are a perfect match and, yes I love him." The last few words didn't seem genuine as she recalled that she had left him on read and mostly, made notification reminders to call him back today, yet she still hadn't.

'Am I really infatuated?' those were the words that lingered around her head. She poured herself another wine and dawned the entire content In a second. Perhaps Mira was right, perhaps she didn't allow him to touch her because she was not sexually into him like she was with the wrongest person. It didn't seem right that Nuella was craving Mr. Devinne, but he was the only one who ever made her toes curl just by standing so close to her.

It was 7 o'clock already and Nuella and her friend were ready to take their leave, they had spent enough time together, talking about their college days alongside the experience they all had these few months after college graduation. They said their goodbyes and agreed to do this when Nuella wasn't grounded again.

Nuella was walking through the gloomy car park when she suddenly felt followed. She made a gentle stop, tilting her head to see if anyone was following, but it appeared empty.

"Could be your illusion." She reassured picking her steps again. She stopped in front of her white AMG ready to step in when she suddenly felt a hand on her.

"Hey pretty." The tuggy-looking guy grinned.

"Who are you?" Nuella inquired looking around. There was no security and that realization sent shivers down her spine.

"My identity does not matter to you, pretty. I want your purse and..." his lustful trailed down her body.

"And your body" He whispered, caressing her arm.

Nuella's body quivered from within, beads of sweetness forming on her forehead as she stared at the dangerously-looking guy. Once again she was doomed. If anything happened here, her father would definitely find out that she stepped out and Samantha would be in trouble.

"Why are you staring at me? Do you want me to take it by force? Huh?"

Nuella swallowed in, fear shutting through her.

"I can't give you my purse... stay away from me." she stuttered trying to pull her hand away from him, but his grip against her wrist was so firm.

"You are so silly... give me your purse!" he demanded fiercely trying to pull her purse from her hand.

"Get your hands off My property before I have them chopped and fed to you." A sexy octava sliced through the fh the air, gripping their attention.

For some reason, Nuella didn't need to be told the owner of the voice, even without seeing him she could tell it was Mr Devine.

"Who are you?" the tug inquired boastfully, looking around.

"Your living nightmare."his hot yet dangerous reply followed as he stepped into the light, looking all hot and dangerous at the same time.

Nuella's pussy clenched and her toes curled from just his appearance. He was dresseded in a black pant a black turtle neck top and a black coat that complemented his outfit. She had seen him in his style countless times, yet she has not been able to get over the hotness this outfit of his brought to her body and .... her Pussy.

"What do you care?"The tug asked, tightening his grip on Nuella's arm

Devine stared at the intensity of his grip on her arm. His jaws tightened and he felt the sudden urge to send a knife across his chest and split him open. No one deserved to hold her arms that way, not even her boyfriend.

He pulled a gun from his back pocket and whispered dangerously.

"It would be none of your business if I end your existence, right?"

Fear rushed through the tug at the sight of the gun, and he immediately let loose of Nuella's arms running away before anything could happen.

"Oh my goodness..."Nuella chuckled softly, her palm covering her mouth as she watched the tug run away.

"You scared him."

"Yeah, the same way your father's expression would scare you when this news gets to him."

Nuella's expression dropped and the smile on her face vanished immediately.

"Are you..."

"Yes. I am going to tell your father." He cut her off sternly and a sudden shiver of fear clutched her tummy.

Just when she thought she was free, then this suddenly appeared from nowhere like a horror mystery guest.

Devine watched as she trembled softly from the fear of his words, but a part of him wished she was trembling from the pleasure of his cock. She looked fucking hot trembling that way. This innocent act was once again driving him crazy.

"I will do anything." Her defence words suddenly struck his ear, jolting him out of his sinful thought.

"I will do anything, Mr Devine. Just don't tell my father."Nuella pleaded with her hands merged.

An invisible smile secured the bream of Devine's lips then he inquired.

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything," Nuella replied eagerly.

Mr Devine took a step forward filling the walls of her nostril with his captivating college.

He stretched a hand forward and demanded.

"Your pants."

The park went silent as the words ran through Nuella. She stared at his hand his face trying to process his word

"What?" Nuella's eyes widened and her brows hitched as the meaning dawned on her.

"I can't give you my pants. I.

Devine scoffed and turned to leave but she thought of the punishment she would get from her father and the one she would be bringing to Samantha.

"Wait." she reached out, timidly.

A sinful smile secured the corner of Mr Devine's lips but he tossed it away immediately turning to her with a blank expression alongside a folded arm.

"I.... I will give you my pants." She admitted, stuttering.

"Then go on." Devine urged leaning against her car.

Nuella reached for her knee-length gown, raising it up a bit and fidgeting In the process.

Mr. Devine didn't know what it was for him but he loved the way she was shyly trying to get her pants out, the way she was reaching for them and trying so hard for him to not see her thighs had him in a chokehold. He wished he could just spread her legs wide and rip her pants off her waist.

He knew this was wrong, but couldn't help the constant thought of her that persisted in his mind.

He was holding onto every part of his dignity, but it was so hard to not pull her closer and spread her legs out and lick her soft thighs and drink from the pussy juice he didn't need anyone to tell him would be so delicious. His cock was making a gentle throb and he knew he needed to be out of there before he lost his mind, but he wasn't going to leave here without her pants.

His eyes followed her hot legs as her pants slipped out dropping on her feet.

Nuella reached for the pants and picked it up.

Devine moved away from the car, he stretched out his palm and Nuella hesitated before dropping her pants on his palm.

"I will make good use of this." He groaned hotly and spread her pant softly before inhaling the scent of her pussy.

Nuella's eyes widened at the sinful scene she was inducing yet she craved more of it

"Smells nice." Mr Devine attested throatily with a sexy eye-roll and that had Nuella's pussy tingling with the desire to have those fingers that clutched tightly onto her pants, plumbing in and out of her already wet pussy.