Chapter 6 Burning Desire

All Yours Daddy. Nuella ran into her room with a raging heart. Guit flushed into her as she leaned against the door holding onto her chest. She slumped to the floor at the thought that she had just cheated on her boyfriend. Her nails dug into her hair. She couldn't get her mind off how she had moaned and touched herself to his hot grunt, most chronically wishing his hands were on her clit rather than hers. Nuella buried her face into her palm, letting the guilt consume her, but she was thrilled to find out that she was not even feeling guilty because she cheated but because she didn't know what his callused nails would do to her body and that had her questioning her love as well as feeling for James. A knock came on the door, shattering her trance. She stared at the Camera that indicated Samantha was at the door. She brushed her head backward with her palm. "What do you want?" She inquired not opening the door. Samantha scoffed at her scornful attitude. "What else would I want from you dummy? The party is in three hours, I was just going to inform you." She stood up and exhaled a sigh before giving her reply. "Thank you, Sam, I will be ready before 3 hours." ********* Cladded in a red backless waist snatching cleavage revealing, thighs slit dress, Nuella descended the stairs gracefully, her eyes taking in the busy sight of their filled party hall. The hall was embroidered with various mafias and other high-caliber men who were grooved to their partners. Nuella searched around the crowd for that one person whose thought never hesitated to jungle itself into her, but she ended up with the pleasing view of her father and his fiance. A smile secured the bream of Nuella's lips as she watched her father and his fiance dancing to the light music with genuine love and happiness. Nuella felt a string of satisfaction knowing that her father was finally getting the love that he deserved. For more than 2 decades now, Nuella has known that her mother died when she was young, and she has never stopped blaming herself for causing the death of her mother. Even though her father had constantly reassured her, a part of her had not stopped blaming her for taking away her father's only love, depriving him of what it feels like to love and be loved again. Just like yesterday, her father had introduced Rita to them, informing them that he had been with her for a year and, at this point, he would not mind settling with her. The three siblings didn't even hesitate to give their consent; they did believe that their father had gone through a lot, raising them single-handedly, and at this point, he needed the right person to make him happy, because even after the death of their mother he never had a concubine like every other mafia lord. Tears burnt the bream of Nuella's eyes, informing her of how lost she had been; she batted her lashes softly, teasing the tears away. Gentle, she began to descend the remaining stairs, her stiletto StuaWeitzman, highs which were embroidered with classy designs telling on her as the gentle music suddenly began to fade away. Devine is holding onto a glass of wine, catching up with an old-time friend and sipping randomly from his wine when his tilted head propeled his eyes to catch a glimpse of the most beautiful woman in the world. His breath hitched as his gaze took in the attractive sight of Nutella as she stood by herself looking like the definition of deadly sins. Her curly wavy blond hair, appeared messy, leaving her with the bitchy appearance that he loved so much. His eyes accentuated her every curve and he cursed softly. Gosh! She was a walking sin, looking hot and captivating in all glory. His jaws tightened and he marveled his eye through the ecstatic sight, his eye wandering around her hot slited thigh dress that revealed a part of her thick thighs, backless dress that accentuated every bit of her sinful tiny waist, cornrol neck that revealed a large quantity of her beautiful cleavage, not to miss out on the beauty of her braless boobs, his cock made a painful kick, jerking him off the thoughts that clouded his memory. She was looking like the combination of everything he knew best, sinful desire. He lifts the cup of wine to his mouth, trying to quench the driving urge, downing the entire content that only narrowed his thought and left him wondering what it would feel like to rip that dress off and feed his gaze with the naked beauty that dress was sheltering from the entire world and most definitely to drink on the juice of her pussy. "Everyone."Enzo's voice broke into the air, shattering his thoughts. Mr Devine cleared his throat, averting his gaze to Mr Enzo who was now holding hands with Rita, ready to give a little speech. A gentle smile tugged at the bream of everyone’s lips as they had their gaze fixed on Mr Enzo who was already standing at the Middle of the hall. "A special appreciation to everyone who made it here to my date party." Claps filled the air as Mr Enzo held onto Rita's hand ready to give his speech passionately. "Rita here and I have met long ago, and we have bonded in the strangest ways; I introduced her to my children. I proposed to her and she agreed to walk down the aisle with me. I am happy that once again, I am doing this with someone…..” "Being with James is as good as being single, I hope you know?"Samantha chipped in from nowhere, disrupting Nuella's concentration on her father’s speech and passing Nuella a cup of wine, which she scornfully grabbed from Samanth, taking a sip from the wine to reduce the rage that Samantha's words didn't take more than 2 seconds to build in her. "Why are you bothered?" Nuella replied with an arched brow, and Samantha chuckled, leaning closer to Nuella. "Not that I would have cared if you had anyone to dance with. I mean when we all start dancing with our partner, who will you dance with?" Nuella shot Samantha a scornful glare huffing off once more. "Ohh.. there are varieties of men here, just that they are old." Samantha further teased wiggling her eyes brows at Nuella This innocent comment from Samantha had created an unexpected eye chemistry with Nuella and Mr Devine. Nuella’s heart made a sparking leap at the unexpected burning gaze from Devine, Nuella's body tingled with desire, and her knees bucked as she tried to wonder just how her brain had registered his innocent act of drinking wine and transmitted them into a hopeless desire to have him drinking from her pussy juice that hotly. Nuella's lips twitched into a gentle smile, then she turned to Samantha who was now drinking from the cup of wine in her hand. "Thank you so much for your advice; I will sure make good use of it. if you don't, you may take your leave." She grabbed onto Samantha's palm dropping the wine on it and wiggling her brows at Samantha like she had done a while ago. Samantha stared at her a little dumbfounded, but Nuella wiggled her brows again, signalling her to leave. Sam rolled her eyes with a chuckle before walking away, leaving Nuella to the expression that streamed heat into her before the desire of the man who was standing a mile away from her yet felt so close like the cloth on her skin. She folded her arms together, rubbing her palms against her arm and trying to avoid the hot and piercing gaze of Mr Devine that she could feel on herself. Unable to deny herself the gorgeousness of his face she allowed her eyes to feed on the sight of his gorgeousness. Freaking hell. He was dropped dead gorgeous and ambled in that hot blue suit two-piece, but the blue jacket was missing, leaving him with the hotness that had her tummy tightening into a knot and her pussy a spurting mess. Nuella swallowed in as her eyes moved from the callousness of his chest to the rigidness of his abs that this suit inner did not fail to accentuate. She brushed at the bream of her nose, trying to deprive her gaze of the sins that it so much desired, but she was barely halfway into it when she caught the sight of his veiny hands. The hand of his T shirt was rolled upwards and stopped before his arm, revealing a large quantity of the rigidness she so much want to induce her body and soul in. Nuella's knees bucked, and she pressed her thighs together, biting on her lower lips and trying to suppress the image of what those rigid,d, veiny hands of his would do to her. Her heart flicked, and her stomach tightened into a knot as she suddenly felt hot from within. A feeling of regret washed through her, and realization dawned on her. She should never have given that drink to Sam; she should have held tightly onto it, even though she knew that every sip from the juice she wished to sort solace from would be the sole propeller to the beginning of another endless and forbidden thought of him.