Sinful desire.

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.