Chapter 67.
“You think Daddy is done with you?”
Devine voice was calm, almost gentle, but beneath it lay a dangerous sensation.
Nuella swallowed softly.
She could feel the warning in his voice, more like the calm before the thunder.
Still kneeling, Nuella’s breath hitched as she looked up at him. Her lips were still slick, her tongue tracing where his fingers had touched.
She shook her head slowly. “No, Daddy,” she whispered, her eyes blazing with something hot.
Devine’s eyes moved from her face, dropped to her mouth. A flicker of hunger darkened his gaze, his muscles clenching with need, desire, and an unquenchable thirst.
Without a word, he undid his belt—slowly, purposefully, knowing he was about to punish her.
Her eyes never left his hands. She watched the buckle fall op
