His Innocent Sera novel Chapter 39

The core difference between good and evil is that good empowers the vulnerable, and evil preys on them. Sera wrapped the scarf around her neck, concealing the evidence of his assault on her skin. Her body was now nothing but a canvas of fading and fresh hickeys. Sera had no delusions. She knew she was vulnerable against his might. His family owned the entire Spain, including the authorities. They ruled the underworld. Serrano's were not only the richest but also the most feared. Her dad had told chilling stories of how they tortured their enemies in their torture cell. They were bad news. And it was her bad luck that she caught the eyes of the worst among them. Nate.

After pinning her hair into a neat bun, she slung the bag over her shoulders and set out for the old-age home. Nate had, surprisingly enough, allowed her to take the two-day-long trip. She refused to believe he had done it out of goodwill. He had nothing good in him. There had to be a reason why he allowed her, which she wasn't able to see right now.

She stepped out of the house to find Nate's car parked on the street. The tinted windows were up, obscuring onlookers' view of the person inside. But she didn't need a glimpse to know it was him watching her. Firmly clutching her bag's straps, she propelled her feet towards the car.

She opened the door and reluctantly slipped inside. A thick blend of smoke and his cologne dominating the air filled her lungs as she took a breath. He had already told her he would pick her up and drop her off at the old age home today. She didn't even try to talk him out of it, aware that not even God himself can dissuade him once he makes up his mind.

Without uttering a word, he started the car. No words were exchanged between them during the journey. She could sense he wasn't happy with her decision to go on the trip, but something was holding him back from forcing his will on her. Something had shifted within him.

He pulled up in front of her workplace and said nothing. He seemed to be pondering something. She glanced out the window, confused if she should stay put or step out. He suddenly let out a heavy sigh, leaning back in his seat, instantly putting her on edge. He turned his gaze in her direction.

"Just don't forget your promise," he reminded, gazing intently at her. She nodded.

"Can I go?" she asked timidly. He gave a slow nod, but still not ready to let her go. She reached for the door and tugged, but it remained firmly locked. She tried a few times more, but the door wouldn't open. She, at last, she turned to him, utterly confused. He was smiling as if amused by her struggle.

"It's not opening," she explained.

"It's not?" he asked, smirking knowingly. She tried again but met the same unyielding resistance.

"Maybe you didn't open it right way," he suggested, a roguish glint in his eyes. She blinked at him, even more confused now.

"Let me teach you how to do it," he said before gently grasping her hand and guiding her onto his lap. She tensed up as soon as her backside landed on his muscular thighs. His arms snaked around her waist, putting her in place. The air shifted, crackling with his unspoken desire as he leaned in, holding her gaze.

"The only way you are getting out of my car is if you kiss the fuck out of me," he whispered against the soft bed of her lips. She pulled back in response, her brows furrowing in disapproval.

He tilted his head and raised his brow before casually reclining into the seat. He had all the time in the world. No one was moving until his demand was met.

"Open the door. I am getting late," she requested a moment later.

"You know what you have to do," he replied, playing it casual. She dropped her gaze to her lap, hesitation tightening in her chest. Sitting on his thighs was already awkward enough.

"Please," she whispered, her fingers twisting anxiously in her lap.

In response, he tapped his lips, "Say please here." His voice, a husky whisper, deepened with longing. She gulped, finding herself in the spot. The girl glanced out, conflicted. She didn't want to even imagine what would happen if he caught even the shadow of Giovanni.

She looked back at him. Reluctance seizing her features before she finally leaned in. Nate straightened up, eager to feel the pressure of her lips against his.

And then her lips touched his, stirring something tender yet intense inside him. She pressed her lips harder, feeding his primal needs. His hold around her tightened, his lips began moving against hers, wanting more of their intimacy. He wanted her to let go of her hesitation, her shame, everything that was holding her back from enjoying this moment. He wanted her complete surrender, every ounce of her attention consumed by him.

Whereas one arm held her firmly in place, the other slid up to the back of her head. His fingers dug into her hair, pulling her closer as he claimed the kiss, deepening it with raw intensity. His manhood reacting to her mindless touch. He would make sure she felt him long after this kiss ended. He wouldn't be the only one thinking about their kiss. These two days were going to be pure agony without her. He hated to admit it, but he had gotten addicted to her. Addicted to teasing her, kissing her, sleeping with her.....how will he survive without them?

If only he knew the trap he was walking into the day he sucked on these lips.

She pushed at his chest, craving air. Registering her desperation, he broke their kiss and inched away. She gasped for air, struggling to recover from the haze he dragged her into, while he watched her. Her flushed, swollen lips, her dazed blue eyes, the rise and fall of her chest testified to the intimate moment they had stolen from the world. This moment belonged only to them.