His Innocent Sera

The giant oak door swung open to reveal Ara, Nate, and Hannah. Nate stood in the back, but his towering frame was impossible to miss.

Sera's guts clenched with dread the instant she saw him. His eyes were already locked on her, cold and unblinking, like a wolf observing his prey. Visions from that night suddenly began flashing before her eyes- Gruesome, bloody, brutal— forcing a trembling breath from her lungs. He smirked, amused.

"Sera," Hannah beamed before hugging Sera. Sera tore her gaze from him and hugged her back, forcing a smile that she barely felt. She was too nervous to reciprocate Hannah's enthusiasm.

"I am so happy you could make it. Please, come in," Ara told Mr. and Mrs. Diaz, stepping aside to usher them in. Sera tightly gripped her mother's wheelchair, knuckles turning white as she forced herself to move forward.

Just as Sera entered, Ara touched her shoulder softly, met her eyes with a fond smile, and said, "I was hoping you'd come." There was something in her eyes that suggested she was genuinely pleased to see her. Sera smiled back, not able to decipher the meaning behind her words. Sera suddenly recalled the pie they'd brought. She took it from Dyson and extended it toward Ara.

"Ohh..there was no need for it," Ara said.

"It's nothing really. We just wanted to bring something," Sera replied. Mrs. Diaz insisted as well. Ara took it with a grateful smile.

Nate watched them quietly, an unfamiliar warmth blooming in his chest. He couldn't understand why the sight of her bonding with his mother filled him with an intense, serene joy, but it did. As odd as it was, it also made him want her more.

His eyes followed her tenaciously as she walked toward the table, and Sera felt the weight of his attention.

"Sir isn't joining?" Franklin asked, looking around expectantly.

"He's upstairs in his study, taking a meeting. He'll be down soon," Ara answered, gesturing for them to take a seat. Sera sat down beside Mary after adjusting her wheelchair. Nate chose the seat right across from her and sat down, causing her to shift uncomfortably in her seat.

"Let me bring out the dishes. I gave the maids the day off, I wanted today to feel a little more personal," Ara said the last part, taking a glance at Sera.

"It will take only a minute." Ara moved to leave when Sera spoke.

"I'll help," she offered, already getting up.

Ara shook her head. "No need, you're a guest." But Sera insisted, and after a moment, Ara relented with a smile.

"You've raised a fine young lady, Mrs. Diaz," Ara complimented but was surprised when Mrs. Diaz gave a strained smile, one that didn't light up her eyes. It looked forced, unfeeling.

"Come along, child," Ara said warmly, gently grasping Sera's arm before she could notice the lack of warmth in her mother's smile and guiding her towards the kitchen.

As soon as Sera walked into the kitchen, Luna snuggled around her feet, purring softly.

"She is very fond of you," Ara noticed, bringing a smile to Sera's face. Mrs. Serrano exuded a motherly, nurturing warmth, making her forget about her troubles, even if just briefly.

"The feelings are mutual," Sera said, picking up the white furball and cuddling it close to her face. The kitten purred in approval.

"So, what's your future plan?" Ara asked, taking a dish off the stove. Sera faltered for a moment before gathering Luna to her chest. In all honesty, she doubted if she even had a future.

"I want to pursue a career in Social services," she replied.

"That's really nice," Ara replied with an impressed nod. "Most kids these days are chasing money or fame. It's rare to see someone want to help others."

"The kind of satisfaction you get from helping someone......it's something money or fame can never give you," Sera answered, petting the kitten. Luna jumped off her arms and scurried out of the kitchen to have her dinner.

"I really admire the way you think, Sera," Ara said, giving her a warm smile.

"Thank you." Sera replied, a warmth spreading through her inside.

"Also, Nate has told us.." Before Ara could finish the sentence, Nate walked in.

"Dad's asking for you. He's downstairs," he interrupted, his gaze firmly locked on Ara. Sera shrank back instinctively.

"Okay, I've got this one. Nate, help Sera with dishes," Ara instructed as she rushed out of the kitchen.

As soon as Ara left the kitchen, Sera turned away from him, her fingers trembling as she reached for a dish As she picked it up, she sensed him prowling towards her, causing her to quiver even more. Before she could even take a step, he blocked her path and took the dish from her shaking hands. She whimpered, feeling trapped. He set aside the dish and pushed closer. Her eyes were downcast, but she could still feel the weight of his gaze pressing down on her, making her feel incredibly small and vulnerable.

A shuddering breath escaped her as she felt his hand touching her thigh. Her breathing turned erratic as his fingertips traced a slow, tantalizing path upward, teasing their way around her back before grabbing her ass in a possessive grip. She gasped, startled as he pressed her flushed against him. Her eyes snapped up to meet his.

"You've totally charmed my mom, haven't you?" he teased in a hoarse voice, bringing his face closer to hers.

"I..I didn't do anything," she stuttered, eyes wide open. His eyes darkened before

he pressed his forehead against hers, squeezing her asscheek harder.

"You turn me on so fucking much, Princess, it's driving me insane," he growled in her face, eyes half closed, teeth clenched as if this distance was hurting him physically. In this moment, he wanted nothing more than to rip off her clothes and fuck her right here. After the wedding, he wasn't going to let her leave their marital bed for at least a month. He'll fuck her day and night, keep her full with his cum. noveldrama

"So.....someone will come in," she said, pushing him gently. He pushed forward crushing her tiny fists between them.

"I don't care," he breathed hotly against her lips. No one in this world could separate her from him right now. He was craving a taste.

His lips brushed lightly against hers as his hand moved from her ass to her pant's button, fingers curling around it with deliberate intent. Realisation struck her.

'No..no..no,"

"Ssshhh," he shushed her by pressing his lips against her quivering ones. "Someone will hear us," he whispered, undoing the button.

"Don't," she pleaded, her gaze drifting to the entrance. She would die of embarrassment if someone caught them like this.

"No resistance, baby. Just focus on how good it feels," he coaxed in a

husky tone while backing her towards the fridge. He stopped only when her back met the wall beside the fridge where no one could see them. Hew wasn't concerned about anyone catching them. She was his to do anything with anyway. But he refused to let other witness the sight that only was for him- her in her vulnerable moments, moaning and sighing in pleasure as he fingered her tight pussy.

He pulled the zipper and slid his fingers into her panties.