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It was her 18th birthday, but nobody here had a clue. Sera also kept the fact to herself.
She started her morning by opening the little box Dyson had given her before she set out for the trip. He had firmly instructed her not to open it until her birthday. Smiling, she lifted the lid only to discover a bracelet nestled inside. Warm tears moistened her eyes as she retrieved the piece from the box. He had been saving up his money for the last few weeks. Now she realised what it was for.
She wiped away a lone tear and excitedly draped the bracelet around her wrist. The bracelet might have cost little, but to her, it was priceless, much like the chocolate he’d given her when he was only four, its crumpled wrapper still tucked away with all his other cherished gifts. When no one would even remember her birthday, Dyson would surprise her every year with a gift. These gifts from Dyson were far more valuable than the ones Nate had gifted her.<
Her life had taken another spinning turn. Another twist that completely threw her off track. After all this running and hiding, she was back to square one. She was told that someone from his team had handed her resignation to the academy's chief. She wondered if they would find it strange. Despite her secretive nature, she had formed genuine bonds with her coworkers. But even if they suspected something was wrong, they wouldn't be able to help her. She was sick of crying, sick of cursing her fate. So, she sat quietly, numbly, and stared out the obscure window, taking in nothing. She had built walls around her heart, a fortress no one could breach. There was nothing in this world that mattered to her anymore, except for her brother. She’ll hold on just long enough to see him safe, then let go.She caught Nate stepping in through the door from her peripheral vision. He was on the phone, talking to someone. Though the rain poured, he was dry, his clothes untouched by the raindrops. Tra
He let out an animalistic growl before pushing in. She whimpered, arching upward, feeling his manhood filling her up. The pain was sharp, shooting up her center, radiating outward to every nervecell. The coarse buttons of his shirt rubbed against her sensitive breasts, intensified her torment. Tears welled up in her eyes, deepening her allure. Nate looked down where their roots were merging into one. It was a vision that ignited every nerve in his body. He withdrew slightly to peneterate deeper. The girl stilled for a moment before letting out a shriek as he reentered her with a deep thrust. He caged her under him by holding her trembling hands and fucked her relentlessly. The woman rocked to the vigorous rythm of his thrusts, sweat oozed from her every pore. He watched her in a mixture of anger and enchantment. His shoves became fierce, driving deep into her. Before she knew it she came against him. The long years of abstinance weighed heavily down on him and he found himself relea
Nate smirked. "What a good sister. Selling her body for her brother," Nate mocked, eyes filled with cruel amusement." Like a whip, his barbarous words lashed at her already wounded pride. The way he had worded it made her feel like some lowly whore, the kind who gives herself just to anyone. But the truth was, after him, she had guarded her dignity, her honor, with a fierceness she didn't know she possessed. No man had ever so much as touched her except for him. "Help me," she murmured, her face stoic, but he could see the desperation lingering behind her eyes.He took a step forward, causing her to back away. Her aura was steeped with fear. Scared shitless but still standing her ground against him. For her brother. The thought stirred the green-eyed monster inside him that he refused to acknowledge. Holding her gaze, he reached for the dress and pried her hands away from her chest. "You are in no position to negotiate with me," he remarked, and on cue, the dress slipped down, poo
Those blue eyes hadn't changed a bit. Still carrying that breathtaking innocence, untouched by the cruelty of the world. And he hated it. He hated the quiet naivety that still lived in those eyes. He hated how they still held the power to derail his every guarded thought with just one glance. Damn those eyes and damn their owner who betrayed him when he was hopelessly attached to her.He loomed over her, pleased by their height difference. So fucking small and fragile, it baffled him as to how she even managed to go so long on her own. She wasn't a warrior, she wasn't meant to fight. Her power was in her softness. She was meant to sit beside her man, be his inspiration, be his ride or die, while he claimed both earth and sky for her. A mix of longing and ache gripped his heart at the thought. She literally had everything in her palm, but she threw it all away without a second thought.He staggered inside, fighting the pull of liquor in his veins. The room allotted to her was next to h
"God will never forgive you," she cursed through her clenched teeth, eyes burning with resentment. He was purposely humiliating her, and the despicable words he used for her had wounded her pride. How dare he use such words for her? Disgust churned in her stomach. He watched her, calm and indifferent, utterly dismissive of her opinion. He had no fear of God either. "Don't do this," she said, voice firm with indignation, brittle with bruised self-respect. "It's either you or your people," Nate gave her the choice, knowing very well what she would pick. Sera clenched her fists in frustration. After a heated stare down, she finally looked away in surrender. "Now hold out your hand," he instructed. Without glancing up, she reluctantly extended her arm. A chill touched her wrist, prompting her to look. He was slipping a bracelet over her hand. Even though made of white platinum, it looked more like a mini version of a dog collar with something written over it. Nathaniel Serrano's Mi
He roughly seized her upper arm and pulled her off him.Sera raised her eyes only to find him gazing down at her, his mouth pressed in a thin line. Disappointment and fear filled her instantly. He caught her again. She searched his eyes for intent, but they were shut to her now. inaccessible. Impenetrable. Gulping back the ball of dread, she demanded, "Leave me." A muscle in his jaw ticked. His grip turned brutal, squeezing like a vice as he dragged her back the way she had tried to escape. His robust strength mocked her weak struggle, thwarting her resistance with no effort. He made her follow him despite her aversion. "Let me go," she spat, a mix of desperation and frustration laced her voice. She knew it was useless. Still, she fought him because doing nothing would mean accepting his oppression. He forced her into a room and shoved her to the floor without a second thought. The woman whimpered as she hit the floor. But recovering quickly, she jerked her head up and found him