Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 758: Forgotten Victor

I pulled my fingers back slowly, watching as Claire and Yelena squirmed, their bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. Their eyes were glazed, their breaths uneven, but they were listening—really listening—as I explained everything. My abilities. My power. The women waiting for me in America. And then, I told them about Natalya.

Claire’s fingers tightened around the sheets, her expression flickering with a mix of curiosity and jealousy. Yelena bit her lip, her eyes narrowing slightly as she processed it. They exchanged a glance, their silent communication heavy with unspoken questions.

Then, Claire turned to me, her voice hesitant but bold. ”Your women...” she started, her throat tight. ”Will they... bully us?”

I chuckled, shaking my head as I pulled them both closer, my arms wrapping around their waists. ”No,” I said, my voice firm but warm. ”They won’t. They’ll treat you as family.”

Yelena’s expression softened, but there was still a hint of mischief in her eyes. ”And Natalya?” she said, her tone teasing but edged with something sharper. ”She’s been playing with us—including you—all these days... You bad guy.”

I laughed, low and amused, pulling them both into a tight hug. My lips found Claire’s first, kissing her deeply, possessively, before moving to Yelena, claiming her the same way. ”Let’s go meet her,” I murmured against Yelena’s lips, my voice rough with anticipation.

Before leaving, we decided to take a shower together. The bathroom was filled with steam, the hot water cascading over our bodies as we showered together. Claire and Yelena clung to me, their hands exploring, their lips finding mine in slow, lazy kisses.

The tension from earlier had melted away, replaced by something warmer, something deeper. We took our time, washing each other, teasing each other, until the water ran cold and we were forced to step out, our skin flushed and tingling. After getting dressed, we decided it was time to leave.

So, instead of driving to Natalya’s, I pulled Claire and Yelena close, my arms wrapping around them tightly. ”Hold on,” I murmured, my voice laced with amusement.

And then—we teleported.

The world blurred for a second, the sensation of movement so fast it was almost disorienting. One moment, we were in the bathroom, the next—we were standing inside Natalya’s cabin safehouse. Claire and Yelena gasped, their eyes wide with shock and wonder.

”OMG! It’s amazing!” Claire breathed, her fingers tightening around my arm as she looked around, her expression filled with awe.

Yelena’s eyes sparkled with excitement, a grin spreading across her face. ”This is so cool!” she exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Natalya was alone in her room, her back turned to us as she spoke on the phone. ”Yeah, Dad, I’ll be careful... No, I’m not doing anything reckless...” Her voice was calm, almost amused, but there was an edge to it—something sharp, something possessive.

Claire and Yelena exchanged nervous glances, their excitement momentarily dampened by the realization that we’d just appeared in Natalya’s space without warning. I could feel their tension, their uncertainty, but I just smirked, my arms still wrapped around them, my presence a silent reassurance.

Natalya hung up the phone and turned around, her eyes landing on Claire and Yelena first. Her expression was unreadable for a moment, her gaze sharp, almost accusatory. ”Tell me,” she said, her voice dripping with arrogance and a hint of anger. ”Have you seduced my husband?”

Claire and Yelena flinched, their faces flushing with a mix of embarrassment and fear. I could see the nerves coursing through them, their bodies tensing as they struggled to find words. But I knew Natalya. I knew that look. She was teasing them—testing them.

Natalya’s lips twitched, her expression softening slightly as she took in their flustered reactions. ”I’m just kidding,” she said, her voice warming, the arrogance melting into something gentler. She stepped closer, her eyes flickering with amusement. ”I’m happy,” she continued, her tone sincere now. ”I have a few sisters now to share my burden.”

Claire and Yelena exhaled, their shoulders relaxing as the tension drained from their bodies. Yelena’s lips curled into a small, relieved smile, while Claire bit her lip, her eyes shining with something softer—something like gratitude.

I pulled them both closer, my arms tightening around them as I looked at Natalya. ”They’re yours now, too,” I said, my voice rough with possession. ”Family.”

Natalya’s gaze softened, her eyes flickering between Claire and Yelena before landing on me. ”Good,” she murmured, her voice warm. ”Because we have a lot to catch up on.”

And then, with a smirk that promised both warmth and mischief, Natalya stepped forward. Her hands reached out, pulling Claire and Yelena into a tight, unexpected hug. ”Welcome to the family,” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement and something deeper—something like pride.

The tension in Claire and Yelena’s bodies melted away almost instantly, their nervousness dissolving into relief, into belonging. They leaned into her, their arms wrapping around her in return, their expressions softening as if a weight had been lifted.

For a while, we just talked. Natalya’s sharp wit and unfiltered honesty had Claire laughing within minutes, and Yelena’s playful teasing matched Natalya’s energy like they’d known each other for years. The cabin felt warmer, lighter, as if the walls themselves were sighing in relief. But beneath the laughter, I could see the flicker of worry in Natalya’s eyes—something she was holding back.

Finally, I broke the easy silence that had settled between us. ”We’re leaving together,” I said, my voice firm but gentle. ”All of us. Now.”

Natalya’s smile faltered for just a second. She glanced at Claire and Yelena, then back at me, her expression tightening with concern. ”I want to,” she admitted, her voice lower now, tinged with frustration. ”But my dad... and the arms business. Who’s going to manage it if I just disappear?”

I reached out, my fingers brushing her arm reassuringly. ”Don’t worry about it,” I said, my tone leaving no room for doubt. ”Once we get to America, Isabella will help you. She’s got the connections, the resources—she’ll make sure everything runs smoothly.”

I paused, my gaze sweeping over all three of them. ”And if anything does happen, you’ve got the Shadow Guards. They’ll protect you in case of an emergency. You’re not alone anymore.”

Natalya exhaled sharply, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. She nodded, but there was still a shadow of unease in her eyes. ”Okay,” she murmured, though her voice carried a hint of lingering worry.

Then, I remembered Victor.

My expression darkened. ”There’s something else,” I said, my voice dropping into something colder, something dangerous. ”Victor. He’s still at that motel. He’s the one who’s been sowing discord between you and Isabella.”

Natalya’s eyes flashed with something feral. Her lips curled into a snarl, her fingers clenching into fists at her sides. ”That traitor,” she hissed, her voice venomous. ”I’ll hand him over to my dad.” There was no hesitation in her tone, no mercy. Just cold, ruthless certainty. ”He’ll regret ever crossing me.”