Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 765: Natalya’s Claim: The First Wife’s Rule

Yelena rolled her eyes, but her smirk didn’t fade. ”Oh, so now you’re playing the first love card?” She unbuckled her seatbelt, her movements smooth and deliberate as she stood, her gaze locking onto me.

”Fine. If that’s how it’s going to be...” She sauntered over, her hips swaying just enough to draw my attention, before dropping into the seat beside us, her hand resting on my thigh. ”Then I’ll just have to remind him who’s the most fun.”

Natalya’s lips crashed into mine, hard and possessive, her fingers tangling in my hair as she claimed me right there in front of them all. The kiss was fierce, demanding, a brand of ownership that left no room for doubt.

When she finally pulled back, her breath was ragged, her eyes dark with triumph. ”There,” she murmured, her voice husky and satisfied, ”my mark.” Her thumb brushed over my lower lip, as if to seal the claim, her smirk wicked and unapologetic.

Yelena let out a low laugh, her fingers tightening on my thigh as she leaned in, her voice a purr. ”Oh, so that’s how we’re playing this?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Her lips pressed against the other side of my neck, her teeth grazing my skin just enough to leave her own mark, her breath hot against my ear. ”Then let’s see how long it lasts,” she whispered, her tone challenging.

Claire’s smirk was knowing, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on my chest, each touch calculated, possessive. She leaned in, her lips brushing mine in a kiss that was softer than Natalya’s fiery claim, but no less demanding.

”And here’s mine,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes gleaming with amusement—and something deeper, something hungry. ”Just so you don’t forget.”

I could feel the weight of their gazes—Polina, Irene, and the others, sneaking glances from the edges of the cabin, their expressions a mix of shock, amusement, and resigned acceptance.

They’d seen their boss—their unshakable, untouchable Natalya—melt into something softer, something needier, as she straddled my lap. And now, Claire and Yelena were clinging to me, their touches bold, their claims unapologetic.

Natalya shifted slightly, her thighs pressing against mine, and I felt the unmistakable hardness of my cock straining against my pants. A flush crept up her neck, her cheeks pinking as she realized just how affected I was.

She bit her lip, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. ”Seems like someone’s enjoying this a little too much,” she murmured, her hips rolling just enough to make me hiss between my teeth.

Yelena chuckled, her hand sliding down my chest, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection through the fabric. ”Oh, I think he’s enjoying it just the right amount,” she purred, her voice husky, her eyes dark with mischief.

Claire’s laugh was soft, her fingers tangling in my hair as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. ”And we’re all going to make sure he keeps enjoying it,” she whispered, her tone promising.

Natalya’s blush deepened, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she rocked her hips again, her voice breathless. ”Then I guess we’d better not waste any time,” she murmured, her fingers tangling in my shirt as she pressed her lips to mine again, this time slower, deeper, her tongue teasing against my lower lip.

I growled, my hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer, my cock throbbing with the need to claim her—all of them. The heat between us was unbearable, the air thick with desire, with the promise of what was to come.

And as the plane soared through the night, the soft sounds of their laughter, their moans, their whispers, filled the cabin, a symphony of need and love that I never wanted to end.

The cabin air felt thick with tension, the kind that crackled like electricity before a storm. Polina and the others had exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of amusement and disbelief, before turning away with practiced discretion. They knew their place—knew when to look and when to look away. But the weight of their presence still lingered, a silent reminder that we weren’t alone.

I paused, my grip tightening slightly on Natalya’s waist as I met the eyes of all three women—Natalya, Claire, and Yelena—each of them flushed, breathless, their bodies pressed against mine in ways that left no room for misinterpretation. My voice dropped to a low, dangerous growl, my gaze dark with warning.

”You guys are playing with fire,” I said, my tone rough, unyielding. My fingers tightened on Natalya’s hip, my other hand brushing against Claire’s arm, my eyes flicking to Yelena’s smirking face.

”You don’t want to be seen by Polina and the others—especially you, Natalya.” My voice darkened, my words deliberate, provocative. ”What would happen if they saw their arrogant boss—their untouchable Natalya—jumping on my cock like a bitch in heat?”

The words hit like a whipcrack.

Natalya’s body tensed, her breath hitching as the reality of the situation slammed into her. Her cheeks, already flushed, burned crimson, her fingers clenching in my shirt as she realized—Polina was still here. Irene was still here. Her entire team of loyal, deadly women was still within earshot, still watching from the corners of their eyes.

She pulled back slightly, her voice shaking, her arrogance shattering under the weight of her own desire. ”I...” she started, her voice barely above a whisper, ”I’m sorry...” Her gaze dropped, her confidence wavering for the first time. ”I shouldn’t have provoked you...”

The submission in her voice sent a jolt through me, something primal and possessive flaring in my chest. I cupped her face, my thumb brushing over her swollen lips, my voice softer now, but no less commanding.

”Good girl,” I murmured, my tone approving, ”but you know I like it when you do.”

Yelena bit her lip, her eyes gleaming with mischief, though she didn’t push further. Claire’s hand tightened on my arm, her voice low, soothing. ”We should... take this somewhere private,” she murmured, her gaze flicking toward the closed door of the bedroom at the back of the plane.

I nodded, my grip on Natalya firm as I stood, lifting her effortlessly. ”Then let’s go,” I said, my voice a dark promise, ”before I decide to remind you all right here what happens when you test me.”