Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 735: Did You Guys Used Protection?

I could practically hear Claire’s heartbeat, the rapid, uneven rhythm of it betraying the storm inside her. She lay still, her eyes squeezed shut like she was trying to block out the world—me—but her thoughts were a whirlwind of chaos.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her forehead in a gesture so gentle it felt like a confession. ”Good night, Claire,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her thoughts exploded.

[He—] [He...]

[He KISSED me]

I chuckled inwardly, my lips curling into a faint smile. It won’t be long now.

As I stood and turned toward the door, I caught sight of Yelena in the living area, her fingers flying over the keyboard of her laptop, the glow of the screen casting sharp, angular shadows across her face.

She didn’t look up at first, too absorbed in whatever she was doing, but then she must’ve sensed my presence because her head snapped up, her dark eyes locking onto mine with a smirk that promised nothing but trouble.

”I hope you guys used protection,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. ”I don’t want any fishy smells lingering in my safe house.”

She leaned back in her chair, her grin turning wicked as she stretched her arms above her head. ”And if you left dirty sheets, you’re washing them yourself. I’m not your maid.”

I blinked, caught off guard by her bluntness. ”What... what are you talking about, Sister Yelena?” I asked, my voice carefully neutral, though I could feel the corners of my mouth twitching.

She let out a low, throaty laugh, shaking her head. ”Oh, spare me the act,” she said, her voice teasing but sharp. ”I may not have eyes in that room, but I’m not blind.” She tilted her head, her gaze piercing. ”You two were in there for a while.”

She winked. ”So. Spill. Did you finally make a move, or are you still playing the gentleman?”

I crossed my arms, my expression unreadable. ”You have quite the imagination.”

Yelena laughed, unfazed. ”Oh, I don’t need imagination,” she said, her voice dropping into something smoother, more knowing.

”I’ve seen the way you look at her. The way she looks at you.” She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her gaze sharp. ”So. Tell me the truth—do you like Claire?”

I met her eyes, my expression serious. Then, slowly, I nodded. ”Yeah,” I admitted, my voice quiet but firm. ”I do like her.”

Yelena’s smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. ”So you do like older sisters, huh?” She let out a low, amused laugh, shaking her head. ”You’re a pervert, you know that, right?” She leaned back again, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper.

”But hey, who am I to judge?” She winked. ”Just don’t break her heart. She’s been through enough.”

I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I studied her, my mind already racing ahead, piecing together the next steps. ”She’s stronger than you think,” I said finally, my voice steady.

Yelena’s expression softened just slightly, her smirk fading into something almost serious. ”I know,” she said, her voice quieter. ”But strong people break too. Sometimes harder.” She paused, her gaze flicking toward the hallway where Claire’s room was.

”She’s been alone for a long time. And not just because of the divorce.” She looked back at me, her eyes sharp. ”She doesn’t let people in. Ever. So if she’s letting you in...” She trailed off, her voice dropping into something almost warning. ”Don’t screw it up.”

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. ”I don’t plan to.”

Yelena studied me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a smirk, she leaned back in her chair, her voice returning to its usual teasing tone. ”Good,” she said, her eyes gleaming.

”Because if you do, I will shoot you.” She laughed, waving a hand dismissively. ”Now go get some sleep. Or don’t. I’m not your mother.”

Yelena turned back to her laptop, her fingers already flying over the keys with practiced ease. ”But if you do end up in her room again,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement, ”at least have the decency to be quiet. I don’t want to hear you two going at it like rabbits.” She chuckled, her smirk never fading as she refocused on the screen in front of her.

I didn’t move. Instead, I pulled up a chair and sat beside her, my eyes flicking to the laptop. The screen was a maze of dark web forums, encrypted messages, and half-hidden threads. She was contacting GhostByte, her fingers moving swiftly as she typed out a message in coded language.

”Asking for information on the Italian Mafia that came to Russia recently?” I asked, my voice low as I leaned in slightly, my eyes scanning the screen.

Yelena didn’t look up, but her smirk deepened. ”Mmm, someone’s nosy,” she teased, though her tone was light, her focus unwavering. ”But yes. Natalya’s little file was interesting, but I don’t trust her. I want to see if GhostByte’s intel matches up.”

I watched as Yelena’s fingers flew across the keyboard, cross-referencing Natalya’s intel with the encrypted data streaming in from GhostByte. The names, dates, and locations aligned almost perfectly—too perfectly.

The Italians were here, and they weren’t just passing through. They were digging in, setting up, preparing for something big. The air in the warehouse was thick with tension, the hum of the laptop the only sound breaking the silence.

And then there was her—Yelena. The scent of her filled the space between us, a mix of something sharp and metallic, like gunpowder and coffee, with the faintest hint of sweat.

I leaned back slightly, my voice quiet. ”Sister Yelena...” I started, hesitating just slightly. ”Do you have family?”

Her fingers stilled over the keys. For a moment, she didn’t move, didn’t speak. Then, slowly, she shook her head. ”No,” she said, her voice flat, her gaze fixed on the screen.

”I knew from the beginning that this life was dangerous. That anyone close to me would be in danger because of me.” She exhaled, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. ”So I never went that way.”

There was something in her voice—something raw, something that made my chest tighten. ”That’s a lonely way to live,” I said, my voice soft.

Yelena’s fingers started moving again, her voice sharp, almost dismissive. ”Lonely is safe,” she said, her tone light but her eyes dark. ”Safe for them. Safe for me.” She glanced at me, her smirk returning, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. ”Besides, I have you now, don’t I? My favorite pervert.”