Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 779: Taking Marina To Mexico

Claire spotted me first and made her way over, her eyes warm. ”Husband,” she said softly, her voice carrying that familiar affection, ”I want to go and meet my daughters.”

I nodded without hesitation, my voice firm but warm. ”Of course,” I said to Claire, ”Take Yelena with you.” Claire’s face lit up with gratitude, her eyes shimmering with excitement as she turned to Yelena, who was already bouncing on her toes.

”Come on, sweetie! We’re going shopping!” Yelena let out a delighted squeal, and the two of them hurried out, their laughter lingering in the air.

Before I could even reach for my coffee, Stella approached, a plate of breakfast in hand. ”Here you go,” she said, her voice warm as she set it down in front of me.

”You’ve been skipping meals again. Eat.” Her tone was teasing but firm, the way only she could manage—like a mother hen who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

But before I could take a bite, Marina came barreling toward me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. ”Husband!” she declared, her voice playful but insistent, ”You promised to take me to Grandma’s! You said we’d go!” She pouted dramatically, her arms crossing over her chest in mock frustration.

I chuckled, reaching out to pinch her nose before pulling her into a quick, affectionate kiss. ”Okay, okay, my little tyrant,” I said, feigning surrender. ”I’m sorry we’ve delayed it. Let’s go after breakfast, alright? I’ll teleport us there directly.” I smirked, my thumb brushing her lower lip. ”Happy now?”

Marina’s pout melted into a radiant grin. She threw her arms around my neck, pressing a loud, smacking kiss to my cheek. ”Happy!” she sang, her voice ringing with delight. ”But if you delay again, I’ll punish you!” She winked before skipping away, leaving me shaking my head with a grin.

Just as I finally picked up my fork, Jessica slid into the seat beside me, her expression tense. ”Husband,” she said, her voice low and urgent, ”Cindy came to see me again. She’s demanding I quit your company and return to her father’s.”

I set my fork down slowly, turning to face her fully. My smirk was deliberate, my voice dropping into a low, teasing growl. ”Oh, is she now?” I leaned in closer, my hand finding her thigh beneath the table, my fingers tracing slow, possessive circles. ”And what did you tell her, my love?”

Jessica’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushing as she glanced around nervously. ”I—I told her I’d think about it,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I let out a dark chuckle, my grip tightening just enough to make her gasp. ”You’ll think about it?” I repeated, my voice dripping with mock disappointment. ”Or should I remind you who you belong to?” My fingers slid higher, my thumb brushing dangerously close to where her legs met.

”Maybe I should fuck you right in front of her, so your dear daughter can see exactly who owns this pretty little body of yours.” My lips brushed the shell of her ear, my voice a sinful whisper. ”Would you like that? Should I show her how good you are for me?”

Jessica’s face burned crimson, her body tensing as she squirmed under my touch. ”H-Husband, ” she protested, but her voice lacked conviction, her eyes darkening with a mix of shame and desire.

I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, my smirk wicked. ”Then you’d better tell her no,” I murmured, my thumb pressing just a little harder, ”or I’ll make sure she never forgets who you kneel for.”

Jessica’s breath came in shallow gasps, her fingers clutching the edge of the table. ”I—I’ll listen to you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. ”I’ll tell her no.”

”Good girl,” I purred, finally releasing her—only to let my hand trail up to her waist, pulling her flush against me for a brief, possessive kiss. ”Now go arrange that meeting. I want to see her face when you tell her you’re mine.”

Jessica nodded, her body still trembling as she stood, her legs unsteady. ”Y-Yes, Husband,” she breathed, before hurrying away, her cheeks still flushed.

Karen cleared her throat, pulling my attention. ”Husband, Kate and Jennifer have been asking for you again,” she said, her tone dry but amused. ”They won’t stop until you see them.”

I nodded, my mind already shifting gears, the weight of responsibility settling comfortably on my shoulders. ”I’m heading to Mexico first,” I said, my voice steady and assured. ”When I get back, I’ll deal with Kate and Jennifer.”

I glanced around at the women gathered—Stella, Karen, Jessica, and Marina—my expression softening as I took in their familiar faces. ”And the company—you all know what to do. Manage it however you see fit. I trust you.”

After breakfast, I pulled Marina into a warm, lingering hug, her body pressing against mine as she nuzzled into my chest. ”Ready, my love?” I murmured, my lips brushing the top of her head. She nodded eagerly, her arms tightening around me for just a second longer before I wrapped us in the familiar rush of teleportation energy.

In an instant, we were standing outside Marina’s grandma’s house in Mexico. The warm, golden sunlight bathed the quaint, rustic home, the scent of blooming flowers and earth filling the air. Marina’s fingers twined with mine, her excitement palpable as she reached out to ring the bell.

The door swung open almost immediately, revealing the two maids I had left behind to care for her grandma. Their eyes widened in recognition, and they instantly bowed their heads. ”Master,” they said in unison, their voices filled with respect and relief.

The maids ushered us inside, their movements efficient yet warm. As we stepped into the living room, I saw Marina’s grandma sitting in her favorite armchair, a plate of food balanced on her lap as she watched TV.

She turned her head at the sound of our entrance, her eyes widening in shock as they landed on Marina.

”Marina?” she breathed, her voice trembling with disbelief.

Marina didn’t hesitate. She let go of my hand and rushed forward, throwing herself into her grandma’s arms. ”Grandma!” she sobbed, her voice breaking with emotion as she buried her face in the older woman’s shoulder. ”I missed you so much!”

Her grandma’s hands shook slightly as she wrapped her arms around Marina, holding her tight. ”Oh, my girl,” she whispered, her own voice thick with tears.

”My sweet, sweet girl. I missed you, too.” She pressed a kiss to the top of Marina’s head, her fingers stroking her hair as if reassuring herself that this wasn’t a dream.

I stood back, watching the scene unfold with a warmth spreading through my chest. The maids quietly excused themselves, giving us privacy, while I moved closer, placing a gentle hand on Marina’s back.