Milf Hunter: Seducin Chapter 744: Untying Yelena’s Heartknot

Chapter 744: Untying Yelena’s Heartknot

I sat down on the edge of the bed, the springs groaning under my weight.

The motel room was dim, the flickering neon sign outside casting a pale glow through the thin curtains. Claire had already disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the shower running a steady hum in the background.

Yelena stood by the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her back to . The tension in her shoulders was unmistakable, her fingers digging into her own arms like she was trying to hold herself together.

I walked up behind her, my hands settling on her shoulders, feeling the way her body tensed at my touch. "Sister Yelena," I murmured, my voice low, pulling her back against my chest. "Are you jealous?"

She tried to push

away, but there was no real strength behind it. "Why would I be jealous?" she muttered, her voice muffled, her head dropping forward. "Who are you to ? What does it matter?"

But then her voice cracked, her body trembling just slightly. "You’ll leave," she whispered, her words barely audible, her fingers clenching into fists.

"You’ll leave, and I’ll be alone again. Just like always." A tear slipped free, rolling down her cheek, followed by another. "I don’t—I can’t—" Her breath hitched, her voice breaking. "I don’t know how to not be alone."

I turned her around, my hands cupping her face, forcing her to look at . Her eyes were glistening, her lashes wet, her expression raw with a pain she rarely let anyone see. "You won’t be alone," I said, my voice firm, my thumbs brushing away her tears. "Not anymore."

She shook her head, her voice trembling. "You don’t understand," she whispered. "People always leave. They promise they won’t, but they do. They always do." Her fingers gripped my wrists, her grip almost desperate. "I can’t—I can’t go through that again."

I didn’t let her look away. "I’m not them," I said, my voice steady, unyielding. "I’m not leaving you. Ever."

Yelena let out a shaky breath, another tear rolling down her cheek. "You say that now," she whispered, her voice breaking. "But what happens when Claire needs you? When does the job call you away? When life gets in the way?" She swallowed hard, her eyes searching mine. "What happens when you realize I’m too much? That I’m broken?"

I pulled her closer, my forehead pressing against hers. "Then I’ll fix you," I said, my voice a dark promise. "Every damn ti."

She let out a choked laugh, her fingers tightening around my wrists. "You can’t fix , Jack," she whispered. "No one can."

"Watch ," I growled, my hand sliding to the back of her neck, my grip firm.

She closed her eyes, her breath hitching. "You’ll get tired of ," she murmured. "You’ll see how ssy I am. How complicated. And you’ll leave, just like everyone else."

I slapped her ass—hard—the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Stop," I commanded, my voice low and dangerous. "I’m not leaving. I’m not getting tired. And I sure as hell am not like everyone else."

Yelena’s breath hitched, her body jolting at the sting, her eyes flying open. "You hit ," she whispered, her voice trembling, but there was sothing else there—sothing raw, sothing needy.

"I’ll do it again if you keep talking like that," I said, my voice a growl. "You’re mine, Yelena. And I don’t abandon what’s mine."

She stared at , her lips parting, her breath coming faster. "Jack..." she whispered, her voice breaking.

I slapped her ass again, harder this ti, my hand lingering, squeezing. "You’re not alone," I said, my voice a dark vow. "You’re never going to be alone again."

Yelena’s eyes burned into mine, her tears still falling, but her expression was shifting—from fear to sothing fiercer. "You promise?" she demanded, her voice trembling.

"I promise," I said, my voice unshakable.

She let out a shaky breath, her body sagging against mine, her forehead resting against my chest. "I don’t know how to do this," she admitted, her voice quiet. "I don’t know how to need soone."

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight. "You don’t have to know," I murmured. "You just have to let ."

Yelena stood there, her breath shaky, her fingers twisting in the fabric of my shirt as if she were trying to anchor herself to sothing real. The dim motel light cast shadows across her face, highlighting the conflict in her eyes. "What if I can’t?" she whispered again, her voice trembling with vulnerability.

I tilted her chin up, forcing her to et my gaze. My voice was firm, unyielding. "Then I’ll make you."

She shook her head, her expression twisting with guilt and fear. "What about Claire?" she asked, her voice breaking slightly. "Are you gonna leave her? No, we can’t do this... I can’t betray Claire like that." Her fingers clenched tighter, her knuckles turning white.

I didn’t hesitate.

My hand ca down hard on her ass, the sharp smack echoing through the room. Yelena let out a surprised "Aaaah~!