Milf Hunter: Seducin Chapter 758: Forgotten Victor

Chapter 758: Forgotten Victor

I pulled my fingers back slowly, watching as Claire and Yelena squird, 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 won waiting for

in Arica. 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 , her voice hesitant but bold. "Your won..." 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 sothing 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 sa way. "Let’s go et 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 , their hands exploring, their lips finding mine in slow, lazy kisses.

The tension from earlier had lted away, replaced by sothing warr, sothing deeper. We took our ti, 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 ti 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 amusent.

And then—we teleported.

The world blurred for a second, the sensation of movent so fast it was almost disorienting. One mont, 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 excitent, a grin spreading across her face. "This is so cool!" she exclaid, 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—sothing sharp, sothing possessive.

Claire and Yelena exchanged nervous glances, their excitent montarily 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 mont, her gaze sharp, almost accusatory. "Tell ," 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 embarrassnt 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 lting into sothing gentler. She stepped closer, her eyes flickering with amusent. "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 sothing softer—sothing 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 . "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. "Welco to the family," she purred, her voice dripping with amusent and sothing deeper—sothing like pride.

The tension in Claire and Yelena’s bodies lted 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 warr, 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—sothing 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 , 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 Arica, 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 ergency. You’re not alone anymore."

Natalya exhaled sharply, so 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 rembered Victor.

My expression darkened. "There’s sothing else," I said, my voice dropping into sothing colder, sothing 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 sothing 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 rcy. Just cold, ruthless certainty. "He’ll regret ever crossing ."