Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

"You are not allowed to call yourself that," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble, my fingers digging into her skin. "You're a slut…" My hand slid down, cupping her pussy, my fingers pressing just hard enough to make her gasp. "…only for me."

Gabriela's breath hitched, her body melting into mine as her resistance crumbled. "Y-Yes, Jack," she whispered, her voice trembling with submission, her dark eyes glazed with shame and lust. "Only for you…"

I smiled, pressing a final, lingering kiss to her forehead before pulling away—just enough to let the cold reality of what she'd just agreed to sink in.

I turned off the Hand of Arousal ability.

Gabriela blinked, her mind clearing just enough to realize—the wet bed, the sticky sheets, the evidence of her shame. Her face flamed with embarrassment, her fingers clutching the fabric of her robe, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure and guilt.

I stood up, adjusting my clothes, the morning sunlight streaming through the window. 9 A.M. The world outside was awake, unaware of the filth that had just transpired in this room.

I stepped out, leaving Gabriela behind—broken, used, mine—and headed to the coffee shop where Lorena was waiting.

Lorena sat across from me, her dark eyes sharp, curious, sipping her coffee. "What happened, Mr. Jack?" she asked, her voice laced with concern—and something darker. "You called me so early in the morning…?"

I leaned back in my chair, my gaze slowly trailing down her body, activating my AI Lens—seeing right through her clothes. A smirk curved my lips as I took in the sight of her red lace panties, clinging to her skin, damp with the heat of her own arousal.

"Oh, Lorena," I purred, my voice low, mocking, knowing. "I see you followed my advice." My eyes gleamed with amusement as I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Red suits you… So fucking well."

Lorena's face flamed, her fingers tightening around her cup, her knuckles whitening. "W-What nonsense—! You—You pervert—!" she hissed, her voice dropping to a furious whisper. "H-How the hell did you know—?!" Her gaze darted around the café, paranoid, humiliated.

I chuckled, my smirk deepening, dark and knowing. "Didn't I tell you, Lorena?" My voice was smooth, taunting, laced with something predatory.

"I know everything." I paused, my eyes burning into hers. "Every little secret… Every filthy thought…" My gaze dropped to her lips, lingering just long enough to make her squirm. "Every wet spot on those pretty panties of yours."

Lorena's breath hitched, her cheeks burning with shame and fury. "Y-You installed cameras—?!" she snapped, her voice trembling with rage. "In my home—? My bathroom—?!"

I didn't answer.

I just smiled—slow, deliberate, taunting.

"You monster," she hissed, but there was something else in her voice—something dark, something hungry. "You can't—"

"I can," I interrupted, my voice smooth, dangerous, cutting through her protest. "And I did." I leaned back, my gaze never leaving hers. "But right now…" My voice shifted, smooth, calculating, possessive. "We have business to discuss."

Lorena exhaled sharply, her fingers clenching her cup tighter, her knuckles white. "The case," she muttered, shaking her head as if trying to clear it. "The search and arrest warrant for Diaz, Sergio, and the others…" She paused, her gaze locking onto mine, defiant—but shaken. "It'll be issued today."

I nodded, satisfied.

Then, my voice shifted again—smooth, dangerous, possessive. "Are you free right now, Lorena?" My eyes burned into hers, dark, hungry, demanding. "Or is there anywhere you have to be?"

Lorena's breath caught, her dark eyes flickering with something unreadable—fear, lust, defiance. She knew what that question meant. She knew what I meant.

She glanced at me, her lips curving into a smirk—arrogant, challenging, playful. "That…" she said, her voice cool, mocking, but tinged with something hotter. "My dad wants to meet you."

I leaned back in my seat, my gaze trailing over her body, amused, possessive. "Okay…" I murmured, my voice smooth, unfazed, but my eyes burned with something darker. "Let's go meet him…" I paused, my lips quirking into a smirk. "Anyway… I'm free."

Lorena drove, her fingers tight on the steering wheel, her jaw set with defiance, but her thighs shifted slightly, unconsciously drawing my attention.

I sat in the passenger seat, my gaze lingering on her legs—encased in black stockings, hugging her skin, teasing the curve of her muscles, the shadow of her heat.

"Where the hell are you looking?" she snapped, her voice sharp, annoyed, but there was something else there—something hotter, something hungrier, something that betrayed her.

I didn't look away. "Your thighs," I murmured, my voice low, dark, unapologetic, my fingers tracing an imaginary line along the seam of her stockings.

"I want to see what's between them." My gaze burned into her, challenging, taunting. "I bet it's just as beautiful as the rest of you."

Lorena's cheeks flamed, her fingers tightening on the wheel, her knuckles whitening. "You are such a pervert," she hissed, but there was no real anger in her voice—just heat, just lust, just the thrill of the game. "You actually think I'd let you look—?"

I smirked, my gaze never leaving her thighs. "I don't think, Lorena," I purred, my voice dark, confident, possessive. "I know." My fingers brushed against the seat, just inches from her leg, teasing, threatening. "And you know it too."

She didn't deny it.

Instead, she shifted in her seat, her thighs pressing together just enough to make me smirk wider. "You're insufferable," she muttered, but her voice wavered, betraying her.

I leaned closer, my voice dropping to a dark, intimate purr. "Lorena…" I murmured, my breath hot against her ear, my fingers finally brushing against the hem of her skirt. "Would you be my woman?"

Lorena glanced at me, her dark eyes gleaming with challenge, but something softer flickered there—something vulnerable, something hungry. "Why?" she asked, her voice cool, calculating, but her breath hitched—just slightly.

I didn't hesitate. "Because I like your body," I said, my voice raw, honest, possessive, my gaze trailing over her curves, lingering on the way her skirt clung to her hips.

"But it's not just that." My fingers curled into a fist, restraining the urge to grab her, to pull her into my lap.

"You're different, Lorena." My voice dropped to a growl. "You're strong. Smart. Unafraid." My eyes burned into hers. "And mine."

Lorena chuckled, her voice laced with amusement—and something darker, something that sent a jolt through me. "You are really honest," she murmured, her gaze flicking to me—assessing, weighing, hungry.

"But how do I know you won't kill me?" Her lips twisted in a smirk, but her eyes betrayed her—flickering with something raw, something real. "You're a madman, Jack… A madman who can kill anyone… Aren't you?"

I didn't flinch. I didn't deny it.

I looked at her, my voice low, dangerous, possessive. "Yeah, you're right," I murmured, my eyes burning into hers, dark and unwavering. "I will kill everyone who goes against me…" My fingers flexed, imagining the feel of her throat under my hand—not to hurt her, but to claim her, to protect her.