Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

"Or even thinks of harming my woman." My voice dropped to a growl, raw and final. "But I will never hurt my own woman." I leaned closer, my breath hot against her ear, my voice a dark whisper. "You should know that."

Lorena exhaled sharply, her dark eyes searching mine—for truth, for lies, for something real. "After I become your woman…" she murmured, her voice laced with defiance—and fear, but something else too—something hopeful, something wild.

"Will you treat me like a caged canary?" Her fingers tightened on the wheel, her knuckles white, but her voice was steady, challenging.

I shook my head, my voice firm, unwavering, possessive. "Never," I growled, my fingers brushing against the seat, imagining them tangled in her hair, pulling her close—not to control her, but to free her.

"I will never restrict you, Lorena," I said, my gaze burning into hers. "Never cage you." My voice softened, just slightly, but no less intense.

"I'll help you… In anything you want." My fingers traced an imaginary line along her thigh, teasing, promising, claiming. "Power. Money. Revenge. Pleasure." My lips curved in a dark smirk, my eyes locked onto hers—burning, possessive, unapologetic. "You want it? It's yours."

Lorena glanced at me, her dark eyes gleaming with disbelief—and something hotter, something hungrier. "Really?" she murmured, her voice laced with skepticism, but her fingers tightened on the steering wheel, betraying the thrill coursing through her.

I didn't answer with words.

Instead, I pulled out my phone, my fingers moving swiftly over the screen. A few taps, a confirmation—and done.

A notification chimed on Lorena's phone.

She glanced at it, her eyes widening as she read the message—her bank account, updated, reflecting the new balance.

"W-What… $1 Billion…?!" Her voice cracked, her fingers trembling as she nearly swerved the car. "J-Jack, what the hell—?!"

I leaned back, my voice smooth, unfazed, but my eyes burned into hers—dark, possessive, serious. "Don't think I'm trying to buy you with money," I murmured, my tone firm, final.

"This is my sincerity…" My fingers brushed against her thigh, claiming, possessive. "And if you don't want to be my woman…" I paused, my gaze never leaving hers. "Think of it as your salary as my lawyer."

Lorena stared at me, her dark eyes wide, shocked—not just at the amount, but at the ease with which I threw it away. "Y-You're really making it difficult for me to refuse…" she whispered, her voice shaky, her fingers clutching the wheel tighter. "C-Can I… think about it?"

I nodded, my voice low, dark, unwavering. "Yeah…" I murmured, my gaze burning into hers. "Just tell me your answer…" My lips quirked in a smirk. "Before I decide to go back to America."

Lorena nodded, her mind racing, her body humming with the weight of the decision—and the thrill of the power I had just handed her.

The iron gates of the villa swung open with a low hum, the guards nodding at Lorena with deference—respectful, trained, unquestioning.

The estate loomed ahead, grand and imposing, a kingdom of wealth and power, bathed in the golden glow of the morning sun. The air smelled of money—polished marble, manicured lawns, the faint scent of expensive perfume lingering in the breeze.

Lorena parked the car, her fingers still trembling slightly around the steering wheel, her mind spiraling with the weight of the decision—and the thrill of the power I had just handed her. The engine died with a soft click, the silence settling between us like a promise.

"Jack…" she murmured, her voice low, serious, but her dark eyes betrayed her—hungry, curious, afraid of the answer, yet drawn to it like a moth to a flame. "Why me?" Her gaze searched mine, raw, unfiltered, demanding the truth.

I turned to her, my voice low, dark, unapologetic. "Because you're different, Lorena," I growled, my fingers brushing against the back of her hand, claiming her without touching her.

"Unique." My eyes burned into hers, possessive, intense. "You don't judge me." A smirk played on my lips, dark and knowing.

"Even after you know what I am… what I've done…" My voice dropped to a whisper, raw and intimate. "You don't stand on some fucking pedestal of morals like everyone else."

Lorena's breath hitched, her fingers clenching the wheel tighter, her knuckles whitening. "You think that's a good thing?" she asked, her voice sharp, challenging, but her eyes betrayed her—flickering with something darker, something hungrier. "That I don't care if you're a monster?"

I leaned closer, my voice a dark purr, my breath hot against her ear. "I know it is," I murmured, my fingers finally sliding up to grip her chin, forcing her to look at me.

"Because morals are for people who need them to feel safe." My thumb brushed over her lower lip, teasing, possessive.

"You don't need safe, Lorena. You need power. Freedom. Control." My gaze burned into hers. "And I give you all of it."

She exhaled sharply, her dark eyes locked onto mine—searching, weighing, hungry. "You're dangerous, Jack," she whispered, but there was no fear in her voice—just heat, just lust, just the thrill of the unknown. "You could destroy me."

"I could," I agreed, my voice raw, unapologetic, possessive. "But I won't." My fingers tightened on her chin, just enough to make her gasp. "Because you're mine." My lips curved in a dark smirk. "And I protect what's mine."

Lorena's breath caught, her body tensing under my touch, but she didn't pull away. "And if I say no?" she asked, her voice a whisper, challenging, testing.

I didn't flinch. "Then you walk away with a billion dollars," I said, my voice smooth, but my eyes burned with something darker. "And I never bother you again." My thumb traced her jawline, possessive, claiming. "But we both know you won't."

She didn't deny it.

Instead, she leaned into my touch, her voice low, dark, hungry. "You're arrogant, Jack," she murmured, but her eyes gleamed with something wilder—something free, something that matched the fire in me. "You think you know me."

"I do," I growled, my voice raw, possessive, final. "Better than you know yourself." My hand slid to her neck, my thumb brushing over her pulse, feeling the way it spiked under my touch. "You want this. Need it." My lips brushed her ear, my voice a dark whisper. "Just like I need you."

Lorena's body shuddered, her dark eyes burning into mine—challenging, hungry, free. "You scare me, Jack," she admitted, her voice soft, but her gaze never wavered.

"Good," I purred, my fingers tightening on her neck, just enough to make her gasp. "You should be scared." My lips curved in a smirk. "But you should also know—" My voice dropped to a growl. "No one else will ever give you what I can."

She stared at me, her dark eyes gleaming with something wild—something hungry, something that matched the fire in me. "You're insane," she whispered, but her voice held no condemnation—just heat, just lust, just the thrill of the fall.

"And you love it," I growled, my hand sliding down to grip her thigh, claiming her before she could even breathe.

She didn't pull away.