Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 713

Chapter 713: Natalya’s Bold Seduction
Polina wheeled me through the cabin, the scent of pine and something warm—maybe soup—filling the air.

As we passed the kitchen, I spotted two more bodyguards inside. One had jet-black hair tied in a tight braid, her movements efficient as she chopped vegetables. The other was blonde, her focus entirely on the stove as she stirred a pot.

I used my AI Lens again.

Name: Alisa Volkov (Black hair, sharp features, tattoo of a wolf on her wrist.)

Age: 31

Specializations: Explosives, hand-to-hand combat, surveillance.

Notes: Former FSB. Cold, methodical. Loyal to Natalya above all else.

Name: Diana Orlov  (Blonde, athletic build, scar above her eyebrow.)

Age: 31

Specializations: Sniper, infiltration, and medical training.

Notes: Ex-KGB. Precision shooter. Known for her patience and ruthlessness.

Polina glanced at me as we moved. “Viper…” she hesitated, then lowered her voice. “Is Boss and you… together now?”

I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. “Yeah. Boss is my girlfriend now.”

Polina’s expression softened, a rare warmth in her eyes. “Congratulations.”

Then, quieter: “And… thank you. For helping me out with the Boss before.”

I shook my head, guilt twisting in my chest. “No. It’s my fault that Boss was angry at you. I’m sorry, Polina.”

She waved a hand dismissively, but her voice was firm. “You don’t need to apologize. You were protecting her. That’s all that matters.” She paused, then added, “Just… don’t break her heart. She’s been through enough.”

I met her gaze. “I won’t.”

Polina gave a single nod, then continued pushing my wheelchair through the cabin. The place was cozy but fortified—thick wooden walls, reinforced doors, windows with steel shutters. A safe house built for survival.

As we rolled past the living area, I caught sight of the fireplace, the stocked weapons cabinet, the maps spread across the table—evidence of Natalya’s meticulous planning. This wasn’t just a hideout. It was a fortress.

Polina stopped near the large windows overlooking the forest. “We’re secure here. The perimeter’s wired, and the girls are on rotation for watch. No one’s getting in without us knowing.”

I nodded, my mind still on Natalya. “Good.”

Polina wheeled me back toward the room, her grip on the chair steady and sure. The cabin was quiet except for the distant hum of conversation from the kitchen and the occasional crackle of the fireplace. The air smelled of pine and something warm—maybe the soup the others were preparing.

Just as we reached the doorway, the sound of the bathroom door clicking open echoed through the cabin.

Polina’s eyes flicked toward the hallway, and a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “I’ll leave you to it,” she said, her voice low and amused, before she turned and disappeared down the hall, leaving me alone.

Natalya stepped out of the bathroom, the steam from her shower curling around her like a halo. She was wearing a black lace bra and panties, the delicate fabric clinging to her curves, the dampness of her skin making the lace almost translucent in places. My breath hitched as I took her in—her dark hair damp and slightly messy, her lips parted as she caught me staring.

She raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Enjoying the view?”

I didn’t even try to hide it. “Always.”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile playing at her lips betrayed her amusement as she crossed the room. The way she moved—confident, fluid, like she owned every inch of the space around her—made my pulse spike. She sat on the edge of the bed beside me, her fingers brushing against my arm, sending a jolt of electricity through my skin.

“Polina giving you the grand tour?” she asked, her voice dropping into that low, teasing tone that always made my stomach tighten.

“Something like that,” I managed, my voice rough.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear as her voice dropped to a whisper. “Good. Because we’re not leaving this room for a while.”

My pulse jumped, my body reacting instantly to the promise in her voice. “Oh?”

Natalya’s smirk was pure trouble, her eyes darkening with intent. “Yeah. I’ve got plans for you, boyfriend.”

I swallowed hard, my body already tense with anticipation. “Boss… can you… not do that? I can’t control myself if you keep talking like that.”

Her smirk deepened, her fingers trailing down my chest, sending shivers through me. “Then don’t,” she murmured, her voice husky. “Let go.”

Before I could protest, she helped me onto the bed, her hands careful but firm as she lay me down. The mattress dipped under her weight as she hovered over me, her dark eyes locked onto mine. “You’re injured,” she said softly, her fingers tracing the bandages around my chest. “So let me do it. I don’t want to leave any regrets… if I die.”

Her words sent a pang through my chest. I reached up, pressing my fingers to her lips to silence her. “Boss, I will not let anything happen to you,” I said, my voice firm, my gaze unwavering.

Natalya’s fingers trailed down my chest, her touch feather-light but electric, sending shivers through my body. The damp heat of her skin radiated against me as she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear.

“You’re mine, Viper,” she whispered, her voice a low, sultry purr that made my breath catch.

Her mouth found mine in a slow, deep kiss, her lips parting as her tongue slid against mine—hot, wet, demanding. I groaned into the kiss, my hands instinctively gripping her waist, pulling her closer.

She didn’t resist. Instead, she straddled my lap, her thighs pressing against mine as she settled over me, her body fitting against mine like she was made for it.

The thin fabric of her black lace bra and panties brushed against my pajamas, the friction sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. She rocked her hips slightly, a slow, deliberate grind that made my cock twitch beneath the fabric. “Feel that?” she murmured against my lips, her voice thick with desire. “Feel how much I want you?”

I let out a ragged breath, my hands sliding up her back, my fingers tangling in her damp hair. “Natalya—”

“Shh,” she whispered, cutting me off with another kiss, this one deeper, hungrier. Her tongue explored my mouth, her teeth grazing my bottom lip just enough to send a spark of pleasure-pain through me. Her hips rolled again, her body pressing down against mine, the heat between us unbearable.

Her hands slid down my chest, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock through my pajamas. I hissed at the contact, my body arching slightly into her touch.

She smirked, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she continued her slow, torturous exploration. “You like that?” she asked, her voice a teasing whisper.