Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 738

Chapter 738: Bra Snapping In Car’s Backseat
The city lights blurred past the windows as the convoy of black cars surrounded us, their engines humming in unison. Yelena’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, her knuckles white, but she didn’t reach for her gun. Not yet.

The car in front of us stopped abruptly, and Yelena slammed the brakes, the tires screeching against the asphalt. The door of the lead car swung open, and Polina stepped out first, her expression unreadable, followed by Irene and a handful of Natalya’s other associates. And then—her. Natalya emerged, her heels clicking against the pavement with deliberate slowness, her smirk sharp and knowing as she approached Yelena’s window.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Natalya purred, her voice dripping with amusement as she leaned down, her dark eyes flicking between Yelena and Claire. “I’d help you.” Her lips curled into a smirk. “You fools have a death wish, or what?”

Claire’s fingers twitched toward the gun in her lap, her voice cold. “What’s it to you?”

Natalya’s smirk never wavered. “I’m here to help,” she said, her tone sweet but edged with something darker. “Whether you like it or not.”

Before either of them could protest, she reached for the door handle and slid into the backseat—right next to me.

I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

Natalya glanced out the window, her voice sharp as she barked orders to Polina and the others. “Go ahead. Let them follow.” Then she turned her attention back to the car, her gaze lingering on the empty space beside her—where I was sitting.

“I don’t let people go,” she said, her voice low, her fingers tapping idly against her thigh. “Especially those who try to trick me.” Her lips curled into a smirk. “And those Italians? They’ve got guts, trying to pin their dirty deeds on me.”

Claire’s voice was a growl. “You’re not up to any good either.” Her fingers twitched toward her gun. “Once this is over, I’m coming after you.”

Natalya laughed, the sound light but edged with something dangerous. “Oh, Agent Claire,” she said, her tone mocking. “Always so predictable.” She paused, her voice shifting into something almost casual. “Oh! I forgot—where’s that fellow Jack? The one who was with you?”

Claire’s entire body tensed, her voice sharp with panic. “What did you do to him?”

Natalya waved a hand dismissively. “Nothing, nothing,” she said, her tone breezy. “I just asked my people to bring him along. For reassurance, you understand.” Her smirk deepened. “If anything happens to me, well… let’s just say he won’t be fine.”

Claire’s voice was a snarl. “If anything happens to him, I will end you.”

Natalya chuckled, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Don’t worry, dorogaya,” she said, her tone mocking. “He’ll be fine.”

Then, without warning, her hand slid onto my lap—right where I was sitting.

She wasn’t surprised.

Not even a little.

Her fingers curled slightly, her voice dropping into a whisper. “I asked SERA to hack Yelena’s laptop,” she murmured, her gaze flicking toward the front seat. “Saw the whole thing—you getting knocked out, turning invisible, following them.” Her lips brushed close to my ear, her voice a velvet purr. “Did you like the surprise, husband?”

I leaned in, my breath warm against her skin. “Yeah,” I whispered back, my voice low. “I love it, wife.”

Natalya’s smirk turned wicked, her voice edged with something almost like jealousy. “If I hadn’t come, you might’ve been captured by Claire,” she teased, her fingers tracing slow circles on my thigh. “She’s been obsessed with you since the moment she met you.” Her voice dropped into something darker. “She would’ve chained you to her bed if she’d known you were here.”

I chuckled, my voice a whisper. “And you? Would you have stopped her?”

Natalya’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening just slightly. “Oh, solnyshko,” she murmured, her voice a purr. “I would’ve helped her.”

Claire’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and suspicious. “Did you say something?” she snapped, her eyes narrowing in the rearview mirror.

Natalya shook her head, her expression innocent. “Nothing,” she said, her voice sweet. “Just admiring the scenery.”

But her hand didn’t move.

Instead, it kept rubbing slow, deliberate circles on my thigh—until my own hand slid up, my fingers finding the curve of her breast beneath her blouse.

Natalya’s breath hitched, her face flushing as she felt my touch. But she didn’t pull away.

She just smirked.

Natalya’s breath was warm against my ear, her voice a velvet whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. “You’re dangerous, Jack,” she murmured, her fingers still tracing slow, deliberate circles on my thigh, her touch growing bolder with every passing second. “I like that.”

I didn’t answer with words.

Instead, my hand slid upward, my fingers brushing against the fabric of her blouse, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath. The car hummed around us, the engine a low, steady purr, but neither Claire nor Yelena seemed to notice the tension thickening in the backseat.

Natalya’s breath hitched as my fingers found the top button of her blouse, deftly undoing it with a flick of my wrist. The fabric parted, revealing the lace of her bra beneath, the swell of her breasts rising with every shallow breath she took.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

My fingers didn’t hesitate. They slipped beneath the lace, my palm cupping the weight of her breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple with a slow, deliberate pressure.

Natalya’s body tensed, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I rolled the sensitive peak between my fingers, pinching just enough to make her breath catch.

“You’re bold,” she whispered, her voice trembling just slightly, her back arching into my touch. “I like that too.”

I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her neck as my fingers continued their exploration, teasing her nipple until it hardened beneath my touch. “You want this,” I murmured, my voice low and rough. “Don’t you?”

Natalya’s fingers clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to keep her composure. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “God, yes.”

My other hand joined the first, slipping beneath her bra to palm her other breast, my thumbs working in tandem to roll and pinch her nipples until she was biting her lip to keep from moaning.

The car hit a bump, and her body jolted slightly, pressing her further into my hands. I took advantage of the movement, my fingers tightening just enough to make her gasp, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

“You’re soaked,” I whispered, my voice a dark promise as I felt the heat radiating from her body, the way her skin flushed beneath my touch. “Aren’t you?”