Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 739

Chapter 739: Trapped Inside The Villa
Natalya’s breath hitched, her body trembling as my fingers continued their relentless assault, pinching and rolling her nipples until she was squirming in her seat. “Jack—” she started, her voice a desperate whisper, but I cut her off with a sharp tweak of her nipple that made her bite back a moan.

“Quiet,” I murmured, my voice a command. “Unless you want Claire to know exactly what I’m doing to you.”

Natalya’s eyes fluttered closed, her body arching into my hands as I pinched her nipples harder, the pleasure-pain making her breath come in ragged gasps. “Fuck,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “You’re killing me.”

I chuckled darkly, my fingers never stopping their torment. “Oh, wife,” I whispered, my voice a velvet threat. “We’re just getting started.”

Her body shuddered, her nipples hardening further beneath my touch, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. “Jack—” she started again, but her words dissolved into a soft whimper as I pinched her nipples one last time, hard enough to make her body jerk.

“Good girl,” I murmured, my voice a dark caress. “Now sit still… and behave.”

Natalya’s breath was ragged, her body trembling as she tried to regain her composure. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, her dark eyes glazed with desire. She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. She just sat there, her body thrumming with the aftershocks of my touch, her fingers clenched into fists in her lap.

Then, suddenly, the car jolted to a stop.

We’d arrived.

I pulled my hand back, my touch leaving her skin with a final, lingering brush of my fingers. Natalya’s breath hitched, her body tensing as reality crashed back in around her. The moment was over—for now.

Yelena glanced back from the front seat, her sharp eyes taking in Natalya’s flushed face, her disheveled blouse, the way her fingers trembled as she tried to button it back up. “Are you nervous?” Yelena teased, her voice dripping with amusement. “I didn’t expect the famous Queen Natalya to be nervous.”

Natalya’s eyes flashed, her voice sharp as she regained her composure. “Your mother is nervous,” she snapped, her tone laced with venom as she pushed open the car door and stepped out.

I followed, the cool night air hitting my skin as I emerged from the vehicle. The mansion loomed ahead of us, its dark windows like empty eyes watching our approach. The Italians were here—somewhere inside—and they weren’t expecting us.

Not yet.

Natalya adjusted her blouse with a final, sharp tug, her expression shifting back into that familiar mask of cold confidence. “Let’s move,” she said, her voice all business now, her gaze sweeping over the property. “Polina, Irene—take the back. Yelena, Claire, you’re with me.”

Yelena smirked, her gun already drawn. “Finally, some action.”

Claire didn’t speak. She just nodded, her fingers tightening around her own weapon, her eyes scanning the shadows ahead.

I stayed close, my invisibility still active, my presence unseen but undeniable.

The villa loomed ahead, its high walls and darkened windows hiding the danger within. Guards patrolled the perimeter, their voices low and alert, their hands resting on their weapons. The sudden arrival of Natalya’s convoy hadn’t gone unnoticed—eyes darted toward the cars, fingers tightening on triggers. The air was thick with tension, the kind that precedes a storm.

Natalya didn’t hesitate. She sent her people forward first, a wave of armed figures fanning out to take the lead. Polina and Irene moved behind us, their guns drawn, their expressions cold and focused.

Yelena, Claire, and Natalya walked together, a united front of lethal intent. Irene took point, her steps silent as she led us closer to the villa’s entrance.

Then—gunfire.

The first shots rang out, shattering the silence. Claire, Natalya, and the others reacted instantly, diving for cover as bullets whizzed past. I stayed close, my invisibility still active, my presence unseen but undeniable.

With a flick of my will, I used telekinesis to stop any bullet that came too close to them, deflecting the deadly projectiles before they could find their marks.

But as the chaos unfolded, a thought struck me—how could I win over Claire if I stayed hidden? How could I prove myself to her, to Yelena, if I remained nothing more than a ghost in the shadows?

The gunfire was relentless, bullets whizzing through the air like a storm of metal. Claire, Yelena, and Natalya moved as a unit, their guns flashing in the dim light, their expressions locked in deadly focus.

I could see the tension in Claire’s shoulders, the way her fingers gripped her weapon just a little too tightly—she was worried. Not just about the mission, but about us. About me.

I wasn’t about to let that fear become reality.

With a thought, I pulled up the SUDIX Store, my mind racing through the options. I needed more than just my own power—I needed reinforcements. Shadow guards. Silent, lethal, and invisible until the moment they struck. I purchased a dozen of them, their dark forms materializing in the periphery of my vision like ghosts given purpose.

I assigned them swiftly—two to Claire, two to Yelena, two to Natalya, and the rest to Polina, Irene, and the others. Even if they deserved protection, especially when they were fighting for us. Especially when they were beautiful.

A smirk tugged at my lips as I felt the shadow guards slip into place, their presence unseen but felt—a whisper of darkness clinging to each of them like a second skin.

“Stay hidden,” I commanded silently, my voice a mental whisper only they could hear. “Protect them. But don’t show yourselves unless it’s necessary.”

I stayed behind, watching as the team disappeared into the dark maw of the villa. The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and the distant echo of gunfire. I leaned back in the car, pulling out my phone and activating SERA.

“Show me the live feed inside the building,” I commanded, my voice low.

The screen flickered to life, displaying a split view of the interior. Natalya and Claire moved to the left with Irene, their path relatively clear, their steps unhurried. They didn’t encounter much resistance—just a few scattered guards who were quickly dispatched.

But Yelena and Polina?

They were in trouble.

I watched as they were forced to the right, their progress halted by a barrage of gunfire. The enemy was relentless, their bullets a storm of lead and fire. Grenades rolled across the floor, explosions rocking the corridor, sending debris flying.