Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 800

Chapter 800: Provoking Sarah
Carolina let out a low, amused laugh, shaking her head as she propped herself up on one elbow, the movement making the fabric of her nightie shift, revealing even more of her generous curves. “What are you talking about, Sarah?” she said, her voice dripping with amusement.

“I’m very happy with Jack.” She leaned in slightly, her expression turning serious. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Sarah’s face paled, her voice shaking. “He—he’s a murderer, Carolina. Do you know that?”

Carolina’s eyes flashed, her voice turning sharp, almost angry. “That’s enough, Officer Sarah,” she snapped, her fingers tightening around the phone. “I know Jack.” Her voice dropped into something final, something unshakable.

“Even if he was a murderer…” she paused, her gaze locking onto Sarah’s through the screen, “or even a terrorist…” Her lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. “It wouldn’t change anything.”

Sarah’s breath hitched, her fingers trembling around the phone.

Carolina leaned in closer, her lips parting slightly as her voice dropped into a darker, more intimate tone, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over the fabric of her nightie.

“And I suggest, Sarah…” she murmured, her eyes glinting with something knowing, something dangerous, “that if you really want to keep your brother safe…” Her lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk, her gaze raking over Sarah in a way that made the air between them crackle. “Why not become Jack’s woman?”

Sarah’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the phone, her face flushing a deep, embarrassed red.

Carolina’s voice turned softer, more persuasive, her tone dripping with sinful promise. “You’re beautiful, mi cielo,” she purred, her gaze lingering on Sarah’s lips before flicking back to her eyes.

“And I must say…” Her smirk deepened, her voice dropping into a dark, velvety whisper. “Jack likes you.”

Sarah’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, her mind racing, her grip on the phone faltering.

Carolina leaned in even closer, her voice a dark, velvety taunt. “And aren’t you afraid he’ll target your brother?” she murmured, her fingers tracing the neckline of her nightie, her gaze intense. “Why not secure your place at his side instead?” Her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.

“Become his woman, Sarah. Let him protect you like family.” Her voice dropped into something softer, more intimate.

“You should’ve seen Marina and her grandmother…” Her eyes gleamed with something warm, almost fond.

“The way he takes care of them. The way he cherishes them.” Her smirk turned wicked. “Tell me, mi amor…” Her voice was a dark whisper. “Aren’t you tempted?”

Sarah’s face burned, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps as she stared at the screen, her mind racing, her grip on the phone faltering.

Carolina’s smirk deepened, her voice a dark, velvety taunt. “Think about it, mi cielo…” she murmured, her gaze lingering on Sarah’s flushed face.

“Power. Protection. Pleasure.” Her lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. “All yours… if you just let go of that pride of yours.”

The line went dead, leaving Sarah standing there, the phone still clutched in her trembling fingers, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. The air between us was electric, thick with something unspoken—something dangerous.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against hers as I took the phone from her hand, my voice a dark, velvety purr. “Still think I’m the monster, Sarah?” I murmured, my gaze locking onto hers, my smirk deepening as I watched the conflict play out in her eyes. “Or are you starting to understand?”

My fingers traced slow circles on the back of her hand, my voice dropping into something intimate, something irresistible. “Carolina’s right, you know…” I murmured, my gaze raking over her, slow and deliberate.

Sarah’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, her body trembling as my fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on the back of her hand. My voice was a dark whisper, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

“I do reward the women who choose me,” I murmured, my voice dripping with sinful promise.

“And you, Sarah…” My fingers tightened slightly around hers, my voice dropping into something final, something irresistible. “You’d be very rewarded indeed.”

Her face flushed a deep, furious red, her voice trembling with rage as she yanked her hand away from mine. “Don’t even think about it,” she spat, her voice raw with defiance.

“That’s never gonna happen.” Her eyes burned into mine, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. “I’ll die before I let that happen.”

Sarah took a step back, her fingers finally slipping the gun into its holster with a sharp click. She gave me one last, deep look—her dark eyes burning with a mix of fury and something else, something raw—before exhaling sharply.

“I know you want to distract me,” she said, her voice low, “but I’m telling you, Jack…” Her jaw clenched, her voice trembling with conviction.

“If anything happens to my brother, I will kill you myself.” Her fingers twitched at her side, her gaze never leaving mine.

“And I know—no matter how careful you are—there’s always some evidence. Once I find it…” Her voice dropped into a dark, deadly promise. “I will arrest you. And I will put you behind bars for good.”

Sarah stood there for a moment, her chest rising and falling with sharp, uneven breaths, her dark eyes burning into mine with a mix of fury and something else—something raw, something unsettled.

She didn’t say another word. Just turned on her heel, her boots crunching against the gravel as she stalked toward her car.

I followed her, my hands tucked into my pockets, my stride slow, deliberate. The night was quiet, the distant hum of the city a muted backdrop to the tension still crackling between us.

She reached her car, her fingers gripping the door handle, but she didn’t open it yet. Not immediately. Instead, she paused, her back stiff, her shoulders tense, as if she were steeling herself for something.

I stopped just behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her, close enough to catch the faint scent of her perfume—something sharp and citrusy, like gunpowder and adrenaline. “Goodbye, Officer Sarah,” I murmured, my voice low, almost gentle. “Take care.”

She didn’t turn around. Didn’t look at me. Just yanked the car door open with a sharp, angry motion and slid inside. The engine roared to life with a growl, and she peeled away, tires spitting gravel as she vanished into the night, her taillights fading into the darkness.