Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 862: Lorena’s Seduction

Jayden sat on the edge of the bed, her shoulders shaking silently as tears streamed down her face. I watched her, my expression softening—not out of compassion, but because I enjoyed the contradiction of her fear and her growing devotion.

With Telepathy, I listened to her thoughts, her mind a storm of conflict:

[I thought Jack would kill me... after all, I shot him... trying to kill him...]Her mind raced, her emotions raw and tangled. [But he’s so gentle with me now... didn’t make anything difficult for my daughter and husband...]

A pause. A hesitation.

[But he really killed all those people... in Arturo’s house... and even those police officers...] Her thoughts darkened, her guilt gnawing at her. [But why don’t I hate him?]

Another pause. A dangerous realization.

[Maybe... because I think he’s not really a bad person...]Her mind whirled, her logic twisting. [Or maybe if someone else had the same power as him... they might have already controlled the whole world as their puppet...] A shudder. [But Jack didn’t do that...]

And then—the thought that shocked even her:

[And I think... it might not be a bad idea... to be Jack’s woman...] She recoiled internally, her mind screaming in protest. [No—what am I thinking?!]

I smiled, my fingers gently caressing her hair, my touch deceptively tender. ”Shhh,” I murmured, my voice soft and soothing. ”It’s alright.”

She flinched at my touch, but didn’t pull away.

A sudden knock echoed through the suite.

Jayden startled, quickly wiping her tears and adjusting her dress before moving to answer it. When she opened the door, Lorena and her mother stood there, their faces a mix of relief and gratitude.

They stepped inside, their eyes landing on me as I sat on the bed, my posture relaxed and commanding.

Lorena rushed forward, her voice breathless with relief, her eyes shining with unshed tears. ”Thank you...” She clutched her mother’s hand, her grip tight and desperate, as if holding onto the last shred of normalcy in her crumbling world.

”I just received my dad’s call...” Her voice cracked, raw with emotion. ”He’s already free...” She swallowed hard, her breath hitching. ”All the charges against him have been dropped...”

Her mother nodded, her voice trembling with gratitude. ”Thank you...” She bowed her head slightly, her tone sincere, almost reverent. ”I will definitely make Arturo apologize to you...”

I nodded, my expression calm and composed, my voice smooth and dismissive. ”It’s okay...” I gestured to Lorena, my tone possessive and final. ”Lorena is my girlfriend now... so it doesn’t matter.”

Lorena’s eyes widened slightly, her breath catching at the declaration. She looked at me, her expression a mix of relief and something deeper—something like devotion.

”Can I talk to you...” she said, her voice hesitant but determined. ”For a moment... alone?”

I nodded, and with a subtle gesture, Jayden and Lorena’s mother exited the room, leaving us alone.

Lorena stepped closer, her voice soft and trembling. ”Jack...” She hesitated, her fingers twisting together nervously. ”That... I am sorry...” Her voice broke, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

”About my dad... I apologize to you on his behalf...” She bowed her head, her tone sincere and heavy with shame. ”I am really sorry...”

I pulled her into my arms, my touch gentle but possessive, my voice low and soothing. ”You don’t need to apologize to me...” I stroked her hair, my tone mockingly tender.

”And I wasn’t really angry with you...” My voice darkened slightly, my grip tightening just enough to remind her of my control.

”I’m just angry with your dad... for being so arrogant and overbearing...” I exhaled, as if weary of the fight. ”And not even listening to me... So I just punished him slightly...”

Lorena looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and something darker—fascination. She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a hesitant, trembling kiss. When she pulled back, her breath was ragged, her voice a whisper. ”Can... I become your woman?”

I pinched her nose playfully, my voice mockingly amused. ”Don’t you hate me?”

Lorena shook her head, her voice firm and sincere. ”I don’t...” She hesitated, her fingers clutching at my shirt. ”I know Dad can be a little arrogant...” Her voice softened, her eyes filled with conflict. ”But he’s my family after all...”

I listened to her thoughts, my telepathy piercing through her mind like a blade:

[Jack... is so powerful...] Her mind whirled, her emotions a storm of awe and fear. [He can control anyone... make them his puppet... just like those soldiers in the police station...] A shudder ran through her, her thoughts darkening with realization.

[This is real power... the kind Jack must be talking about...]Her mind twisted, her logic bending under the weight of my influence. [My dad’s power must be a joke in his eyes...] A pause.

A dangerous thought. [When someone can wield such power... who wouldn’t want their man to be this strong?] Her breath hitched, her mind racing. [And if I can be his woman... and win his heart... then...]

Before I could respond, Lorena’s lips crashed into mine, hungry and desperate, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth like she was starving for me.

Her hands clawed at my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she pressed her body against mine, her breath coming in ragged, needy gasps. ”Jack...” she moaned against my lips, her voice thick with lust, ”I need you...”

My hands seized Lorena’s waist like a claim, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her hips, my grip bruising as I yanked her against me.

She gasped sharply as my cock—throbbing, iron-hard, and leaking with need—ground against her stomach, the outline of my length pressing into her through my pants.

There was no mistaking the hunger in my touch, the way my breath hitched as I growled into her ear, ”Feel that, baby? That’s all for you.”

Her cheeks burned crimson, her lips parting in a breathless whimper. ”J-Jack... w-we can’t—” she stammered, but her body betrayed her words. Her hips rolled against mine, grinding in slow, desperate circles, her panties already soaked, the fabric clinging to her swollen, dripping pussy. A shameful little moan escaped her as she felt how hard I was for her. ”P-People will hear—”

”Let them,” I snarled, my fingers tightening on her waist as I activated Hand of Arousal, my touch trailing up her throat, feeling the wild flutter of her pulse. Then, without warning, I gripped the collar of her prim, expensive lawyer’s suit and tore it apart.