Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 541: Strange Twist In Elyas’s Case

Julie’s back stiffened, her thighs clenching together, but she didn’t pull away. "J-Jack—" Her voice was a hiss, her eyes darting around the room, paranoid. "People are watching—"

"Let them." My fingers crept higher, brushing against the slick heat of her bare pussy. "They’re all too busy staring at Elyas to notice you." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear.

"But if you’re really worried..." My fingers circled her clit, just once, just hard enough to make her gasp. "You could always tell me to stop."

Her breath hitched, her fingers clawing at the wooden bench, her body torn between outrage and need. "Y-you bastard—"

"Shh." I nipped her earlobe, my fingers sliding inside her, just one knuckle deep, just enough to make her squirm. "Or do you want me to pull out?"

My thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as I watched her face—her lips parting, her eyes glazing over, her body betraying her with every shuddering breath.

"Nn—!" She bit her lip, her thighs trembling as she tried to stay still, but her hips rolled into my touch, desperate for more. The scent of her arousal filled the small space between us, thick and intoxicating, and I inhale deeply, my cock throbbing as I imagined bending her over this very bench and fucking her until she screamed.

"That’s it," I growled, my fingers pumping inside her in slow, deep strokes. "Take what you need, Julie." My lips brushed her neck, my teeth grazing her skin. "Let them all hear how good you are for me."

Her body tensed, a broken whimper escaping her lips as her pussy clenched around my fingers. "Jack, please—" Her voice was a plea, her nails digging into my thigh, her mind racing for a way to stop this, but her body arching into my touch, begging for more.

I smirked, my fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that made her legs shake. "Beg me, Julie." My voice was a dark command, my cock aching as I watched her unravel. "Beg me to let you come."

Her eyes squeezed shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling on the edge. "I—I hate you—"

"No, you don’t." My thumb pressed harder against her clit, my lips brushing her ear. "You love this. You love how I make you feel." My fingers pumped faster, my voice dropping to a growl. "Now come for me, Julie. Quietly."

Her back arched, her mouth falling open in a silent cry, her body shuddering as the orgasm ripped through her. I covered her mouth with my free hand, smothering her moans as her pussy pulsed around my fingers, her thighs trembling with the aftershocks.

The gavel struck, the judge’s voice booming through the room.

"Court is now in session."

Julie jolted, her body tensing as she tried to pull away, but my hand stayed where it was, my fingers still buried inside her.

"Stay. Still." My voice was a command, my breath hot against her neck. "Or do you want everyone to see how desperate you are for my cock?"

She whimpered, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around my fingers as the trial began.

And just like that, the game began.

But this time?

She was the one trapped.

Elyas’s burning gaze never left us—even from across the room, his pale, unblinking eyes tracked our every movement like a predator sensing weakness. The weight of his stare was a physical pressure, a cold finger tracing down my spine, and I leaned into it, letting the thrill of his attention fuel the dark fire already burning between Julie and me.

The courtroom fell deathly silent—so quiet that if Julie so much as whimpered, every head would turn. Every ear would strain. Every camera would zoom in on her flushed face, her parted lips, the tremble in her thighs.

I pulled my fingers free from her clenching pussy, but I didn’t stop touching her. My fingertips traced the swollen lips of her cunt, light as a whisper, just enough to make her shudder, her thighs trembling as she tried to press them together.

But I didn’t let her. My hand stayed, trapped between her legs, my fingers still teasing, still circling her clit in slow, maddening strokes.

Julie’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into the wooden bench so hard her knuckles turned white. She glanced around, paranoid, her chest rising and falling in short, sharp gasps. The prosecutor cleared his throat, and the trial began.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," the prosecutor started, his voice cold, precise, clinical. "We are here today to discuss the crimes of Elyas —a man whose violence knows no bounds, whose sadism knows no limits."

The first case was no secret: Elyas had raped a wealthy man who had hired him for architectural design. The prosecutor methodically recounted the details, then paused—his voice darkening into a menacing growl.

"But," he continued, "what the public doesn’t know is that Elyas committed something far worse."

A ripple of murmurs spread through the courtroom. Julie’s body tensed, her attention snapping to the front, but her thighs remained parted, her pussy still throbbing under my teasing touch.

The prosecutor paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. Then—

"On the night of his detention," he began, his tone cold as a scalpel, "Elyas requested to use the restroom." His gaze flicked toward Elyas, who sat there, unnervingly still, his lips curled in that same, damnable smirk.

"Standard procedure," the prosecutor continued. "The officer on duty—Officer Daniel Mercer—unlocked his cuffs, allowing him to relieve himself in private."

A beat of silence.

Then—

"But Elyas didn’t go to take a shit."

The words hang in the air, heavy with dread. Julie’s breath hitched, her body tensing beside me, her fingers digging into the wooden bench. I didn’t look away from Elyas—his eyes were still locked on us, dark and amused, like he was enjoying the way this story unfolded.

The prosecutor continued, his voice dropping lower, more deliberate. "Officer Mercer testified—before his tragic death—that Elyas waited. He stood there, fully uncuffed, in that police station bathroom, and he watched the officer. Studied him. Then, when Mercer turned his back—" The prosecutor paused, letting the weight of the moment sink in. "—Elyas struck."

A collective intake of breath rippled through the courtroom. Julie’s body went rigid, her thighs pressing together, but I didn’t miss the way her pulse jumped in her throat.