Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 579: Yuko’s Violent Claim

The silence between us stretched like a taut wire, ready to snap. Yuko’s voice trembled, her words barely more than a broken whisper, thick with unshed tears.

"I’ll go." Her chin quivered as she forced the words out, her voice cracking under the weight of her own surrender. "If that’s what you want. I’ll pack my things... and you’ll never have to see me again."

Something inside me snapped.

A dark, primal possessiveness roared to life, burning through my veins like wildfire. The thought of her leaving—of her believing for even a second that I would let her walk away—ignited a fury so intense it stole my breath.

My hand moved before I could think.

SMACK.

The sharp crack of my palm against her ass echoed through the room. Yuko gasped, her body jolting forward, her fingers scrambling for purchase against my thighs. Her eyes flew wide, shock and something else—something raw and desperate—flickering across her face.

"What the—?" she breathed, her voice trembling.

"Enough," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous snarl. My grip on her hip tightened, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I pulled her flush against me.

"You think I’d let you walk away from me?" Another sharp slap, this one harder, making her whimper. "You think I’d let you believe for even a second that I’d abandon you after everything?"

She shook her head, her lower lip trembling. "But I’m—"

SMACK.

My hand came down again, the impact making her gasp. "You’re what?" I demanded, my fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her head back so she had no choice but to meet my gaze.

Her breath hitched, her pulse fluttering wildly beneath my thumb as I pressed it to the hollow of her neck. "A killer? A monster?" I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I know, Yuko. And I don’t care."

Her breath came in ragged, shuddering gasps. "How can you—?" she choked out, her voice breaking. "How can you still want me after everything I’ve done?"

I answered by slapping her ass again, the sound sharp in the silence. "Because you’re mine," I said, my voice a dark promise. "And nothing—not your past, not your blood, not your fears—will ever change that."

She let out a broken sob, her body trembling. "But what if I hurt you?" she whispered, her voice raw with fear. "What if I can’t stop myself? What if one day I—"

SMACK.

Another slap, this one harder, making her cry out. "You won’t," I said, my voice firm, unyielding. My hand slid between her thighs, my grip possessive, grounding. "Because you love me. And my Yuko would never hurt me."

She let out a shuddering breath, her tears spilling over, hot and wet against my skin. "But what if I’m too broken?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "What if I’m too far gone?"

I pulled her closer, my lips pressing against her temple. "Then I’ll love you anyway," I murmured. "Because that’s what you do when someone is yours. You love them. All of them. Even the broken parts."

She let out a soft, broken sound, her body finally relaxing into mine. "Jack..." she whispered, her voice trembling with something raw and vulnerable.

My arms tightened around her, my hand still resting possessively on her ass, fingers tracing slow, teasing circles over the reddened skin where I’d spanked her.

The heat of her body seeped into mine, her breath finally steadying as she melted against me. "I’ve got you," I murmured, my voice a dark, comforting purr. "Always."

And for the first time in years, she let herself believe it.

But Yuko wasn’t one to stay passive for long.

Her lips crashed into mine—not soft, not hesitant, but demanding. Her teeth sank into my lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth like she was staking her claim.

"Mine," she growled against my lips, her voice rough with need. "You’re mine in this dream, Jack. And I’m going to fucking take what’s mine."

Her hands were already moving, tearing at my shirt, her nails raking down my chest as she peeled it off. The fabric hit the floor, forgotten, as her fingers fumbled with my belt. The buckle clinked, the zipper hissed, and then—

THWACK.

My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, jerking violently as the cool air hit it. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, the vein along the underside throbbing with every heartbeat. Yuko’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as she took in the sight.

"Fuck," she breathed, her fingers wrapping around the base, her thumb brushing over the slick head. "Look at this thing..." She gave it a slow, experimental stroke, her grip tight, her lips curling into a smirk. Her thoughts rang in my head. [How the hell does Haruna take this? Not that it matters.] Her gaze flicked up to mine, dark and possessive. [Right now, you’re mine.]

I barely had time to react before she was stripping, her clothes torn away in a flurry of fabric until she stood before me in nothing but her bra and panties.

The lace was soaked, clinging to her skin, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. My hands slid up her thighs, my thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties, but she slapped my hands away.

Telepathy carried her thoughts to me like a whisper in the dark—raw and unfiltered.

[I love you, Jack... even though I cannot love you in real life...]Her mental voice was a dark caress, dripping with longing and something far more dangerous—ownership.[But here... you are completely mine.... mine..]

The last word pulsed in my skull like a heartbeat, sending a jolt of dark pleasure straight to my groin. My gaze snapped to her, and what I saw nearly made me lose control.

Yuko stood before me in nothing but her bra and panties, the black lace clinging to her skin like a second layer, her nipples hard enough to tear through the fabric. Her chest heaved with every ragged breath, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, teasing them down just enough to reveal the dark, damp patch where she was already soaked for me.

"Yuko..." My voice was rough, my cock throbbing hard "Are you too... excited? Why don’t we go to the bedroom?"

"No," she purred, her voice dripping with arrogance. "I’m in charge here, husband." She straddled me, her thighs squeezing around my hips as she ground down, her panties the only barrier between her dripping pussy and my cock.