Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 683: Victor’s Lost Empire

Emily’s fingers tightened around my arm, her voice softening as she glanced at Freya. "But, Sister... we have to leave for Russia," she said, her tone laced with reluctance. "You should come with us."

I shook my head firmly, my hand resting protectively on Freya’s swollen belly. "No. It’s not safe for her to follow us," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. "She’s pregnant. We can’t take her with us."

Freya’s lips parted, her eyes flickering with disappointment, but before she could protest, I cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing her lower lip. "Don’t worry," I murmured, my voice low and reassuring. "I’m not leaving you. I’ll have my people take care of you. And Suzy and Nancy—you’ll live with them."

Emily’s brows furrowed, her curiosity getting the better of her. "I forgot to ask you..." she said, tilting her head, "what is it that you do?"

I chuckled, a smirk playing on my lips. "Why don’t you search my name online?" I said, my tone teasing. "Jack Reynolds. Go ahead, search it."

Freya and Emily exchanged a glance before Freya quickly snatched her phone from the bedside table. Her fingers flew over the screen as she typed my name and hit search. The results loaded instantly, and their eyes widened in unison.

"You... are a billionaire?!" Freya gasped, her voice a mix of shock and awe.

Emily’s jaw dropped, her fingers tightening around the phone. "We don’t need to be afraid of Victor," she said, her voice rising with a mix of relief and frustration. "You should have told me sooner, you bad guy!"

I shrugged, my smirk deepening. "You didn’t need to know before," I said, my voice calm but firm. "But you don’t have to worry about Victor. I’ll have my people deal with him. But we still have to go to Russia."

Emily’s eyes narrowed, her voice laced with doubt. "Why?"

I took a deep breath, knowing it was time to lay it all out. I explained everything—the threats, the power plays, the women in my life, and Isabella’s situation. How Victor and others had targeted her, and how this trip to Russia was about putting an end to it all.

Freya’s eyes widened as she processed it all. "You have so many women..." she murmured, her voice tinged with a mix of awe and jealousy.

I reached out, my hand resting on her belly, my voice softening. "But you are the special one," I said, my gaze locked onto hers.

Freya’s lips curled into a small smile, her hand covering mine. "You would be the father of this child," she said, her voice warm. "And you have to name her. She’s going to have so many aunts."

Emily’s voice cut in, hesitant. "Will your women bully us?"

I shook my head, my voice firm but reassuring, "No, they won’t bully you." My fingers traced slow circles on Freya’s shoulder, my gaze sweeping over Emily, Suzy, and Nancy, each of them watching me with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. "They’ll accept you like family... and their sisters."

Then I called Margaret, my voice low and commanding. "Come here. I need you to take your help again to take care of your sister." I didn’t need to say more—she understood.

The three of us—Emily, Freya, and I—stepped under the scalding spray of the shower, the steam curling around us like a living mist. The water cascaded over our skin, washing away the tension of the day.

As we dried off and dressed, Emily’s voice cut through the quiet, hesitant yet urgent. "Jack..." she murmured, her eyes searching mine, "What if something happens in Russia?"

I pulled her against me, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, my lips brushing her forehead. "Nothing will happen," I promised, my voice steady. "I’ve got people everywhere. Victor’s already finished."

As if on cue, my phone buzzed. Isabella’s name flashed on the screen. I answered, and her voice was cold, triumphant. "It’s done. Victor’s empire is gone. The Shadow Guards took care of his men. He’s alone now... and running." She paused, her tone shifting to something darker. "He’s fleeing to Russia. Thinks he’ll find refuge there— Idiot thinks he’s friends with the Mafia."

I smirked, my fingers tightening on Emily’s hips as I pulled her closer, "Then he’s dumber than I thought."

Emily’s breath hitched, her fingers curling into my chest as she looked up at me, her eyes wide. "So... what now?"

"Now?" I murmured, "Now, we end him."

An hour later, Freya had called Suzy and Nancy, who arrived with their bags in tow. She filled them in on everything, their expressions shifting from shock to acceptance—after all, they were already mine in every way that mattered.

Freya, Emily, Suzy, and Nancy stood together, their eyes locked on the door as the knock echoed through the room. I turned the handle, and the second the door swung open, Margaret lunged at me, her body crashing into mine with a desperate, needy whimper.

"Master! I missed you so fucking much!" she cried, her voice trembling with raw, unfiltered desire. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her body pressing flush against mine, her soft, full tits mashing against my chest. Her breath was hot against my skin, her scent—sweet, floral, and fucking intoxicating—filling my lungs as I inhaled deeply.

My hands immediately found her ass, my fingers digging into the soft, plump flesh through the thin fabric of her dress. "Did you know?" I growled, my voice a dark, velvety taunt as I squeezed hard, making her gasp.

"Did you miss this?" My fingers pinched her ass cheek, twisting just enough to make her jolt, a sharp cry escaping her lips.

"Ahn—! Master!" she whimpered, her face flushing a deep, embarrassed crimson as she glanced over her shoulder at the other girls. "E-everyone’s watching..." she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and filthy excitement.

I didn’t give a fuck.

"Let them," I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as my fingers slid beneath the hem of her dress, finding her bare ass. "They’re going to be your sisters..." My palm connected with her flesh—SMACK—the sharp sound echoing through the room. "So don’t be shy."

"AAAH—! H-Hmm—! Master!" Margaret cried, her body jerking forward, her fingers clawing at my shirt as her ass stung from the impact. Her thighs squeezed together, her pussy already dripping, the scent of her arousal filling the air.

"P-please... not in front of—ah!—not in front of them..." she whimpered, but her body betrayed her, her hips pushing back into my touch, begging for more.

I grinned, my fingers trailing lower, slipping between her thighs to find her soaked panties. "Oh?" I taunted, my voice rough with amusement as I pressed my fingers against her clit, making her jolt. "You don’t want them to see how wet you get when I spank you?" I slapped her ass again—SMACK—harder this time, the sound cracking through the room like a whip.