Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 825: Sarah’s Revenge Begins with Diaz’s Mother

Gabriela didn’t look entirely convinced, but she nodded, her trust in us—in me—overriding her fear. I could see the way her mind raced, the way she was trying to convince herself that this was the right thing, that we were the ones she could rely on. And we were. Just not in the way she thought.

I stepped out of the car first, offering Gabriela my hand to help her out. Her fingers trembled slightly as they slid into mine, her body leaning into me as she stood.

The warmth of her pressed against me, the scent of her—floral, sweet, with that underlying musk of fear—filled my senses. I guided her toward the house, my hand resting on the small of her back, possessive and reassuring all at once.

Sarah led the way, unlocking the door and stepping inside to flick on the lights. The interior was simple but comfortable—a living room with a plush sofa, a small kitchenette, and a hallway that likely led to the bedrooms. The air smelled faintly of dust and disuse, but it was clean, quiet. Private.

Gabriela hesitated at the threshold, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for hidden threats. "It’s... nice," she murmured, though her voice lacked conviction.

Sarah turned to her, her smile small but reassuring. "It’s temporary, Auntie," she said, her voice soft. "Just until we make sure you’re out of danger."

Gabriela nodded, her shoulders sagging slightly as she stepped inside, her body relaxing just a fraction. She was still on edge, still nervous, but the exhaustion was catching up to her. She needed to rest. She needed to trust.

And we were going to make sure she did.

The click of the lock echoed through the house like a final seal, shutting us off from the world outside. Sarah’s eyes met mine, her smirk dark and knowing, her lips curled with the kind of amusement that only came from holding all the cards. We had Gabriela exactly where we wanted her—isolated, vulnerable, ours.

Sarah turned to Gabriela, her voice soft but laced with a false sincerity that only I could detect. "Auntie," she said, tilting her head slightly, "we have everything here... but we don’t have spare clothes. I’ll arrange them tomorrow."

Gabriela’s fingers twisted in the fabric of her dress, her exhaustion evident in the way her shoulders sagged. "Can I take a shower?" she asked, her voice hesitant, as if she were afraid to impose.

Sarah nodded, her expression warm and reassuring. "Of course, Auntie," she said, gesturing toward the hallway. "This way. I’ll give you a towel robe—it’ll do until your clothes dry or I get you new ones."

Gabriela followed Sarah toward the bathroom, her movements slow, her body language screaming of fatigue and relief.

I stayed in the living area, listening to the distant sound of water running as Sarah returned a few minutes later, her footsteps light, her smirk even more pronounced.

She sidled up to me, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "Don’t you wanna look at a naked woman taking a bath?" Her breath was hot, her voice a dark tease. "Let me show you..."

I chuckled, shaking my head as if I were the picture of righteousness. "Hmm... how can I be a pervert?" I mused, my tone mockingly indignant. "If I want to look, I can just walk in there directly."

I leaned back slightly, my expression shifting into one of mock outrage, my voice dripping with false righteousness. "And how can a police officer be so corrupt and naughty?" I clucked my tongue, shaking my head as if I were genuinely scandalized.

The words were laced with sarcasm, my tone teasing but sharp, and before Sarah could even react, my hand snapped out, landing hard on her ass with a sharp, echoing smack.

The sound cut through the quiet of the house, sharp and sudden, and Sarah let out a soft, surprised gasp. Her fingers flew to the spot, rubbing it as she turned to face me, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and dark amusement. "You—!" she started, but her voice was breathless, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

"Hmm..." she murmured, her voice breathy, "how can I be nice to people who killed my father?"

I pulled her into my arms, my hand gently rubbing the spot I’d just slapped, my touch shifting from punishment to comfort in an instant. "But I think Gabriela is innocent," I said, my voice low, my lips brushing her temple. "She doesn’t know anything..."

Sarah nodded against my chest, her voice muffled but sincere. "I know..." she admitted, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. "But can’t I take some interest?" She pouted, her eyes lifting to meet mine, her expression a perfect blend of innocence and corruption. "And you have to help me..."

I smirked, my hand sliding down to grip her hip, pulling her flush against me. "Don’t worry," I murmured, my voice a dark promise. "I’ll listen to my beautiful officer..." My lips brushed her ear again, my breath hot as I whispered, "But I also want something in return."

Sarah’s breath hitched, her body tensing slightly in my arms. "What is it?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

I didn’t hold back. My lips pressed against the shell of her ear as I growled, "I want to fuck you in the ass."

Sarah’s entire body shuddered, her breath coming in a sharp gasp. "Hmm..." she murmured, her voice a mix of shock and dark curiosity. "No... that’s dirty... How can I—"

I cut her off, my hand sliding down to cup her ass possessively, my fingers teasing the edge of her uniform trousers. "Because you want to," I whispered, my voice a dark caress. "Because you like being dirty for me."

Sarah’s breath hitched again, her body arching slightly into my touch. She didn’t deny it. She couldn’t. The way her eyes darkened, the way her lips parted—she was already imagining it.

I smirked, my fingers tightening on her hip. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice a dark promise. "Now... let’s go watch Gabriela."

Sarah’s lips curled into a wicked smile, her hand sliding into mine as she led me toward the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, the sound of water running filling the air, the steam curling out into the hallway like an invitation.

We stood just outside, our bodies pressed together, our breaths synchronized as we peered through the crack. Gabriela was inside, her back to us, the towel robe discarded on the floor as she stepped under the spray of the shower. The water cascaded over her, tracing the curves of her body—her full hips, the soft swell of her ass, the way her dark hair clung to her skin.

Sarah’s breath hitched beside me, her fingers tightening around mine. "She’s beautiful," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water.