Evil MC's NTR Harem

He makes everything feel easy, Tianna thought.

And in that moment, part of her wished things could just stay like this—comfortable, light, and full of life.

But the night, as always, had other plans.

When it was time to retire, Heaven didn't tiptoe or sneak this time.

She entered the boys' room with confidence, met immediately with hoots, whistles, and cheeky grins from the others.

"Look who's back for another round," one of the boys joked.

"Better plug your ears, boys," another said. "She nearly made the windows rattle last night."

Heaven laughed and threw her arms up dramatically. "What can I say? I'm just naturally gifted."

She stretched with exaggerated flair, making no effort to hide how at ease she was in the room now.

Then, with a wicked grin, she added, "Just don't jack off too much to my voice later on, okay? Or this place'll reek like a flood of cum."

That did it. The room erupted into laughter.

Even Ross chuckled, shaking his head as he lounged on the bed.

Tianna couldn't help but smile, though her blush returned at Heaven's brazenness.

Heaven was fearless. Comfortable in her skin.

The kind of woman Tianna sometimes wished she could be.

Still, she didn't feel like an outsider anymore.

Ross had cooked for her. Talked to her. Smiled at her.

And more than that—he had touched her in ways that still lingered on her skin like fire.

Heaven slipped quietly into the boys' room with them, settling onto her bed, pretending to scroll through her phone.

But really, she was listening. Watching. Waiting.

As the lights dimmed and the house quieted, the soft creaks of the beds, muffled laughter, and whispers slowly faded.

The glow of the moon spilled in through the half-open blinds, casting silver streaks across the floor.

And then it began again.

Ross and Heaven were under the covers, their silhouettes shifting together in the darkness.

Their kisses were audible now—soft, wet, deep.

The air changed, thickening with heat, with longing. Sheets rustled.

A low moan slipped out. Then another.

Tianna's breath hitched.

She was lying there, staring at the ceiling, but every sound made her hyperaware of her own body—of how sensitive her skin still felt, how her thighs squeezed together without her realizing it.

But tonight, she didn't hide under the blanket or bury her head in the pillow.

She turned slightly, eyes open, quietly observing from the shadows of her bed.

Ross had one hand on Heaven's waist, guiding her against him.

Heaven was responsive—kissing back hungrily, her voice barely a whisper as she clung to him.

There was something raw and real in the way they moved. It wasn't just lust—it was rhythm, heat, and familiarity.

But Ross's gaze, sharp even in the dark, wandered.

And when his eyes met Tianna's across the room, she didn't look away.

Their connection was brief but intense.

Charged with everything that hadn't been said earlier in the washroom.

The kiss. The touch. The moment he stopped, and she didn't understand why.

But now, under the blankets, with Heaven lost in his arms and the rest of the house oblivious, Tianna didn't feel like a girl on the sidelines anymore.

She felt seen.

Wanted.

And something inside her responded.

She shifted in her bed, letting her blanket fall lower along her chest, exposing her shoulder to the cool air.

Her eyes stayed locked with Ross's for a few long seconds—long enough to send a clear message.

She wasn't passive anymore.

Something inside her had changed.

The heat from earlier still burned under her skin, and now, it wasn't confusion or hesitation that filled her.

It was curiosity. Confidence. Desire.

And though Ross's mouth was busy kissing Heaven, it was Tianna who now lingered in his mind.

And in the darkness, where breath and heartbeat became the only truths, something unspoken passed between them.

A silent promise.

Next time… it's your turn.

"Ahhhhh…"

"Ohhhhh…"

"Ughhhh…" Heaven was being pounded relentlessly by Ross, her voice rising in wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure.

Her moans echoed through the room—loud, raw, and utterly shameless.

Her body quivered beneath him, soaked in sweat and slick with arousal.

She had long since lost track of time, consumed by the relentless rhythm of Ross's hips as he took her over and over again.

She'd been coming nonstop for over an hour.

Her legs trembled, her back arched, and her eyes were glazed over in pure ecstasy.

She couldn't even remember how many times she'd climaxed—but Tianna had been counting.

"Fifteen…" Tianna murmured from the side, breathless in awe. "She's come fifteen times… and she's still going."

Tianna watched as Heaven was mounted again, like a bitch in heat.

Ross showed no sign of slowing, his muscular body moving with power and control as he drove into Heaven with deep, punishing thrusts.

Each time he slammed into her, Heaven's cries grew louder, her body reacting as if on instinct, begging for more even when she had nothing left to give.

"Coming! I'm coming again!" Heaven cried out, her voice cracking as her entire body tensed and then shook violently.

"I love you, D!" she wailed, and then she squirted hard, a flood of clear liquid splashing around Ross's thick, veined cock.

Her thighs quivered. Her toes curled.

Her fingers clawed at the sheets as she collapsed against the mattress, body limp and trembling.

She was utterly spent—but the satisfied smile on her face showed no regret. Only bliss.

Tianna sat frozen, cheeks flushed and heart pounding.

She hadn't touched herself even once, yet she felt unbearably hot and soaked between her thighs.

Watching had been its own kind of torture—and its own kind of thrill.

She thought Ross would keep going, finish inside Heaven, or maybe flip her over for more—but then his pace slowed.

He looked up. His piercing eyes locked on Tianna.

And he smiled.

It wasn't just any smile—it was the kind that sent a shiver straight down her spine.