Evil MC's NTR Harem

It was a promise, a challenge, a command all in one. Tianna's breath caught in her throat.

Then he spoke, voice low and deliberate. "Your turn."

Tianna's heart thudded hard in her chest.

She knew it was coming—but now that the moment had arrived, it still felt like she was stepping into something irreversible.

Something electric.

Heaven lay sprawled to the side, still panting, her body twitching with aftershocks.

"You're in for it now…" she whispered with a blissful, dazed smile.

"He's not going to go easy on you." Heaven knew that Tianna as of this moment was still a virgin.

Tianna told her.

Deep down, Tianna also wanted to get fucked by Ross.

"You can still say no, Tianna. I'm not going to force you," Ross said, his tone calm but low, heavy with meaning.

Yet as he spoke, he moved closer, the heat from his body radiating toward her like a furnace.

Heaven lay nearby, her body limp with pleasure, her breath soft and steady as a smile of utter satisfaction curled her lips.

She had gotten her fill—no, more than that.

She was completely spent, her thighs still trembling from the last of countless orgasms.

But Tianna was different.

She was still untouched. Still waiting.

Her breath hitched as Ross stepped into her space.

Her cheeks were flushed, her heart racing wildly beneath her chest.

A virgin she may be, but there was no fear in her gaze—only hunger. Nervous, yes.

Overwhelmed, absolutely. But also burning with anticipation.

She had never felt this way before. Not with Hugh. Not with anyone.

Her whole body felt like it was humming, drawn like a magnet to the man in front of her.

She couldn't explain what Ross had done to her, what spell he had cast—but it didn't matter anymore.

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached down, slowly spreading her legs apart on the bed, knees bent, thighs open in silent invitation.

Her breath quivered as she looked up at him and whispered, "No… I don't know what you did to me, D. But I want you. I want you to take me."

Ross's expression shifted—something deeper flickering behind his eyes, something primal.

He chuckled, stepping between her legs with calm confidence, but he didn't pounce.

Instead, he teased her, his voice full of wicked amusement.

"How about your boyfriend? What would he say?"

His hands found her chest before she could answer.

He cupped her full, heavy breasts, massaging them gently through the soft fabric of her top.

Tianna gasped, arching slightly into his touch as the warmth of his hands ignited sparks through her core.

One thumb found her nipple, already stiff beneath the thin cloth.

He rolled it slowly, carefully, and Tianna moaned before she could stop herself.

Her whole body responded to him like it had been waiting for this moment—waiting for him.

"If he's here," she said, voice rising a little, almost daring fate to intervene, "then he better do something. Now."

Ross didn't stop his slow fondling, both thumbs now teasing her hardened nipples through her shirt.

He watched her face, enjoying every shift in expression, every breathless moan she tried to stifle.

"Otherwise…" she continued, voice trembling but louder now, "…then it doesn't matter anymore."

The room fell silent.

She waited.

No footsteps. No voice. Not even a knock on the door.

Only silence.

The same silence that had greeted her again and again whenever she needed Hugh most.

Ross's hands slipped beneath her top, skin to skin now, and Tianna gasped as he brushed his thumbs across her bare nipples.

She didn't push him away—she leaned into his touch, lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Well," Ross murmured, leaning in close to her ear. "Looks like he made his choice."

Tianna closed her eyes, her body trembling, but not with fear—no, it was anticipation.

She had crossed the line the moment she spread her legs for him. There was no going back.

And she didn't want to.

Ross lowered himself over Tianna with careful, deliberate intent, his strong arms bracing his weight as he enveloped her smaller frame.

His warmth pressed into her like a protective shield, his body solid, grounding, and inescapable.

He reached for the blanket and pulled it up gently, draping it over them both.

He made sure Heaven was covered too, tucking the fabric carefully over her bare form.

She had fallen asleep, finally, her breathing soft and even, a small satisfied smile resting on her lips.

With Heaven tended to, Ross turned back to Tianna—and in the next heartbeat, his lips met hers.

The kiss was deep, slow, and consuming.

And this time, Tianna didn't flinch. She didn't shy away or hesitate. Instead, she melted into it.

Her fingers clutched the blanket, knuckles white for a moment, before her hands slid up Ross's back, pulling him closer.

Every inch of her was on fire, lit by a hunger she hadn't known she possessed.

She kissed him back with growing urgency, her lips parting to welcome his tongue, their mouths moving in a rhythm that felt instinctual—like they had done this a hundred times before.

In this moment, everything else dissolved.

Hugh—his name didn't even echo anymore. He was somewhere in the room, and yet he might as well have been a ghost.

In Tianna's heart, he had already faded.

She had waited for him to stand up, to fight, to do something.

But instead, he had chosen silence. Indifference. Cowardice.

His inaction screamed louder than any words ever could.

He let this happen.

And that, she realized, was the moment she stopped loving him.

With each kiss Ross gave her, Tianna's chains of loyalty and guilt snapped one by one.

She wasn't Hugh's girl anymore. She wasn't anyone's.

She was herself—a woman aching to be touched, to be seen, to be wanted.

Ross's hands moved over her body with reverence and hunger.

He slid them beneath her night wear, palms gliding across her bare skin, fingertips brushing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, and higher still.