Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Where can I see you… in private?" she asked at last, voice low, trembling with a mixture of anger, fear, and something else she couldn't name.

For a beat, he didn't answer. Then his voice came, slow and deliberate, every syllable dripping with quiet triumph.

"Good girl. I knew you'd come around."

Lois closed her eyes, bile rising in her throat.

She hated the way those words made her shiver.

Hated that Ross sounded so certain, so in control. But there was no escaping it now.

She'd made her choice—the only one she believed could protect her mother.

She ended the call with numb fingers, the room spinning around her as the weight of what she'd agreed to sank in.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, her breath shallow.

She told herself this was for Mom—that she was doing the right thing.

But deep down, a cold voice whispered that Ross wasn't the kind of man you bargained with.

***

The meeting happened a week later. Ross had arranged for Lois to fly out to Parkland City, everything handled with the same effortless confidence that defined him.

When she arrived, he was already waiting—in the same private office where they'd first truly spoken.

"Who would've thought," Ross said smoothly, leaning back in his chair as he pushed it slightly away from the desk, legs spreading with casual dominance.

"You and me, meeting again in the exact same place, Lois."

"Don't gloat," she snapped, though her voice lacked its usual fire. "You've won, okay? You got what you wanted. Here I am."

Ross tilted his head, a slow smile curving his lips as his eyes tracked her every movement. He didn't say a word. He didn't need to.

Lois swallowed hard, her pulse thundering in her ears.

Every step toward him felt heavier than the last, like wading through a nightmare she couldn't wake from.

Last time, she'd walked out, defiant. This time… there would be no escape.

When she reached him, her knees buckled, and she sank to the floor in front of his chair, the plush carpet soft beneath her.

Her hands trembled slightly as she placed them on his thighs, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric.

Ross watched her with that same calm, almost predatory patience.

His silence pressed down on her, thicker than any words could have been.

Taking a shaky breath, Lois began, her fingers fumbling as they worked at the button and zipper.

When at last she freed him, her breath caught in her throat.

God…

She froze, wide-eyed. Fear prickled down her spine like ice water.

He was… impossibly big, larger than anything she'd imagined—larger than anything she thought a man could be.

Her mouth went dry, and panic clawed at her chest.

For a moment, she simply closed her eyes, her hands gliding hesitantly over the thick, pulsing length, her fingers barely able to wrap around him.

The weight of what she was doing—what she had agreed to—crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Behind her lids, tears burned hot, but she kept moving, her soft hands tracing the iron hardness, trying to steady herself, trying to silence the fear screaming inside her.

Above her, Ross let out a slow breath, his voice a low murmur. "Good girl, Lois… You're finally learning."

"…" Lois worked on Ross, her hands moving up and down, but he didn't say a word. Her fingers were already starting to ache, and still, Ross hadn't come.

"Why aren't you coming yet?" she asked, her voice small and innocent. She had never done this before—never even imagined being this close to a man like this. Her heart raced, and a flush of embarrassment spread across her cheeks.

"It feels good, but it's going to take more than just your hands to make me come," Ross said, his voice low and teasing. "You're going to have to get creative."

Lois's stomach tightened at his words. Her mind raced.

Creative… what did that even mean?

She had only ever seen things like this in videos, and the thought of doing it herself made her chest flutter nervously.

Still, she took a deep breath and tried to steady herself.

Slowly, she leaned forward, attempting something she had never dared to do before.

She tried to take him into her mouth, but immediately realized he was far too big.

Her mouth couldn't fit him entirely, and she panicked for a moment.

"Hmmm…" she murmured softly, frustrated but determined.

She didn't want to fail, not when Ross was watching her so intently.

Finally, she settled for what she could manage.

She ran her tongue along him, starting at the tip, tracing the sensitive ridge, and moving downward along the shaft to the base.

Her lips brushed over his skin, teasing him as best she could.

Ross let out a low groan, his hands tightening slightly.

Lois's own body reacted without warning—heat pooling between her thighs, her pulse racing as she realized just how intimate this act was.

Her mind screamed in embarrassment, but a strange thrill coursed through her.

She glanced up at him, meeting his dark, intense gaze.

The look in his eyes both scared and excited her.

Encouraged, she continued, exploring slowly, feeling the warmth and hardness beneath her touch and tongue.

Every movement made her heart beat faster, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

Even though she wasn't sure she was doing it "right," Lois couldn't deny the thrill of closeness, the rush of intimacy, and the way Ross's deep groans filled the quiet room.

For the first time, she realized that some experiences were far more powerful than she could have imagined—and she was right in the middle of one.

Lois continued her careful ministrations for more than ten minutes, her hands moving with steady precision, every motion deliberate and attentive.

She focused on every reaction Ross gave, adjusting her rhythm and pressure, trying to coax him further.

The tension in the room grew with every passing second, the air thick with anticipation.