Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Chapter 163 My Precious
“Move your hips,” Ross commanded from behind, his voice calm but firm. “Make me come, Gwen. Do it, or don’t—it doesn’t matter to me. Either way, you’ll finish this.”

For a long moment, Gwen froze, unsure of how to respond. Her heart pounded in her chest as his words sank in. There was no choice. He wasn’t giving her one.

Pak!

Tentatively, Gwen began to move, her hips rising and falling along his length. Her motions were hesitant at first, but as her body adjusted, the familiar pressure began to build inside her again. Her juices coated his cock, easing her movements, though the stretch remained intense.

“Hahhh…”

“Hahhh…”

“Hahhh…”

Her breathing grew ragged, each gasp punctuated by soft, involuntary moans. The friction, the heat, the overwhelming fullness—it was too much, and soon, Gwen was lost once more to the chaos of her own desire. She moved faster, grinding down on him as waves of pleasure overtook her.

And then, just as she teetered on the edge of release, Ross’s voice broke through her haze.

“Take my seed, Gwen,” he whispered darkly. “Let’s make a baby tonight.”

His words sent a jolt through her.

“No! Not inside! Take it out!” she cried, freezing mid-motion.

But it was too late.

Ross seized control, his hips snapping upward in a series of powerful thrusts.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

Gwen’s body reacted helplessly, her back arching as his cock drove deeper than ever before. Her ass seemed to hover in midair as he held her in place, forcing every last drop of his release into her.

“Ohhhhhh…” Gwen moaned, her voice trembling as she felt him swell even larger inside her. It was almost unbearable, the way he stretched her to her limit.

The sensation sent her spiraling over the edge, her own orgasm crashing down on her with devastating force.

“ROOOOOOOSSSSSS!” she screamed, her body trembling violently as she came, every nerve alight with pleasure. Her shout wasn’t one of fear or anger but pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

As her body sagged on the bed, completely spent, Gwen’s mind swirled with conflicting emotions.

The thought of bearing Ross’s child should have terrified her, but in this moment, all she could feel was the lingering echoes of the pleasure he had forced upon her.

Ross smirked, his hands possessively gliding down Gwen’s trembling sides.

“Mine,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “My precious detective. It’s almost poetic, isn’t it? A woman so renowned for her sharp mind, reduced to this—a quivering, conquered thing. I’ll have great fun keeping you, calling you whenever I want, and fucking you as I please. What a privilege, don’t you think?”

He pulled her closer, lifting her effortlessly as though she weighed nothing. Gwen’s weak arms flopped at her sides, her body too spent to resist him anymore.

Ross embraced her tightly, pressing her against his chest with a firm, possessive grip. Then, in a move that startled her, he kissed her—not with the roughness she expected but with a strange, mocking tenderness. It was a kiss that felt like a claim, a stamp of ownership rather than affection.

To anyone watching, it might have looked like an act of love. But Gwen knew better. Every fiber of her being screamed against it, yet her body no longer obeyed her commands.

When Ross finally released her, she collapsed back onto the bed, her body limp and unresponsive.

Her chest rose and fell with shallow, exhausted breaths, and within moments, her mind gave in to the overwhelming fatigue.

Sleep overtook her like a heavy, suffocating wave, and she slipped into unconsciousness.

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The midday sunlight streamed through the curtains, its warmth brushing against Gwen’s skin. She stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as a faint groan escaped her lips.

For a moment, she lay still, her mind hazy and disoriented. The softness of the bed beneath her felt alien, and the quiet of the room was almost unsettling.

Then, like a crashing wave, the memories of the night before surged into her consciousness.

Her eyes snapped wide open, her breath hitching in her throat. A cold dread washed over her as fragmented images of Ross and his cruel domination played like a tormenting slideshow in her mind.

She clenched the sheets beneath her, her fingers trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.

She didn’t even realize she was crying until the first sob escaped her lips. Silent tears turned into quiet, choking cries as the weight of everything she had endured settled heavily on her chest.

Gwen hated Ross with every fiber of her being, but more than that, she hated herself—her weakness, her inability to fight back, and the moments when her body had betrayed her.

Eventually, her tears subsided, leaving her drained and hollow. She forced herself to sit up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

She expected pain—soreness, bruising, anything to remind her of the ordeal her body had been put through. But what she felt instead was utterly baffling.

Her muscles felt… powerful. There was no ache, no stiffness, no lingering discomfort. Instead, her body thrummed with an unfamiliar vitality, as if every cell in her being had been supercharged.

“What the hell…?” Gwen whispered, her hands running over her arms, her legs, her abdomen.

She felt stronger than she ever had before, as though she could lift mountains and run for miles without breaking a sweat.

Her mind raced, searching for an explanation. She should have been weak, broken, and battered after what Ross had done to her. Yet here she was, feeling more alive than ever.

She didn’t have time to dwell on it. Her eyes were drawn to a table by the window, where a neatly folded letter rested atop a stack of photographs.

Gwen’s stomach churned as she approached, her gaze locking onto the images.

They were lewd—explicit beyond anything she had ever seen before.

Each photo captured her in compromising, humiliating positions from the night before, her expressions ranging from reluctant arousal to complete surrender.

Her hands shook as she reached for the letter, unfolding it carefully. She stared at the words scrawled across the page, her eyes widening with every sentence.

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