Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 196

Chapter 196: Chapter 196 Exile
While the frenzy of the impromptu signing event consumed the campus, Ross saw an opportunity to slip away unnoticed.

Amid the chaos, he made his way to Room 207—a secluded space he had claimed as his private haven, a sanctuary where he indulged in his more personal pursuits.

The room was nicely lit, its heavy curtains drawn to block out any prying eyes. The faint scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the faint hum of the air conditioner.

Students had it easy these days.

Ross lounged on a plush armchair, exuding an air of casual dominance as he waited.

Only thirty minutes had passed when he heard it—soft, hesitant knocks against the door.

“Come in, it’s open,” Ross called out, his voice smooth and calm.

But the door didn’t move. Seconds ticked by in silence, the hesitation palpable.

Whoever was outside seemed to wrestle with their decision, weighing the risks against whatever had compelled them to come.

Finally, the stillness was broken.

Thud!

The door burst open in a flash, and the figure darted inside, slamming it shut behind her with a sense of urgency. She locked it swiftly, her movements sharp and precise, before turning to scan the room.

Her sharp gaze darted to the windows, ensuring they were closed and that no one had seen her enter. Only when she was satisfied did she exhale a sigh of relief.

Standing there, bathed in the bright glow of the room’s abundant lighting, was an extraordinarily beautiful woman.

Her striking features were framed by sleek, dark hair pulled back into a professional bun. She wore a tailored black blazer over a crisp white collared shirt, the epitome of polished sophistication.

The blazer hugged her figure, its classic cut emphasizing her commanding presence, while her shirt was neatly tucked into a pair of stylish black trousers.

A gold police badge gleamed on the left side of her belt, a testament to her authority.

This was none other than Detective Gwen Monroe—a woman whose very name was synonymous with precision and intellect.

She was known for her tenacity, her unwavering sense of justice, and her ability to navigate the murkiest waters of the city’s ugliest criminals.

Yet here she was, in a room with Ross, her composed demeanor shadowed by something far more personal.

“Why did you call me here? I’m in the middle of a crucial investigation,” Gwen said, her frustration palpable beneath the annoyance.

She was desperately trying to catch the serial rapist preying on young girls – already three victims, all under ten. She looked at Ross, a flicker of suspicion igniting in her eyes.

“Are you suggesting I had anything to do with those children? You underestimate me, Gwen. Do I lack the allure to attract women? I can make you beg for me to fuck you all day long,” Ross retorted, his voice dripping with a dangerous confidence.

“Yes, that was a ridiculous notion. I simply need solid leads at the moment and I don’t have any. Not even bad ones,” Gwen sighed, her gaze drifting to the ceiling, lost in thought.

The serial rapist case was consuming her.

“Detective Gwen Monroe,” Ross said, his voice cutting through her silent musings. Her apprehension sharpened. She knew why she was here.

Three weeks since their last encounter, and she could sense the urgent need in his eyes, the burning desire to fulfill his desires, and hers. Gwen trembled, bracing herself for what was to come.

Perhaps this unexpected encounter would finally yield the breakthrough she needed in the investigation.

Three months of a sexless life, a fractured marriage, and Gwen was clearly at her breaking point.

She expected the usual power play, but this encounter held a surprising twist. A glimmer of hope, a sliver of something more than just a transaction, flickered within her.

“I can give you the location of the rapist and the evidence you need to convict him,” Ross began, his voice a low rumble, “but… you need to make me happy today. You know what to do, Gwen.” He leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips as he surveyed her.

Gwen hesitated only a heartbeat. The weeks of suppressed desires, the frustrations of a case gone cold, the stifling weight of her failing marriage – all coalesced into a burning fire of motivation.

She shed her clothes with practiced ease, the fabric falling like a curtain around her as she walked towards him.

Her long, raven hair cascaded around her, accentuating the powerful grace of her movement.

Her hips swayed, her huge lewd breasts a tangible presence against the air. At six feet tall, she was a vision of undeniable power and beauty, a goddess exiled in the broken ugly world of mortals.

“Consider it done,” she said, her voice a low whisper that held the promise of something fierce.

The clothes landed on the teacher’s desk, and she took her time carefully folding them, her back to Ross. She bent over in an exaggerated manner, each movement deliberately designed to entice him further.

She moved with a practiced ease, her every step a calculated seduction. Her long hair flowed around her as she removed her bun, releasing a cascade of dark waves that framed her face.

Her eyes, usually sharp and professional, now held a mesmerizing gleam, reflecting the raw intensity of the moment.

“I wonder how you managed to keep your husband satisfied during these past three weeks,” Ross murmured, his gaze lingering on her, his big fat cock was already hard and ready for action.

The unspoken tension between them vibrated in the air, palpable and almost carnal to a point.

“I’m sure you’ll enlighten me,” Gwen replied, reaching him. She unbuckled his belt, pulling his jeans down, the fabric falling with a soft rustle as she piled his clothes neatly on a nearby chair.

She didn’t wait for a response, her movements swift and deliberate, the passion simmering beneath the surface.

She held his cock, stroking it with a confident pace, her touch knowing and deliberate.

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