Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Chapter 213 Insatiable
“Hey,” Hazel said softly, holding out the drink. “You look like you could use this.”

The woman hesitated before accepting the glass, her slender fingers brushing Hazel’s for a fleeting moment.

“Thanks,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the hum of conversation and music.

Hazel took a seat beside her, the two of them sitting in silence for a moment. Up close, the woman seemed even more striking—her features sharp and elegant, framed by long, jet-black hair.

But there was a heaviness to her, a weight that seemed to anchor her even as the rest of the plane was filled with lightness and laughter.

“You don’t seem like you’re enjoying the trip,” Hazel said cautiously, swirling the vodka in her glass.

The woman let out a bitter laugh, her lips curving into a faint, humorless smile. “Enjoying it? That’s one way to put it.”

Hazel frowned. “Why are you here, then?”

The woman turned to her, her dark eyes locking onto Hazel’s with an intensity that made her stomach twist. “Why are you here, Hazel Quinn? I think we’re all the same,” the woman said, her beautiful face etched with a heavy, weary expression.

“Insects trapped in the web of a greedy spider.”

The statement caught Hazel off guard, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to react to this one. She looked down at her drink, her thoughts swirling as she tried to make sense of everything.

“I guess you could say that, Gwen,” Hazel sighed. All the women in the plane had been formally introduced, but this was the first time Hazel had seen Gwen with Ross. She wasn’t in the usual photos with him or mentioned in the gossip sections linked to him online.

Gwen’s gaze softened as she watched Hazel struggle. “Let me guess,” she whispered, “did Ross also forcefully make you fall into his arms?”

Hazel stiffened. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Gwen’s smile widened, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “No need to say more. I know exactly how that feels like.”

Before Hazel could respond, one of the girls called out, “Hazel! Come dance with us!”

Hazel glanced back at the lively group, then turned to Gwen again, but she had already turned her attention back to her drink, her expression closed off.

Reluctantly, Hazel stood, the woman’s words lingering in her mind as she joined the others. “Still, our situation doesn’t come without its perks,” Gwen said, catching Hazel’s attention once more.

“What do you mean?” Hazel asked, genuinely curious.

“You’ll know about it soon enough. In a few hours at the latest,” Gwen smiled, and Hazel couldn’t help but gasp at how utterly attractive she was.

Two hours later, Hazel finally realized what Gwen meant.

“ohhhhh…”

“ahhhhh…”

“ugghhhhh…”

“you have the best cock of all men ross!”

“do me more! Don’t stop fucking me please!”

The private jet soared through the night sky, its luxurious interior alive with the sounds of indulgence. The centerpiece of the cabin—a massive, soft bed—served as Ross’s stage.

He moved with effortless confidence, tending to the desires of ten women as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Each woman surrendered eagerly, their bodies a testament to his irresistible charm and commanding presence.

For Ross, time ceased to exist. There was no rush, no end goal—only the unrelenting drive to revel in the pleasure of the moment, and he had mastered the art of making time bend to his will.

“Here,” Gwen said, stepping up to Hazel with a glass of crimson wine. Her tone was calm, but there was an edge of knowing amusement in her voice.

“You’ll need this. Trust me, it helps.”

Hazel took the glass with trembling fingers, her gaze never leaving the scene in front of her.

“Thanks,” she murmured. Her voice was barely audible over the symphony of moans that filled the cabin.

Hazel’s mind was a whirlwind. Just yesterday, she had been a virgin—innocent, untouched, and naive. Now, she found herself thrust into a world that defied every expectation she had ever known.

Watching Ross in his element was like witnessing a force of nature.

The way he moved, the way he dominated the room, and the way he seemed to bring out the deepest desires in every woman he touched—it was almost too much to comprehend.

“Still shocked?” Gwen asked, her tone lighter now.

Hazel nodded absently. “How… How is this even possible?” she whispered, more to herself than to Gwen. “One man… Ten of us girls… And he’s still…”

“Going strong?” Gwen finished for her, a small smirk playing at her lips.

“You get used to it. Ross is… let’s just say he’s not like any man you’ve ever met.” She took a sip of her own wine, her gaze fixed on the bed.

Hazel’s grip on the glass tightened.

“I don’t think I can get used to this.”

Gwen chuckled softly.

“That’s what I thought at first, too. But you’d be surprised how quickly things change. It’s only a matter of time before you stop resisting and just… let go.”

Hazel frowned, her thoughts drifting to her boyfriend. She clung to the idea of him like a lifeline, even though the memory of his face seemed to fade with every passing moment.

“And you?” Hazel asked suddenly, glancing at Gwen.

“Why haven’t you…?”

Gwen’s expression faltered for a moment, but she quickly masked it with a wry smile.

“I have my reasons,” she said vaguely.

“But even I’m not immune to him. None of us are. Not when he’s making it a point to tame us so thoroughly.”

The two women fell silent, the sounds of pleasure around them filling the space between their words.

An hour passed, and they spoke only in fragments, their conversation little more than an attempt to distract themselves from the inevitable.

Finally, Gwen set her empty glass down with a decisive clink.

“Enough stalling,” she said, standing up.

“Come on, Hazel. We’ve got nine hours until we land in Japan, and Ross isn’t going to stop anytime soon. We might as well get it over with.”

Hazel’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Gwen said, already unbuttoning her blouse.

“Trust me, it’s better if you don’t fight it. Ross is… insatiable. If you don’t go to him, he’ll come to you eventually. And when he does, it’s usually a whole lot more rougher than his usual style.”

Hazel hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest.

“But I… I’m not like them. I’m not…”

“Neither was I,” Gwen interrupted, her tone softer now.

“But here we are.” She let her blouse fall to the floor, her movements unhurried and deliberate.

“It’s just the way things are with Ross. You’ll see.”

Without another word, Gwen walked toward the bed, her clothes slipping off her body with every step. She moved with a grace and confidence that Hazel couldn’t help but envy.

Hazel sat frozen, torn between fear, curiosity, and an inexplicable pull that she couldn’t fully understand.

The weight of her decision pressed down on her, and for a moment, she thought she might resist.

But then, almost against her will, she stood. Her steps were hesitant, her movements awkward, but she followed Gwen toward the bed.

This wasn’t how she had imagined her first trip to Japan—not even close.

“ahhhhhhhh…” Minutes later, Hazel found herself caught in the whirlwind of Ross’s attention. Every touch, every whispered word, every sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

The boundaries she had clung to so desperately began to blur, and she felt herself surrendering to the moment.

Gwen and Hazel quickly became the center of Ross’s focus, their initial resistance only adding to his determination to claim them completely.

For the rest of the flight, the two women discovered just how intoxicating it could be to let go of control and embrace the irresistible force that was Ross.

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