Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Chapter 306 Forsaken
“Hmmmm…” Ross stirred slightly, pretending to wake as Trinity shook him harder this time, her hands trembling despite herself.

“Ross… wake up,” she said, her voice firm but tinged with nervousness.

He groaned softly, his eyelids fluttering open, his expression groggy and confused.

Trinity forced herself to maintain her composure, even as her heart pounded in her chest.

“Go back to your room,” she said quickly, her face heating with a deep blush.

“You… sleepwalked and ended up here. You need to leave before anyone notices.”

Ross blinked, sitting up slowly as he rubbed his eyes.

Trinity bit her lip, struggling to keep her gaze from wandering to his bare chest, and lower, to the persistent and unmistakable erection that refused to subside.

Her cheeks flamed hotter. It had taken her the better part of thirty minutes just to wake him, partly because her resolve had wavered more than once.

The temptation to climb back onto his impossibly hard cock, to lose herself in him just one more time, had been nearly unbearable.

Even now, she felt her thighs press together at the thought, her body betraying her despite her efforts to resist.

Ross finally looked at her, his confusion evident.

“I see… I’m sorry, Trinity. I must have been too drunk last night and mistook your room for mine.”

He paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he glanced around.

“Did I d—?”

Ross stopped mid-sentence, his nostrils flaring slightly as he caught the faint scent of the heavy perfume Trinity had sprayed throughout the room.

It clung to the air, an attempt to mask the unmistakable smell of sweat, sex, and their shared sin.

“I didn’t do something stupid, did I?” Ross finished, his eyes meeting hers for a moment before dropping, hesitating for just a heartbeat.

“No, you just slept, and y—” Trinity began to reply but stopped abruptly, realizing his gaze had fallen lower.

Her breath hitched as she remembered too late that she was still wearing her thin nightgown, her full breasts clearly visible through the sheer fabric.

Worse still, her nipples—still flushed and sensitive—stood stiffly against the material, betraying her arousal.

Cursing herself inwardly for her carelessness, she quickly grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her chest, covering herself as best as she could.

“You didn’t do anything stupid,” she repeated, her voice a touch too hurried.

“So, please, just… go to your room now. Althea might already be waiting for you.”

Ross hesitated for a moment, his eyes lingering longer than they should before he scratched the back of his head, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

“Okay. I’m sorry again, Trinity. Have a good night.”

Without another word, he stood and left, but not before stealing one last glance at her.

Trinity’s stomach churned as the door clicked shut behind him.

She remained frozen in place for what felt like an eternity, her mind racing, her body still tingling from the echoes of what had transpired.

Finally, she stood and moved toward the full-length mirror on the far wall.

Her reflection stared back at her—a vision of disheveled beauty, her flushed skin glistening faintly in the dim light.

Her hair was wild, her lips swollen, and her eyes still held a flicker of desire she couldn’t extinguish.

With a trembling hand, she pulled the straps of her nightgown down and let the fabric pool at her feet.

She stood there, bare and vulnerable, taking in the sight of her body.

She looked younger than her years, her curves full and firm, her skin smooth and glowing.

“Does Ross like me?” she whispered to herself, her heart racing at the thought.

Her cheeks flushed deeper as the memory of him inside her—stretching her, filling her completely—flooded her mind unbidden.

She felt the familiar heat pooling low in her belly, her traitorous body responding to the mere thought of him.

Shaking her head hard, she pushed the thoughts away, chastising herself.

“Stop it,” she muttered, her voice trembling. “This can never happen again.”

She slipped back into her nightgown, tying it tightly around her waist as if the fabric could somehow shield her from her own thoughts.

“I’ll never speak of this night,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Not to anyone… not even to myself.”

But as she crawled back into the bed, her body still sensitive and aching, she couldn’t stop herself from remembering the way Ross’s cock had felt—thick, hot, and impossibly deep inside her.

No matter how hard she tried, the memory refused to fade, a forbidden mark seared into her very soul.

Meanwhile, Ross strolled back to his room with a sly smile playing on his lips.

No one—not Althea, not anyone else—had any inkling of what had transpired between him and Trinity.

It was his little secret, and for now, he intended to keep it that way.

Secrets, after all, were best savored when carefully guarded.

His mind wandered back to the moment he left Trinity’s room, her flushed face and awkward stammer as she hurried him out.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he thought about how easily she’d succumbed to temptation. He wasn’t done with her—not by a long shot.

Ross planned to cultivate their newfound relationship further, taking his time to draw her deeper into his web.

The future promised a lot of fun, and he was nothing if not patient.

Reaching Althea’s room, Ross slipped inside quietly.

The moonlight streaming through the curtains bathed the room in a soft, silvery glow, and he saw her lying in bed, her figure outlined beneath the blankets.

“I’ve been waiting,” Althea murmured as she stirred, her voice tinged with sleep. She turned toward him, her eyes half-lidded with affection and desire.

Ross leaned down, wrapping his arms around her in a firm embrace.

“I’m here,” he replied, his voice low and soothing.

Althea pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

Her hands slid up his back, her touch warm and familiar, while Ross deepened the kiss, letting the heat between them build.