Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Chapter 307 Upbringing
Moments later, Ross eased her back onto the bed, their bodies tangling together as the night took on a different rhythm.

He moved with a mix of tenderness and ferocity, his hands roaming her body with practiced precision.

For the second night in a row, they lost themselves in each other, their passions igniting like a firestorm.

The bed creaked beneath them, their movements fervent and unrestrained.

“Ahhhhhh…” Althea’s cries of pleasure filled the room, her voice raw and melodic.

“Ohhhhhh…” she moaned again, her fingers digging into Ross’s back as he pushed her closer to the edge.

“Ughhhhhh…” she gasped, her body trembling beneath him as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her.

Their shared passion echoed through the house, the sounds of their love-making undeniable.

Ross held nothing back, and Althea responded in kind, their connection as fiery as ever.

By the time they finally lay spent and tangled together, the clock had barely struck 3 a.m.

The night was still theirs, and they had plenty of time to bask in each other’s embrace.

For now, Ross was content. Althea was his, and Trinity… well, she was just the beginning.

***

It was the last day of Ross and Althea’s stay at the house, and Althea’s parents had taken charge of cooking for the farewell meal.

Althea herself was outside by the grill, carefully tending to the roasted meat that would serve as the main dish.

Inside, the warm aroma of spices filled the kitchen as Ross and Hazel worked together, slicing ingredients for the soup.

Ross couldn’t resist breaking the silence.

“Now that you’re free and have gotten rid of that pesky boyfriend of yours, why don’t you join your sister and marry me too?” His tone was teasing, but his hands betrayed his intentions as they slid around Hazel’s waist and settled on her soft curves.

Hazel stiffened slightly but didn’t push him away.

She was dressed in a simple white skirt that provided Ross easy access, a fact she was acutely aware of as his hands began to roam more boldly.

“I can’t,” Hazel replied, her voice low and trembling slightly.

“It’s too soon. I don’t want to hurt Christian any more than I already have, and I definitely don’t want to shock my parents like that. Can you imagine? Both of their daughters falling for the same man. You’re impossible, Ross.” She shook her head, her long hair swaying with the movement, but her hands continued their steady rhythm, chopping spices as if trying to maintain a sense of normalcy.

Ross smirked, undeterred by her words. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, grazing the warm skin of her thighs.

“So you’re not against the idea of marrying me?” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement as his touch grew more daring.

Hazel’s breath hitched as Ross’s fingers brushed against her most sensitive spot.

She was already wet, her body betraying the storm of emotions she’d been suppressing since he arrived.

“Not after the stunt you pulled,” Hazel admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You already took everything from me… and I’d rather die than go to another man.”

Her words were punctuated by a soft moan as Ross slipped a finger inside her, teasing her with slow, deliberate movements.

The time she had spent apart from him had only made her realize how much she craved him.

Ross had a way of making her feel completely owned, and she hated how much she loved it.

“Good girl,” Ross murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

“When you’re ready—when you think you can face everyone—come to me in Parkland City. We’ll live happily ever after.”

His hand moved faster now, his finger curling expertly inside her, drawing out soft, involuntary cries of pleasure from Hazel.

Her body responded instinctively, her resolve crumbling with each passing second.

“Ahhhhh…” Hazel’s moan filled the kitchen as she climaxed, her body trembling from the intensity.

The knife she’d been holding slipped from her grasp and clattered onto the counter. Ross, ever attentive, caught her before her legs gave out entirely.

“Careful now,” he said, holding her steady as she leaned against him for support.

Hazel buried her face in his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a moment, the kitchen was filled only with the sound of her labored breathing and the faint sizzle of food cooking on the stove.

Hazel didn’t pull away from Ross’s embrace, and he didn’t let go. The unspoken connection between them hung heavy in the air, undeniable and electric.

Ross smirked, pressing a light kiss to her temple. “You’ll come to me eventually, Hazel. I’ll be waiting.”

Hazel didn’t reply, her mind too fogged by the pleasure still coursing through her veins.

But deep down, she knew Ross was right.

That night, Ross and Althea indulged in another round of passionate, uninhibited lovemaking.

Their loud cries of pleasure filled the house, much to the annoyance of Liam, who lay wide awake in his room, seething.

Liam had always struggled with an inappropriate longing for his sisters, a twisted desire he knew he could never act upon.

It gnawed at him, this forbidden craving, but he was too restrained by his upbringing to ever cross that line.

Raised to be a “good child,” he channeled his frustration into his gaming, pouring his energy into relentless practice for the upcoming esports championship.

What Liam didn’t know—what would have driven him to the brink of madness—was the fact that Ross had not only claimed Althea but Hazel as well.

The thought of Ross touching both his sisters, taking from them what Liam could only fantasize about, would have been enough to shatter his fragile composure.

Morning arrived, bright and calm, and with it came the time for farewells. Ross and Althea packed their belongings and prepared to leave.

In the living room, their parents bid them a warm goodbye, expressing their hopes for their next meeting soon.