Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Chapter 337 Muffled
Kevin froze. His breaths came in ragged gasps as he looked at his mangled legs, the memory of the excruciating pain still fresh in his mind.

His body trembled with a cocktail of rage and helplessness, but he knew he couldn’t afford to challenge Ross again—not like this.

Ross leaned back against the headboard, swirling his wine glass with a leisurely grace.

“That’s better,” he said.

“Now, be a good boy and enjoy the show.”

With a flick of his fingers, Kevin’s body lifted off the ground. He thrashed and cursed, but it was futile. Ross levitated him effortlessly, depositing him onto a chair that had materialized facing the bed.

Kevin’s heart sank as he realized what Ross intended.

“Let him go!” Ayla cried, stepping back from the bed in desperation.

Ross ignored her plea, his gaze fixed on Kevin.

“Don’t worry,” Ross said with a chilling smile.

“I’m giving you the best seat in the cabin. You should feel honored.”

Ayla’s chest heaved as she stood frozen, torn between protecting Kevin and the overwhelming dread Ross’s power inspired.

Kevin strained against the invisible force pinning him to the chair, his muscles bulging and his veins throbbing with effort.

“You’re a monster,” he spat, his voice raw with hatred.

“You’ll pay for this, Ross. You’ll pay for everything.”

Ross chuckled, sipping his wine as though he hadn’t a care in the world.

“Perhaps,” he said with a shrug.

“But for now, you’ll sit there, watch, and learn what happens to those who defy me.”

The tension in the room was suffocating as Ayla stood on the precipice of an impossible decision, her eyes darting between Ross and Kevin.

The weight of the moment pressed down on all of them, each second stretching into eternity.

“Take the hospital gown off. You don’t need it anymore,” Ross commanded, his voice firm yet unsettlingly calm.

Ayla froze, clutching the edges of her gown tightly against her body. Her mind raced, searching for a way out, but there was none.

She had been backed into this situation, her choices stripped away one by one until this moment. Slowly, she exhaled, her hands trembling as she untied the knot at her waist.

The soft fabric slipped through her fingers, falling in a silent cascade to the floor.

There she stood, vulnerable and exposed for the first time in front of a man—and not just any man, but someone who wasn’t her boyfriend.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and her arms instinctively moved to cover herself, but Ross’s gaze rooted her to the spot.

Behind her, Kevin sat paralyzed, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror and helpless fury.

From his angle, he could see the graceful curve of Ayla’s back, her body illuminated by the great, bright lighting of the cabin. But Ross had the vantage point Kevin would have killed for.

Ross’s piercing gaze drank in every inch of her. Her big perfect breasts rose and fell with her anxious breathing, their pink nipples taut against the cool air.

His eyes traveled lower, lingering on the soft, unblemished skin of her abdomen and the inviting fullness of her lips below. The sight stirred a dark satisfaction within him, his grin widening.

“Come closer,” Ross commanded, his tone soft yet unyielding.

Ayla hesitated, her knees wobbling as she climbed onto the bed. She crawled forward on all fours, her head bowed low in a futile attempt to hide her shame.

“Stop this! Ayla, don’t do it!” Kevin’s voice broke through the tension, sharp and desperate. “I’d rather die than see you get—”

Kevin’s outburst was abruptly silenced. As if by some unseen force, a roll of duct tape materialized, snaking around his mouth and binding it shut.

His muffled protests filled the room, but they were quickly drowned out as the tape continued its relentless assault.

It wrapped around his arms, his torso, pinning him to the chair like a trussed animal awaiting its fate.

“Kevin!” Ayla gasped, turning her head to look.

“Eyes on me,” Ross said sharply, grabbing her chin and pulling her gaze back to him.

Kevin thrashed violently, his chair scraping against the floor. His muffled cries were laced with frustration and despair, but Ross paid him no mind.

“You had your chance,” Ross said coldly, his eyes locking onto Kevin’s.

“But you gave up—too easily. That’s why you’re here on this cruise, isn’t it? To wallow in your regrets? To forget Ayla? Thinking she’s already a goner. Allow me to help you with that.”

He smirked, his hand moving to Ayla’s cheek, his fingers brushing her skin with a possessive confidence. “Let me show you how to forget—in the most beautiful way.”

Tears welled in Ayla’s eyes, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. She was trapped, her mind a chaotic swirl of emotions she couldn’t untangle. How was Ross doing this?

How could he manifest tape out of nowhere, bind someone with just a thought?

The questions clawed at the edges of her mind, but they vanished as quickly as they formed when Ross tilted her face toward his.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and intoxicating. Ross was quite happy since he really knew how to pick his women.

Ayla would not become out of place if he could line her up together with the rest of his harem.

Kevin’s muffled screams grew more frantic as he strained against the bindings, but it was no use. His body was immobilized, his voice reduced to meaningless noise.

Ayla felt Ross’s hand trail down her neck, his touch both commanding and strangely gentle. Her breathing hitched, her body betraying her with every involuntary reaction.

Somewhere deep inside, she wanted to resist, to fight back, but her strength was sapped, her will eroded by the overwhelming presence of the man in front of her.

Ross’s grin widened as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

“There’s no going back now. A beauty like yours needs to be tamed quite extensively,” he whispered.

Kevin could only watch, helpless and enraged, as Ross began to take everything he had failed to protect.