Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 349

Chapter 349: Chapter 349 Couch
Stacy’s heart raced, but she kept her composure. “You know, I’ve been wanting to talk to you alone all night,” she admitted, her tone carrying just the right mix of shyness and confidence.

Ross didn’t respond immediately. He simply watched her, his piercing gaze unsettling yet magnetic. Stacy felt as though he could see right through her, peeling back the layers of her intentions.

Taking a steadying breath, she decided to press forward. She slid closer to him on the sofa, her hand casually resting on his arm.

“I’ve always admired you, Ross. You’re… different from everyone else.”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a faint smirk.

“Different, huh? In what way?”

Her hand lingered, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his sleeve.

“You’re confident. Strong. You know what you want, and you take it. I respect that.”

Ross chuckled, his tone laced with amusement.

“Flattering words, Stacy. But I have to wonder—what is it you really want from me?”

Stacy hesitated for the briefest of moments before giving him her most dazzling smile.

“Maybe I just want to get to know you better.”

Ross leaned back, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp.

“Well, here I am. What do you want to know?”

Ross’s gaze lingered on Stacy, his eyes scanning her figure with a mix of curiosity and detachment. She was dressed to impress, and she had certainly succeeded.

Her red, off-the-shoulder mini dress clung to her like a second skin, the textured fabric shimmering faintly under the dim lighting.

The sweetheart neckline framed her ample chest, drawing attention to her curves in a way that was impossible to ignore.

The long, fitted sleeves added a touch of elegance, while the vibrant red hue exuded confidence, passion, and an undeniable allure.

It was a classic design with a modern twist, perfectly suited to the occasion—and perfectly suited to Stacy’s goal of captivating attention.

If Ross didn’t know better, he might have considered her an enticing conquest for the night. Her beauty was undeniable, and her boldness was intriguing. But Dennis was his friend.

No matter how tempting the situation might seem, Ross had his limits. Betrayal wasn’t in his repertoire, and he wouldn’t cross that line for any reason.

Stacy, however, had other plans.

“I don’t know… maybe something a little more intimate than what you expected tonight,” she said, her voice low and sultry.

Before Ross could respond, she made her move. In one fluid motion, Stacy slipped out of her dress, revealing a matching set of red lingerie beneath.

The bra and panties were intricately designed, delicate yet daring, and they complemented her figure perfectly. She was, without a doubt, stunning—a seductive fox who knew exactly how to play her role.

Stacy sauntered toward Ross, her movements deliberate and slow, each step an invitation.

Her petite, 5-foot-3 frame was perfectly proportioned, and her cheerleader background was evident in the grace and poise with which she carried herself.

Ross could almost picture her as a flyer, lifted high above the crowd, her presence commanding attention.

For a moment, Ross simply watched her, his expression unreadable. Stacy was beautiful, no doubt about it. But beauty alone wasn’t enough to sway him—not when Dennis’s trust was at stake.

As Stacy moved closer, Ross leaned back slightly, his demeanor calm but resolute.

“Stacy, I think you’ve misunderstood something about me,” he said, his voice steady.

“Oh? And what might that be? Do tell,” Stacy purred, her voice dripping with seduction. Her determination was evident—she wasn’t about to back down.

Thud!

Before Ross could react, Stacy leaped onto his lap, straddling him boldly. Her panty-clad hips pressed directly against the growing bulge in his jeans.

The heat between them was undeniable, and despite the layers of clothing, Stacy could feel his size and hardness.

Their faces were mere inches apart, their lips close enough to touch. Yet Stacy waited, her eyes locked onto his, daring him to make the next move.

Ross let out a short breath and smirked.

“I don’t mess with my friends’ girls, no matter what,” he said, his tone firm but laced with amusement.

Stacy tilted her head, a playful smile gracing her lips.

“If you say so,” she replied, her voice a challenge.

“But let me put that to the test.”

Without hesitation, she cupped his face and pulled him into a deep kiss. Her lips were soft and eager, and she poured all her passion into the act, trying to break through his walls.

This wasn’t Stacy’s first kiss, but it was, by far, the most electrifying. Everything about Ross—the way he exuded power, his confidence, even his scent—drove her wild.

His breath was fresh, intoxicating, and she could feel her body responding, her heart racing, her core aching.

She fought to keep her arousal in check, even as her body betrayed her, heat pooling between her legs.

Stacy was still a virgin, a fact she had carefully guarded through the years. Many had tried to claim her in college—charming boys with good looks and deep pockets—but she had always resisted.

Her virginity was her ace, a card she intended to play strategically.

She wanted her first time to be meaningful, to be with a man who could elevate her life, offering her the wealth and convenience she desired.

And right now, Stacy was willing to gamble it all on Ross Oakley.

“Mmm…” The kiss lingered, deep and heated, stretching on for what felt like forever. Stacy, emboldened by his lack of resistance, let her hands drift down, fingers deftly working at the buckle of Ross’s belt.

She was ready to escalate, eager to seize the moment.

But just as her fingers began to undo his belt, Ross’s hand caught hers, stopping her in her tracks.

“It was good,” Ross said, his tone calm yet cold, “but not good enough, Stacy.”

Confused, Stacy looked up, her lips slightly parted. Ross’s smirk was gone, replaced by a stern expression that sent a chill through her.

“You decided to play with my friend and me,” Ross continued, his voice steady and commanding.

“So let me call it fate that we’re meeting like this. From now on, you will do only what’s good for Dennis. If you even think about betraying him this way again, you’ll experience something so ugly and painful that you’ll wish for death instead. It was nice knowing you, Stacy.”

“What do you m—” Stacy began, but her words were cut short.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

A piercing scream tore from Stacy’s throat as her body convulsed violently. It felt like she’d been struck by a lightning bolt, the pain sharp, sudden, and all-consuming.

The shock overwhelmed her, and before she could process what was happening, her consciousness faded.

Ross sighed, looking at Stacy’s unconscious form sprawled on the couch.

“The things I do for friendship,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

Gently, he picked up her limp body and began dressing her again, careful to ensure her dignity remained intact. When he was done, he adjusted her clothes and stepped back, satisfied.

Despite her intentions, Ross was sure that his friend could now have a successful love story with Stacy. He made sure of that at least.

Ross reached for a nearby bottle of wine, uncorked it with ease, and drank deeply, draining it in one go. Setting the empty bottle down, he looked around the room.

All around him, three souls—Dennis, Daryl, and now Stacy—lay in a dreamless sleep, oblivious to the night’s events.

Ross leaned back in his chair, his smirk returning as he whispered to himself, “She had great lips though.”