Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 374

Chapter 374: Chapter 374 Theft
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Stephany felt the warmth of Ross’s release spilling deep inside her, the sensation both overwhelming and oddly satisfying.

Her body shuddered at the intensity of it all, her senses still alight from the incredible pleasure she had just experienced.

Thoughts of consequence—pregnancy, Jack, or even guilt—were far from her mind as she melted into the moment, her lips moving in sync with Ross’s as they shared a slow, passionate kiss.

Time seemed to lose all meaning. The world outside no longer existed; there was only Ross, his strong presence grounding her, and the lingering sensations of their union.

Stephany clung to him, her fingers grazing his chest, her breath still uneven as she slowly came down from the high of their passion.

Her reverie was broken when she felt Ross shift. Slowly, he began to withdraw, and the moment he pulled free from her, a lewd, wet pop echoed in the room.

Stephany winced at the sudden emptiness, her body still sensitive and tender, as though it were trying to hold on to the memory of him.

Her curiosity got the better of her, and her gaze drifted downward. What she saw left her momentarily speechless.

Ross’s cock, still impossibly hard and glistening with their combined fluids, stood tall and proud.

It hadn’t lost even an ounce of its intimidating size or girth—fifteen monstrous inches of sheer power, still slick and pulsing faintly as if it were ready for more.

Stephany’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as her mind struggled to process what she was seeing.

Even after everything they had done, the sight of it was still enough to leave her awestruck.

“How…?” she murmured under her breath, her voice barely audible.

Ross smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction.

“Still shocked, huh?” he teased, his tone dripping with amusement.

He stretched out lazily on the bed beside her, completely at ease, as though his enormous cock wasn’t still towering between his legs like a monument to his virility.

Stephany swallowed hard, forcing herself to look away, though her gaze lingered for a moment longer than she intended.

“It’s… unbelievable,” she admitted, her voice soft and filled with awe.

Feeling a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite identify, she shifted closer to him, resting her head tentatively on his broad shoulder.

The movement felt natural, intimate, as though they were true lovers sharing a quiet moment after their passion.

Ross didn’t pull away—instead, he let his arm drape over her waist, his fingers tracing small circles on her skin.

For a moment, Stephany allowed herself to relax, savoring the warmth of his embrace.

She felt safe, comforted, as though the weight of the world couldn’t touch her as long as she was in his arms. But as the haze of pleasure began to fade, reality slowly crept back in.

Jack.

Her fiancé’s name surfaced in her mind, and with it came a complicated mix of emotions.

Earlier, when Ross had spoken about Jack’s supposed betrayal, she had been too overwhelmed by anger, sorrow, and shame to process his words.

But now, with those feelings dulled by the aftermath of what had just happened, curiosity began to take hold.

Ross’s accusations had been so confident, so certain.

What did he know? Was it possible that Jack—the man she had trusted, the man she was supposed to marry—had truly been unfaithful?

She glanced up at Ross, her expression thoughtful, almost hesitant.

“Ross… earlier, you said something about Jack,” she began softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“You said he wasn’t honest with me. Why? What did you mean by that?”

Ross’s smirk softened into something more subtle, though there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes—something unreadable.

He shifted slightly, pulling her closer against him, his hand moving to gently stroke her back.

“I don’t make baseless accusations, Stephany,” he said, his voice low and calm, though there was an edge of seriousness beneath his teasing tone.

“Let’s just say I know things. Things you should’ve known a long time ago.”

Stephany’s heart skipped a beat. His cryptic words only fueled her curiosity further. “What things?” she pressed, her voice firmer now. “If there’s something I need to know, Ross, tell me.”

“I already told you,” Ross said, his tone casual yet commanding.

“Jack’s been spreading his seed all over the place. But that doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve done the same to him. You’re pregnant now—an eye for an eye.”

Stephany froze, the weight of his words sinking in. She remained silent, processing the revelation. Slowly, the initial shock gave way to contemplation, and then, oddly, acceptance.

If every night with Ross was going to be as explosive and unforgettable as tonight, she realized she wouldn’t mind bearing his child—or even multiple children.

Her connection with Jack had always been lukewarm at best. They had been together for less than a year, and any emotional bond she thought they shared felt thin and brittle in retrospect.

Compared to the raw, primal connection she now felt with Ross, it was nothing.

“Okay,” Stephany finally said, her voice steady and resolute.

“But if I’m going to have your child, you need to marry me, Ross. I won’t bring a child into this world as a bastard. I’d rather die than let my child have that cruel start in life.”

She held her ground, her gaze firm as she stared at him. She knew Ross had other wives—many, if the rumors were true—but that didn’t matter to her.

If anything, it was proof of his power, his status. She didn’t care about sharing him, as long as her child had a proper place in his world.

Ross smirked, his confidence unshaken.

“Consider it done,” he replied without hesitation.

“One more wife isn’t a problem for me. In fact, it’s a blessing, not a curse. I already planned to marry Jessica and Mari soon. Adding you to the list is no trouble at all.”

Stephany felt a wave of relief and, unexpectedly, happiness wash over her.