Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 378

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Stephany’s hips rocked in time with his thrusts, her body moving instinctively to maximize every ounce of pleasure.

Ross chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on her hips. “You like that, don’t you?” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “You love being fucked like this. Like a bitch in heat.”

Stephany’s response was a drawn-out moan, her words lost in the haze of ecstasy. Her body burned with desire, every nerve ending alight as she surrendered completely to the moment.

The obscene sounds of their coupling—wet, rhythmic, and utterly lewd—filled the room, mingling with Stephany’s cries and Ross’s deep groans.

Her pussy juices coated his cock, dripping down and pooling beneath them, a testament to just how much she craved him.

Ross leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as he drove into her harder, deeper.

“You’re perfect, Stephany,” he murmured into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

“So tight, so wet… you were made for me.”

Stephany’s breath hitched at his words, her body trembling under the weight of his dominance. She felt utterly claimed, her mind and body overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure he gave her.

“Yes, Ross… I’m yours. Only yours,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over her moans.

Ross’s movements grew more frantic, his thrusts hitting deeper, harder.

Stephany’s cries turned into screams of pleasure as she teetered on the edge once more, her body clenching around him as another orgasm built within her.

“Don’t stop!” she cried out, her voice breaking as she pushed back against him with renewed vigor.

“Please, Ross, don’t stop!”

Ross’s grin widened as he felt her walls tighten around him. He knew she was close, and he wasn’t far behind. “Come for me, Stephany,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “Let me feel you.”

With one final, deep thrust, Stephany’s body tensed, her back arching as she screamed his name. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her entire body trembling as she came harder than ever before.

Ross followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her as he released, filling her with his seed once more. The sensation sent another jolt through Stephany, her body shaking as the pleasure consumed her.

As they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the intensity of their coupling, Stephany couldn’t help but smile weakly.

She was completely spent, her body drained but utterly satisfied.

Ross, however, wasn’t done yet.

PAK

PAK

PAK

Ross spent the rest of the day indulging in Stephany, leaving no part of her untouched, no corner of her desire unexplored.

The room became a testament to their relentless passion, heavy with the musky scent of sweat and sex.

“Ahhhhhhhh…”

“Ohhhhhhhh…”

“Ughhhhhhh…”

Stephany’s moans echoed like music, each sound a declaration of her pleasure, while her eager participation brought creativity and fervor to their shared experience.

When they finally stopped, Stephany lay utterly spent, her body limp and glistening with sweat.

She drifted into a deep, unshakable sleep, her face serene, utterly unaware of the chaos and tension still lingering in the room.

Ross sat up, his body still brimming with energy, and looked over at Jack, who remained bound in the corner of the room. Jack’s face was pale, his jaw clenched tightly as he watched helplessly.

The tape covering his mouth stifled any protests or pleas he might have made, but his eyes were alive with rage, humiliation, and despair.

Ross smirked, his gaze filled with triumph and contempt.

“How was the view from down there, Jack?” he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.

Jack could only glare, his muffled sounds barely audible through the tape. His fists clenched against the restraints, trembling with frustration, but it was clear that no amount of struggling would set him free.

Ross chuckled darkly, standing up and stretching.

“You know, Jack, you’re a pathetic excuse for a man. Running away from your responsibilities, failing to protect what’s yours… Did you really think you could keep someone like Stephany satisfied?” He shook his head, his tone turning colder.

“You’re not even worth the breath it takes to insult you.”

Jack’s eyes widened slightly at Ross’s next words, his body tensing as dread crept in.

“I’ll raise my child with Stephany,” Ross continued, his voice as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

“Unlike you, I know how to be a man. But you… you need a lesson, Jack since you don’t even know how to take responsibility nor want to practice discipline whatsoever. And I’m just the guy to teach it. Don’t worry; this will be a lesson you’ll never forget.”

Ross stepped off the bed, completely unabashed in his nudity, and sauntered over to where Jack was restrained. His towering figure loomed over the helpless man, his eyes glinting with sadistic intent.

“You’ll thank me one day,” Ross said, his grin widening as he raised his foot.

“Though I doubt you’ll be in any shape to show gratitude when I’m done.”

Without another word, Ross brought his foot down hard, aiming for Jack’s groin.

Puchi!

The sickening sound of flesh and bone being crushed filled the room, followed by Jack’s muffled, agonized screams.

His eyes rolled back as waves of searing pain coursed through his body, so intense it felt like his very soul was being ripped apart.

Ross twisted his foot slightly, ensuring the damage was thorough. Jack’s body convulsed in response, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed uncontrollably.

The pain was beyond anything he could have imagined, a torment so profound it seemed to echo in every fiber of his being.

“What’s the matter, Jack?” Ross sneered, stepping back to admire his handiwork.

“Cry for me. Cry like the coward you are. I want you to remember this moment, to feel this pain every day for the rest of your miserable life.”

Oddly, there was no blood—somehow, the wound sealed itself almost immediately, leaving no evidence of the carnage apart from Jack’s grotesquely swollen groin and his pitiful sobs.

Ross turned away, his expression cold and detached.

“Killing you would be too kind,” he said, his voice almost contemplative.

“Death is a release, Jack. And you don’t deserve release. You deserve to live. To suffer.”

Satisfied, Ross returned to the bed where Stephany lay, her delicate features glowing in the soft light.

She was blissfully unaware of the horrors that had just unfolded, her dreams likely filled with the pleasure Ross had given her.

Ross climbed in beside her, pulling the sheets over their entwined bodies. As he drifted off to sleep, a contented smile played on his lips.

Jack’s suffering was just beginning, but for Ross, it was the perfect ending to a victorious day.

From today onwards, Jack was no longer a man in any sense that mattered—his cock and balls, the instruments of his cruelty, were gone, ensuring he could never again inflict pain or humiliation on another woman.