Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 407

Chapter 407: Chapter 407 Unit
“This is not real.” Anne thought inside. A shiver ran through her, and she clenched her thighs together instinctively.

She could feel a faint, traitorous heat building within her, an ache that pulsed deep in her pussy.

The sight of Ross, fully aroused and utterly magnificent, sent a jolt of sensation straight to her tight little pussy, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Anne forced herself to refocus, swallowing hard as she pushed those thoughts aside. This wasn’t about her, she reminded herself. She was here for a purpose, and she wouldn’t let her own body betray her.

“Impressive,” she murmured under her breath, her voice barely audible but filled with fake awe.

Despite her best efforts, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she resumed her work, her hands moving with renewed determination.

Ross, meanwhile, remained silent, his dark eyes locked on her. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires.

Anne could feel the heat of his gaze, and it only spurred her on, her hands working tirelessly to push him closer to the edge.

But as much as she tried to maintain control, a part of her couldn’t help but wonder—what would it feel like to lose herself completely to him?

Anne shook her head, her gaze fixed firmly on the goal ahead, as if sheer determination could steady the swirling emotions within her.

“Oh… you’re going to like this, Ross,” she purred, her voice a velvet tease laced with unspoken promises.

Her soft hands moved with purpose, starting slow and deliberate, each stroke designed to build anticipation. Ross’s breathing hitched ever so slightly, encouraging her to pick up the pace.

Soon, her movements became fluid and rapid, a rhythm that was both methodical and relentless.

Pak

Pak

Pak

The sound of her hands working him filled the room, her slender fingers sliding over his hardened length with expertise.

Anne’s focus never wavered, her eyes darting between her task and his face, searching for signs of his control slipping. But time dragged on, and her efforts seemed in vain.

Minutes passed, and Anne’s arms began to tire. Sweat dampened her brow, her muscles starting to ache from the unrelenting effort.

Yet Ross remained unbothered, his smirk only growing wider, his dark, amused gaze locked on her.

“You’re unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath, her frustration barely masked.

“Well… you’ve had your fun, Anne,” Ross said finally, his voice low and rich with promise. “Now it’s my turn.”

Before she could respond, his large hand reached down, cupping her right breast through the thin fabric of her dress and bra.

His palm pressed against her soft curves, kneading her flesh with a confident, possessive grip that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her body.

“Ahhh…” Anne gasped, her lips parting as a sharp wave of arousal surged through her.

She hated how her body reacted, how her nipples hardened beneath his touch and how her breath quickened, betraying her rising need.

She tried to will it away, to steady herself. But something about him—about this—made resistance feel impossible. It had been two weeks. Two long, torturous weeks since she’d left New York.

Two weeks since the last time her boyfriend had touched her, since she’d felt the deep, satisfying stretch of a cock filling her to the brim.

The thought alone made her thighs clench involuntarily, and she cursed herself silently.

“This can’t be happening… I can’t… I must resist,” Anne thought desperately, biting down on her lower lip so hard she tasted blood. But it was no use. Her body betrayed her at every turn.

Warmth pooled between her legs, soaking through the thin fabric of her panties. She could feel it—her arousal seeping through every inch of her, undeniable and damning.

And Ross? He seemed to know. He could probably feel it radiating off her, the way her breaths came in shallow pants and her skin flushed under his gaze.

He hadn’t even done much, just a touch, a squeeze over her dress, and yet she was unraveling.

Anne’s mind raced, panic setting in. Coming here had been a mistake—a colossal mistake. She wasn’t prepared for this, for him. He was in complete control, and she?

She was losing herself, slipping further into temptation with every passing second.

Her thoughts tumbled chaotically, conflicting emotions tearing at her resolve. She thought of her boyfriend, of the promises she’d made, the loyalty she’d sworn to uphold.

And yet, here she was, her body responding eagerly to another man’s touch.

“Ohhhhhh….” Ross’s smirk deepened as his thumb brushed over her hardened nipple, even through the fabric. The motion sent another jolt through her, and a soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Anne’s eyes widened in horror.

“No,” she whispered, more to herself than to him, her voice trembling with the weight of her own shame and desire.

But Ross leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear as he murmured, “Oh, Anne… I think that you’re losing this game so bad already.”

“It’s not over until it’s over,” Anne countered, her tone resolute, her determination burning brighter than ever. She refused to be outdone.

Her hands paused their rhythmic motions on Ross’s thick, pulsating length. Instead, she leaned closer, her lips brushing teasingly against the tip, her breath warm and deliberate.

Slowly, deliberately, she pressed a soft kiss to the sensitive head, her actions both provocative and calculated.

Ross’s eyes darkened as he watched her, his smirk faltering for the briefest moment. Anne noticed, a flicker of satisfaction curling through her. She wasn’t going to let him hold the upper hand forever.

She closed her eyes for a second, savoring the moment, then opened them again, locking her gaze with his.

Her lips parted, and she took the head into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she sucked gently, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside.

Anne looked ethereal—her flushed cheeks, her glistening lips, and her unwavering gaze combined into a vision so tempting that Ross couldn’t help but let out a low growl of approval.