Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 410

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“You shouldn’t be celebrating so soon, Ross. Who knows? I might surprise you yet,” Anne said, her voice carrying a brave edge.

Her heart pounded as she spoke, but she refused to back down.

And in the next moment, she proved she wasn’t bluffing.

Without waiting for him to respond, Anne leaned in and kissed him, her lips pressing against his with a boldness that surprised even her.

But she didn’t stop there. Her soft tongue parted his lips, exploring the depths of his mouth with deliberate fervor.

Ross responded instinctively, meeting her intensity with his own as their tongues clashed and danced together.

The room filled with the sounds of their heated exchange—wet, intimate, and unrestrained.

Anne poured everything she had into the kiss, holding nothing back.

She wasn’t someone who usually did this sort of thing—not with her boyfriend, not with anyone.

But the stakes were far too high for hesitation.

If this was what it took to get through to Ross, then she would give him everything she had.

Minutes passed, or maybe it was just seconds that felt like eternity.

When Anne finally pulled away, her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath.

Her lips tingled from the intensity, and her cheeks burned with a mix of exertion and embarrassment.

She dared a glance at Ross, and her heart skipped a beat.

His gaze was locked on her, dark and smoldering, filled with unmistakable hunger.

She didn’t even have to look down to know he was still hard—his arousal pressed insistently against her, undeniable and unyielding.

“You’ve got fire in you, Anne. I like that,” Ross said, his grin both teasing and predatory.

“But it’s not enough. I still haven’t come yet.”

His words were a playful jab, but they hit Anne like a challenge.

She stiffened slightly, trying to maintain her composure.

“And neither have I,” she managed to reply, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her mind.

But deep down, she felt a flicker of alarm.

She’d already given so much—more than she ever imagined she would—and yet, it wasn’t enough.

A small voice whispered in the back of her mind, one she tried to ignore.

Not everything.

Anne shook off the thought, unwilling to go there. That would be her absolute last resort.

But as Ross leaned in again, capturing her lips in another brief yet commanding kiss, she couldn’t help but wonder how far she’d have to go to prove herself.

For now, she decided, she would give him more. She would hold nothing back. Because losing here wasn’t an option.

“Don’t phase out on me now, Anne. The game isn’t over yet,” Ross teased, his grin sharp and confident, the predator in him unmistakable.

Before she could even think of a retort, he lunged forward, burying his face between her ample, soft breasts.

“Ahhh—!” Anne gasped, caught completely off guard by the sudden intimacy.

Her hands instinctively rose to his shoulders, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

The warmth of his breath against her skin sent shivers rippling through her body.

But Ross didn’t stop.

His lips found one of her pink, taut nipples, and he latched onto it with a fervor that made her toes curl.

Sucking and swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak, he drew a moan from her lips, her initial resistance crumbling.

His hand, firm and purposeful, found her other breast, kneading it with practiced ease.

His thumb teased her other nipple, rolling it between his fingers before giving it a sharp pinch.

“Ohhhh… not so hard, please,” Anne whimpered, her voice trembling with both pleasure and protest.

But even as she spoke, her hands moved of their own accord, tangling in his hair and pressing him closer to her chest.

She couldn’t deny how much her body craved his touch.

Ross chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending another wave of sensation through her.

“It seems like the ending is inevitable, Anne. You’re losing badly,” he murmured, his deep voice laced with amusement.

Anne didn’t respond, her moans becoming more frequent as he continued his assault.

The heat between her thighs was unbearable now, her panties drenched with arousal.

She could feel the slick evidence of her desire pooling, dripping down and mingling with Ross’s hardness as it pressed insistently against her.

Her mind raced, torn between surrendering completely or finding a way to turn the tables.

She was on the defensive, barely holding on while Ross dominated her with ease.

If this continued, she would lose—completely and utterly.

I can’t let this happen. I need to do something. I need to take back control, she thought desperately, her nails digging into his scalp.

Then, an idea struck her. It was bold, almost reckless, but she knew she had to act.

Summoning her courage, Anne shifted her hips slightly, testing the waters.

Ross didn’t seem to notice at first, too focused on teasing her breasts.

With trembling hands, Anne reached down, sliding her fingers between her thighs.

Her breath hitched as she pushed her soaked panties to the side, exposing her dripping entrance.

Her face burned with embarrassment, but she forced herself to continue.

Slowly, she raised her hips, aligning herself with Ross’s throbbing cock.

The thick head pressed against her slick folds, sending a jolt through her body.

She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest.

I can do this, she told herself, taking a deep breath. Then, she began to lower herself, inch by inch.

The moment he began to enter her, she gasped, the sensation overwhelming.

“Ahhh…!” she cried out, the stretch almost unbearable.

He was too big, too thick, and her body struggled to accommodate him.

It felt like she was losing her virginity all over again, the sharp pain mingling with a strange, forbidden pleasure.

Ross groaned deeply, his hands instinctively moving to her hips to steady her.

His grip was firm but gentle, as though he understood the effort it took for her to take him.

“Anne… you’re so tight.” he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure.