Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 435

Chapter 435: Chapter 435 Public
Faith woke up slowly, her body sore yet warm with lingering satisfaction.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room.

As she stretched, a dull ache settled in her jaw, a clear reminder of the night before.

She never imagined she would spend so much time with Ross like that.

At first, she had hesitated, unsure and embarrassed, but he had been patient, guiding her with quiet encouragement.

She had tried her best, even though she could only take part of him into her mouth.

In the end, he had rewarded her—first with his release spilling onto her face, then with the taste of him on her tongue.

What startled her the most was how she hadn’t found it disgusting. Quite the opposite.

Instead of feeling ashamed, she had been consumed by an unfamiliar heat, a hunger that had only grown stronger as the night went on.

By the time Ross had pulled her into his arms again, she had become someone else—someone uninhibited, wild, desperate to please him.

Now, lying in bed, she let out a soft, satisfied moan, stretching her limbs beneath the sheets.

Even after an entire night tangled in his embrace, she felt incredibly good—better than she ever thought possible.

Her gaze shifted to the man beside her.

Ross lay on his back, his bare chest rising and falling with steady breaths, his face relaxed in sleep. In the dim morning light, he looked almost peaceful—so different from the commanding, dominant presence he had been just hours ago.

Faith hesitated, then reached out, her fingers grazing his arm lightly.

His skin was warm beneath her touch, his muscles firm. She traced slow, idle patterns along his forearm, savoring the simple closeness.

A part of her wished she could stay like this forever—to wake up beside him every morning, to be the one he held in his arms every night. But deep down, she knew better.

Ross was not hers alone. He had wives, women who rightfully claimed his time and attention.

She was just one piece of his life, one fleeting indulgence in the grander scheme of things.

Even so, Faith would cherish it for as long as it lasted.

***

A week had passed, and Faith found herself adjusting to a new routine—one she hadn’t expected.

Instead of spending the nights with her, Ross now visited during the day, and whenever he did, they lost themselves in each other like lovers consumed by an insatiable hunger.

Faith had no complaints. She had everything she needed now.

The charity was fully funded, and she no longer had to go from one wealthy benefactor to another, pleading for donations.

Ross had given her more money than she could have ever imagined—just this week alone, he had deposited another ten billion dollars into her account without hesitation.

For the first time in her life, she felt completely at ease. No stress. No worries. Just comfort, security, and the ability to focus on what truly mattered—her work and her time with Ross.

And she enjoyed every minute of it.

One afternoon, as they lay in bed wrapped in each other’s warmth, Ross casually brought up something that made Faith’s heart skip a beat.

“So, what do you think of December?” he asked, tracing lazy circles on her bare shoulder.

“I’ll marry you then. It’s my birth month, so we’ll make it a double celebration.”

Faith blinked, taken aback for a moment, before a slow smile spread across her lips. “Yes. I’d love that,” she said softly. “December sounds perfect.”

She had no doubt that Ross would follow through on his words.

He was a man who did as he pleased, and considering he already had more than a dozen wives, adding one more to the list wouldn’t change much in the grand scheme of things.

Still, an uneasy thought lingered in the back of her mind.

“Will your wives even like me?” she asked hesitantly. “What are they like?”

Ross chuckled, his fingers tilting her chin up so she met his gaze. “Of course, they’ll love you. I promise.” His smirk held a knowing edge.

“As for what they’re like… I’ll let you judge for yourself. No need to spoil the surprise.”

Faith wasn’t sure whether to feel reassured or nervous.

But as Ross pulled her closer, sealing his promise with a kiss, she decided she’d deal with that when the time came.

For now, all she wanted was to enjoy the present.

Ross and Faith spent some time talking, discussing everything from the upcoming wedding to their shared plans for the future.

Their conversation flowed easily, as it always did, full of laughter and moments of quiet understanding.

They were both comfortable in each other’s presence, a connection that had only deepened over time.

Eventually, the conversation drifted to silence, but there was no need for words.

Their gaze locked, and the air between them shifted.

Ross reached out, pulling her closer, and in that instant, the gentle affection between them ignited into something more.

The familiar rhythm of their closeness returned as they lost themselves in each other once more.

Their bodies moved together with a hunger that had become almost instinctual, each touch fueling the next.

What started as a slow, lingering kiss soon turned into a feverish passion, as though the world outside no longer mattered.

Hours passed in the heat of their intimacy, neither one of them keeping track of time as they explored every part of each other, their connection growing more intense with every moment.

Faith was completely immersed in the sensation, her body humming with pleasure, and Ross responded to her every move with the same intensity, lost in her as much as she was in him.

When they finally paused, breathless and spent, they lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies still pressed together, sharing the quiet aftermath of their love.

The world outside seemed distant and irrelevant—there was only this, only them, and for now, that was enough.

***

While Ross was busy planning his wedding with Faith for the upcoming December, a whole group of people was plotting against him in the shadows.