Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 448

Chapter 448: Chapter 448 Cane
Ross’s hands and lips seemed to be everywhere at once, exploring every inch of her body with a hunger that left Rachel breathless.

He was relentless, driving her to the edge again and again, each climax more intense than the last.

She lost count of how many times she came, her body trembling with pleasure as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

They moved together in a rhythm that felt almost primal, their bodies perfectly in sync.

The room seemed to shrink around them, the world outside fading into insignificance as they lost themselves in each other.

They weren’t just making love—they were consuming each other, their connection raw and unfiltered.

At one point, Ross lifted Rachel off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the edge of the bed.

She gasped as he pressed her against the wall, his hands gripping her thighs as he thrust into her with a force that made her cry out.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving faint marks as she clung to him, her body arching against his.

“Ross…” she moaned, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

“You’re incredible… I can’t get enough of you.”

He smirked, his breath hot against her ear.

“Good,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

And he wasn’t. They moved from the bed to the floor, then to the couch, their passion leaving no corner of the room untouched.

Rachel’s laughter mingled with her moans as Ross spun her around, his hands never leaving her body.

She felt alive in a way she hadn’t in years, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word sending sparks through her veins.

Jimmy watched from the shadows, his heart aching with a mix of longing and resignation.

He had lost count of how many times Rachel had come, her cries of pleasure echoing in his ears like a haunting melody.

He wanted to look away, to leave and spare himself the pain of witnessing their intimacy, but he couldn’t.

He was transfixed, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him.

As the hours passed, the intensity between Ross and Rachel only grew.

They were insatiable, their desire for each other seemingly endless.

The first light of dawn began to creep through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, but they didn’t stop.

It wasn’t until the sun had fully risen, its golden rays spilling across the tangled sheets and discarded clothes, that they finally collapsed in each other’s arms, spent and breathless.

Rachel lay with her head on Ross’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

She felt utterly exhausted, her body heavy with satisfaction, but also strangely at peace.

For the first time in what felt like forever, she was completely present, her mind free of doubts and regrets.

Ross pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his arms tightening around her.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice soft and filled with awe.

She smiled, her eyes drifting shut as she nestled closer to him.

“So are you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jimmy stood in the corner of the other room, his heart heavy as he watched them.

He knew he should leave, give them their privacy, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

Instead, he stayed there, silent and unseen, as the reality of the situation settled over him.

He knew Rachel was just acting at this time but how could it feel so real and authentic from where he was spying from.

***

“I fucked up.”

That was Rachel’s first thought the moment she woke up. The weight of last night’s decisions settled over her like a suffocating blanket.

She had convinced herself she was in control, that she could handle it, but everything had happened too fast.

One moment, she was flirting, testing the waters, and the next, she was in Ross’s bed, writhing beneath him as he took her over and over again.

His cock had ruined her. She had never felt anything like it before—so thick, so relentless, stretching her in ways that left her trembling even now.

She should have stopped, should have pulled away, but she hadn’t wanted to.

Even when exhaustion weighed her down, even when her body ached from the relentless pace he set, she had kept going.

She had drowned in the pleasure, lost in the way he made her feel.

Now, in the quiet aftermath, reality crashed down on her.

At least now, I’ve secured my place in his life.

It was a weak justification, but it was all she had.

Rachel turned her head slightly, taking in Ross’s sleeping form beside her.

His chest rose and fell steadily, his features relaxed, utterly at peace.

He had no idea of the storm raging inside her, of the consequences she was about to face.

A part of her wanted to stay—just a little longer. To curl into his warmth and pretend that this was where she belonged.

But she couldn’t.

With careful movements, she slipped out of bed, her legs still unsteady.

She winced as she stood, the soreness between her thighs a stark reminder of just how thoroughly Ross had taken her.

Biting her lip, she gathered her scattered clothes, slipping into them one piece at a time.

She needed to talk to her husband.

Jimmy.

Just thinking about him made her stomach churn. He was waiting for her at home, likely clueless, still believing in the illusion of their marriage.

But that illusion was shattered now. She had crossed a line she could never uncross, and she knew—deep down—that things would never be the same again.

Once she was dressed, Rachel cast one last lingering glance at Ross.

He looked so perfect, so effortless, and for a fleeting second, she envied his ability to sleep so soundly, unaware of the turmoil she was about to face.

With a deep breath, she turned and stepped out of the room, bracing herself for the storm that awaited her.