Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 450

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Ross met his gaze without hesitation. “That won’t happen. I love your daughter. In fact, I’m planning to marry her by the end of this year.”

The room fell silent once more. Her mother’s hand froze mid-motion, her brothers exchanged glances, and Faith’s father—who had been bracing himself for a fight—suddenly looked as if the wind had been knocked out of him.

For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, unexpectedly, his eyes welled with tears. He turned away slightly, as if embarrassed, and let out a heavy sigh. “Damn time,” he muttered. “It moves too fast.”

Faith bit her lip, her expression softening. “Dad…”

Her father took a deep breath, then wiped at his face with the back of his hand. He straightened up and forced a smirk. “Alright, enough of this sentimental crap. More wine!”

The drinking feast resumed, this time with even more enthusiasm. Faith’s brothers, while still a little wary, warmed up to Ross as the night went on.

They tested him with subtle jabs, made a few more threats, but eventually, grudgingly accepted him.

By the end of the night, Ross could tell that Faith was lucky. Her family, despite their initial resistance, loved her deeply.

And whether they liked it or not, he was now a part of that world.

Ross couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on Faith’s mother. She was breathtaking—almost an older, more refined version of Faith.

The same striking features, the same elegance, but with an added maturity that only made her more alluring. A milf version of Faith, he mused.

His mind wandered to dangerous thoughts. “Should I fuck her tonight or not?”

The idea was tempting. The challenge, even more so. But Ross was nothing if not strategic.

He weighed the pros and cons, considering the potential consequences.

Would Faith suspect anything? Would her mother resist, or was there already curiosity in the way she glanced at him? He chuckled to himself.

“No need to rush. I have all the time in the world. She’ll fall sooner or later… or maybe not. It depends on fate.”

For now, he decided to leave it alone.

He already had more than enough women to keep him occupied, and adding another—especially the mother of one of his women—might be more trouble than it was worth. For tonight, at least, Faith’s mother was safe.

***

The next day, after ignoring her calls for a while, Ross finally picked up when Rachel called again.

“You’ve been hard to get ahold of, Ross. What happened?” Her voice held a mixture of frustration and something else—hurt, maybe.

Ross smirked. “I don’t know, Rachel. I just don’t like women running off after I’ve fucked them long and good. Makes me wonder if they regret it… or if they just don’t want to see me again.”

“Of course not!” Rachel snapped, then sighed. “I just needed time to think. I already told you… my last relationship was years ago, and you showing up like this has completely thrown my plans off. But I’ve made my decision now—I want to be with you, Ross. If you’ll have me.”

Ross leaned back in his chair, enjoying the way she practically pleaded for him. “Of course, I’ll have you. But since you’ve been bad, I’ll have to punish you.”

Rachel hesitated. “Punish me?”

“Meet me tonight,” Ross said smoothly. “Wear one sexy dress—only one. Nothing else.”

Rachel sucked in a breath. “You mean… no underwea—”

“Yes,” Ross cut her off, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Silence. He could almost hear her mind racing on the other end of the line. A full thirty seconds passed before she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay. I’ll be there. Set the time and place.”

***

That night, Rachel arrived just as she had promised. She wore a sleek black dress that hugged every curve of her body like a second skin.

The fabric shimmered slightly under the dim streetlights, accentuating her every movement.

The plunging neckline revealed just enough to tempt, while the high slit along her thigh left no doubt that she was a woman who could turn heads with every step.

And turn heads she did.

From the moment she stepped out of the cab, she could feel the weight of a dozen hungry gazes settling on her.

Whistles rang out from passing men, their voices dripping with appreciation. Some murmured crude remarks under their breath, while others were bold enough to voice their thoughts aloud.

“Goddamn, look at her.”

“She ain’t wearin’ no bra, I bet.”

“Shit, if she’s walkin’ in there dressed like that, she’s beggin’ for trouble.”

Rachel ignored them, keeping her stride confident, but she couldn’t deny the effect it had on her.

The way their eyes lingered on her body made her pulse quicken. A faint shiver ran down her spine, her skin tingling.

Her nipples hardened, clearly visible beneath the thin, silky fabric of her dress.

She had followed Ross’s instructions to the letter—no bra, no panties. And with how tight her dress was, it was obvious.

She was a walking temptation.

The bar she was entering wasn’t exactly the kind of place a woman like her should be in alone. It was a den of vice, filled with the smell of smoke, cheap liquor, and sweat.

Men gathered around billiard tables, slamming down bets with aggressive smirks. Others hovered over poker games, their voices rising in drunken excitement.

Gambling, drinking, and fighting were the three main attractions here.

Women were a rarity in this place, and those that did come weren’t treated kindly.

As Rachel stepped inside, the noise in the bar dipped for just a moment—long enough for the regulars to take notice of the new arrival.

Conversations slowed, eyes flickering toward her, sizing her up.

Some men nudged each other, whispering, while others simply gawked.

Rachel kept her head high and continued forward.

But then, just as she reached the middle of the bar, a large man stepped into her path.

He was tall and burly, with arms covered in faded tattoos and a face that had seen one too many brawls.

He reeked of whiskey and sweat, his bloodshot eyes scanning her like a predator assessing his prey.