Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 452

Rachel nearly choked on her own breath. She could not believe what she heard at all.

A flush crept up her neck, not from embarrassment, but from the sheer audacity of his words. Her heartbeat quickened, but Ross?

He remained completely composed, his smirk widening as if he enjoyed watching her reaction.

The room around them carried on, unaware of the sudden shift in tension at their table.

The clinking of glasses, the shuffling of cards, the occasional burst of laughter—all of it blurred into the background.

Rachel swallowed, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “Here?” she asked, arching a brow, as if challenging him.

Ross leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes dark with amusement—and hunger.

“Of course. This way, you won’t have anywhere to run. You can’t pull what you did last time,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Rachel hesitated for a fraction of a second before forcing herself to push aside the gnawing fear that had plagued her for the past week.

She had been terrified that her cover had been blown, that Ross had figured her out—that was the only explanation for why he had ignored her calls.

The thought had nearly driven her mad. If it had been true, she would have let another man fuck her for nothing, her efforts wasted.

But now, knowing that wasn’t the case, she felt relief flood her veins. Ross still wanted her, and that meant there was still hope.

She would do anything to please him, to earn his favor, to carve out a permanent place by his side.

A sultry smile curved her lips as she ran a hand through her hair, letting her fingers tease the strands as she met his gaze.

“You’re a bad man, Ross,” she murmured, voice thick with desire.

“But I don’t care. You’re my man, and that’s all that matters.”

She rose from her chair with a slow, deliberate grace, each movement laced with intent.

Ross leaned back slightly, watching her with knowing eyes, and then pushed his chair back to give her room.

His confidence, the way he simply waited for her to act, sent a thrill through her. He knew she was already his.

Rachel reached for his belt, fingers deftly unfastening it before she tugged his pants down just enough to free his thick length.

Her breath hitched slightly, but she quickly recovered, straddling him with ease.

She let herself sink onto his lap, the heat of their bodies merging as she rubbed herself against his cock, teasing them both.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as her arousal grew, her body responding eagerly.

She pressed herself harder against him, rolling her hips, feeling the friction intensify.

His hands gripped her waist, fingers digging in just enough to make her pulse race.

Biting her lip, she lifted her dress higher, giving herself the leverage she needed.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she positioned herself, the anticipation making her body throb. Then, ever so slowly, she sank down, his thick cock stretching her inch by inch.

“Ahhh…” Rachel moaned, her voice laced with pleasure as she took him fully.

Ross smirked, hands tightening around her waist as he pulled her even closer.

“That’s more like it,” he murmured.

Rachel let her head fall back, lost in the sensation, lost in him.

What they were doing didn’t go unnoticed by the men in the room, who all seemed to freeze, their attention riveted to the raw, unrestrained scene unfolding before them.

“Damn, look at that! Ross is fucking her right out in the open!” one of them muttered, his voice barely a whisper, yet filled with awe.

Another man, unable to tear his eyes away, gasped, “Holy shit, look at how her pussy’s stretched around his big, fat dick. No wonder Ross has so many beautiful wives—he’s absolutely packing down there. She’s taking him like a pro.”

A third man chuckled, shaking his head. “Hell yeah, look at that beast of a cock! If I were a girl, I wouldn’t hesitate for a second. I’d be all over Ross too.”

The men, clearly unable to resist, began to inch closer, some even crossing the room to get a better view of the primal spectacle unfolding before them.

It was like they couldn’t help themselves—Ross’s power, his dominance, and the woman he had at his mercy all combined into a heady, almost intoxicating display.

A few men, caught up in the heat of the moment, shamelessly unzipped their pants, their hands quickly taking over as they jerked off to the sight.

The room was filled with the raw sound of arousal and lust, as these men, no longer able to hold back, let their desires take the lead.

But even in their frenzy, there was a palpable tension in the air. They all knew the unspoken rule.

Any other man in this situation, any man not named Ross, would have seized the opportunity to take Rachel for themselves.

They would have stolen her away, fucked her hard, and left her broken and used.

But not Ross.

The men stopped, instinctively, as they remembered the weight of his presence.

There was an undeniable fear that hung in the air, even among the most brazen of them.

Ross wasn’t just a man. He was a legend, someone who commanded respect with a single glance. The men knew better than to cross him.

A murmur rippled through the room, a quiet acknowledgment of Ross’s reputation.

They all knew that to even think of challenging him was to sign their own death warrant.

Ross had built his infamy on the streets, on his iron-fisted control and his reputation for ruthlessness.

His name carried weight far beyond this room, and anyone who dared cross him wouldn’t be walking out alive.

In that moment, the room fell silent, each man with their own conflicted thoughts, the raw spectacle of desire blending with the quiet understanding that Ross was untouchable, a force of nature in his own right.