Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 455

Chapter 455: Chapter 455 Verse
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, sharp and rhythmic, as Ross set a relentless pace.

Pak.

Pak.

Pak.

The sound was almost hypnotic, a steady beat that underscored the raw passion between them.

Ross’s movements were deliberate, each thrust deep and purposeful, designed to drive Rachel to the edge once more.

Her back arched, her hands gripping the edge of the table as she met him thrust for thrust, her body moving in perfect sync with his.

The men around them watched in awe, their envy palpable.

They couldn’t tear their eyes away from the sight of Rachel’s body, the way she writhed beneath Ross, the way she moaned his name with every movement.

It was a scene straight out of their wildest fantasies, and each of them wished they were in Ross’s place, feeling what he was feeling, experiencing the kind of pleasure that only Rachel could provide.

But for Ross, the world outside of Rachel didn’t exist.

All that mattered was the way she felt around him, the way her body responded to his, the way she cried out his name as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.

He was completely consumed by her, lost in the heat of the moment, and he had no intention of stopping until they were both utterly spent.

Several hours later, Ross and Rachel finally ended their voyeuristic escapade.

The once-raucous club had quieted, but the men who remained were still transfixed, their eyes locked onto Rachel with unbridled hunger.

Their imaginations ran wild, each picturing themselves in Ross’s place, indulging in the same forbidden pleasures.

The scent of sweat and sex lingered in the air, mingling with the heady aroma of alcohol and perfume.

Ross leaned back, admiring his handiwork. Rachel was utterly drenched, her body glistening under the dim club lights, covered in so much cum that he couldn’t help but smirk with satisfaction.

It was a masterpiece, a testament to his endurance, his dominance.

He reached out, brushing a strand of damp hair from her flushed face, watching as she struggled to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling heavily.

The onlookers murmured in hushed, almost reverent tones.

“How the hell does he have that kind of stamina?” one man whispered, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That wasn’t normal… No man should be able to cum that much, let alone that many times.”

“Is he even human?”

“I don’t think so. Even his cock is monstrous.”

The awe in their voices was unmistakable, laced with envy and frustration.

Yet, despite their intrigue, none of them dared to reach for their phones.

A few reckless souls had tried earlier, eager to capture the spectacle on camera—only to find themselves sprawled out on the floor, unconscious, after a swift and brutal response from Ross’s bodyguards.

The sight of their limp bodies served as a stark warning to the others: some things were meant to be witnessed, not recorded.

Ross chuckled, stretching his arms behind his head. “Looks like they finally got the message,” he murmured, more to himself than to Rachel.

Rachel stirred beside him, her voice barely above a whisper. “You really don’t hold back, do you?”

He smirked, pressing a possessive kiss against her shoulder. “Would you want me to?”

She shivered, exhaustion and satisfaction warring in her expression. Meanwhile, the men continued to watch, some with admiration, others with resentment, but all of them knowing one thing for certain—Ross Oakley was on a level beyond them.

“Get dressed. I’ll take you home,” Ross said, his voice firm yet casual.

Rachel, still catching her breath, glanced at him before slowly pulling herself together.

She knew better than to argue—Ross always got what he wanted.

Within minutes, she was dressed, and they were on the road, but as she observed the passing city lights, she quickly realized they weren’t heading toward her building.

“Where are we going, Ross?” she asked, keeping her tone even, though her heart pounded with anticipation.

Ross’s grip on the steering wheel was relaxed, his posture confident. “I’m taking you to my home.”

Rachel blinked. “Your home?”

He nodded. “Since you’re my woman now, it’s only right that I make you my wife too.”

Rachel’s fingers curled slightly against her lap. She had expected Ross to fall for her charms, but she hadn’t anticipated him moving this fast.

Still, she couldn’t afford to appear too eager. Hesitation flickered across her face as she turned to him.

“Ross… isn’t this too soon?” she asked, her voice laced with just the right amount of doubt.

Ross remained unfazed, his tone resolute. “Now or later—it doesn’t matter. You already belong to me. There’s no reason to wait.”

Rachel fell silent, pretending to weigh his words, though inside, her heart swelled with triumph. Everything was progressing perfectly.

If she played her cards right, securing her place in Ross’s life would be inevitable.

Yet, beneath her excitement, a faint pang of guilt surfaced—an emotion she had long learned to suppress.

She reminded herself that this was just another game, another role she had mastered. Ross was no different from the others.

The rest of the drive was quiet, but the tension between them remained thick.

The cityscape soon gave way to a private estate, its towering gates opening automatically as Ross’s car approached.

The sight was impressive, even to Rachel, who had seen her fair share of wealth.

By morning, she was introduced to Ross’s wives.

“Hello, everyone,” Rachel said shyly, her gaze sweeping over Ross’s beautiful wives and his four adorable, healthy children.

There was no doubt in her mind—they would grow up to be stunning adults, inheriting their father’s striking features and undeniable presence.

Meanwhile, across the city, Rachel’s husband, Jimmy, lay impotent and seething with rage.

His hands clenched into fists as he watched the video—Ross taking his wife in the club, fucking her so thoroughly that it left no doubt who she truly enjoyed Ross’ extreme way of making love.

His blood boiled, but there was nothing he could do. This was the nature of the job they were in. He had to think of the big picture.