Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 461

Chapter 461: Chapter 461 True
“I’ll make love to you whenever you want,” Ross continued, his voice rich with promise. “As much as you want.”

She remained silent, her breathing shallow.

Ross studied her, his gaze sharp, knowing. He could read her like an open book, and he knew she was fighting a losing battle. And it wasn’t just about longing—it wasn’t even just about him.

No, Trinity’s body had changed in ways she couldn’t fully comprehend.

Ever since that night years ago—when Ross had taken her, filled her, claimed her in a way no man ever had—something inside her had shifted.

His touch, his essence, had done more than leave its mark. It had made her immortal. While others aged and withered, she remained in her prime, frozen at the peak of youth and vitality.

And with that came an insatiable hunger, a fire inside her that never truly faded.

A fire that Robert could no longer satisfy.

And Ross knew it.

Trinity’s fingers trembled at her sides. Her mind screamed at her to resist, to walk away, to tell him no. But her body—her traitorous, desperate body—burned with need.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she gave a single, hesitant nod.

That was all the signal Ross needed.

His hand came up to cup her face, his grip firm yet gentle. Then, without hesitation, he captured her lips in a deep, possessive kiss—this time, he was the one taking the lead.

And this time, Trinity didn’t pull away.

Ross wasted no time, his hands roaming freely over Trinity’s soft, tempting body. He had waited long enough for this moment, and now that she was in his grasp, he wasn’t going to let hesitation ruin it.

She was dressed in an elegant blue gown—modest to the extreme, yet utterly incapable of hiding the lush curves beneath.

The way it hugged her body only made her beauty more pronounced, teasing rather than concealing. Ross smirked.

No matter how much she tried to dress conservatively, there was no disguising the raw femininity that had once driven him wild.

With practiced ease, he reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. Trinity shuddered as she felt his fingers brush against her spine, but she didn’t resist.

A slow tug, a whisper of fabric sliding against skin, and the dress slipped from her shoulders, cascading down her body until it pooled at her feet.

Now, she stood before him in nothing but a delicate bra and lace panties, her body tense, her breath uneven.

“Stop. Not here,” Trinity whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

She darted a nervous glance toward the bed, where Robert lay in deep slumber, his snores steady and undisturbed.

The last thing she wanted was for him to wake up—to see her like this, to witness the unthinkable.

Ross chuckled softly, unbothered by her concern. “Trust me, he’s out,” he murmured, his tone dripping with confidence.

He stepped back, studying her for a moment, watching the war raging behind her eyes. Then, with a smirk, he gave her an out.

“Or… would you rather I leave?”

Before she could answer, he made his move—one so bold it left her breathless.

Without another word, Ross reached for his own clothes and stripped down completely, peeling away every last barrier between them.

His sculpted body—broad shoulders, defined muscles, smooth golden skin—was now on full display.

And then, just as casually, he climbed onto the bed and settled in right beside Robert.

Trinity’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded in her chest as panic shot through her veins.

She stiffened, her body frozen, her mind screaming at her to stop this madness before it was too late.

But then… her eyes drifted lower.

And that was when her hesitation began to crumble.

Ross’s cock—thick, hard, and standing tall—was impossible to ignore.

A monstrous 15-inch length that stretched upward, pulsating with heat, demanding attention, waiting for her to make a choice.

She swallowed hard.

How long had it been since she had felt true desire? Since she had been touched the way a woman should be?

The hunger inside her clawed at her senses, drowning out the last remnants of guilt.

She hesitated for only a moment longer. Then, slowly, she reached behind her back, unclasping her bra.

The straps slipped from her shoulders, and the fabric fell away, baring her soft, supple breasts to the cool air. A shiver ran through her, but it wasn’t from the cold—it was from anticipation.

Her fingers drifted lower, hooking into the waistband of her panties.

She slid them down her legs, stepping out of them, leaving herself completely bare.

She cast one last nervous glance at Robert. Still asleep.

Then, with her heart hammering, she moved toward the bed, slipping under the sheets beside Ross.

She just prayed Robert wouldn’t wake up—no matter what Ross had planned for her tonight.

The bed was massive, an expanse of luxury that easily accommodated three adults with room to spare.

Its plush surface barely shifted beneath their movements, allowing for comfort despite the forbidden intimacy about to unfold.

Ross’s smirk deepened as he positioned himself. “Move here,” he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

He guided Trinity closer to Robert, pressing her body against her sleeping husband’s side, all while he hovered over her.

His presence was overwhelming—his heat, his scent, the weight of his gaze devouring her.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Ross pulled the blanket away, exposing their bare bodies to the dim light of the room.

The contrast was striking—Trinity, flushed and vulnerable beneath him, her skin illuminated with a soft sheen of sweat, and Ross, powerful and composed, his hunger barely restrained.

“Hmmmmm…” He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started slow but quickly escalated into something far more desperate.

His tongue slid against hers, claiming her, deepening the connection between them.

He didn’t just kiss her—he consumed her, his lips molding perfectly to hers, his hands framing her face as if she were something precious and fragile.