Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 465

Chapter 465: Chapter 465 Actual
“I feel it, Trinity. You’re close. So close,” Ross urged, his voice thick with desire as he pounded into her without mercy.

He could feel the desperate clench of her walls around his thick, throbbing cock, her body betraying how close she was to the edge.

“Let go, Trinity. Come for me. Now.”

His command shattered her final restraint. With a loud, unrestrained cry, Trinity came undone, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Her back arched, fingers digging into his shoulders as her climax ripped through her like a violent storm.

Ross groaned as he felt her walls gripping him like a vice, milking him for everything he had. His thrusts grew erratic, his control slipping until he finally followed her over the edge.

His hips stuttered, a deep, guttural groan escaping his lips as he spilled himself inside her, filling her completely.

Pew.

Pew.

Pew.

But as always, he wasn’t satisfied with just one round. Ross had waited too long for this moment, and there was no way he would let the night end so soon.

He wasn’t just making love to Trinity—he was claiming her. Owning her. His strokes became slow and deep as he started again, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body.

The hours melted away as he took her again and again, driving her to the brink of madness with his relentless pace.

By the time the night faded into morning, Trinity lay exhausted in his arms, utterly spent yet completely satisfied. Ross smirked, pleased with himself.

He had finally taken everything he wanted—Trinity and her daughters belonged to him now. All along, Robert was blind, deaf, mute, and dumb to what was happening around him.

The months leading up to his wedding with Hazel were thrilling. Trinity became his secret indulgence, their passionate rendezvous hidden from the world.

Ross wanted to tell Hazel and Althea, to make their relationship known, but Trinity was hesitant. She insisted it wasn’t the right time. Not yet. She needed to wait, to be sure.

But Ross didn’t mind. As long as he had her, that was enough—for now.

Then December arrived, and with it, his wedding to Hazel. The ceremony was grand, extravagant, and, as always, the world was watching.

His name dominated headlines once again, his ever-growing list of wives continuing to shock the masses. Twenty-two.

Ross Oakley, the man who seemed to take a new bride every year, had done it again.

The year 2029 started on a high note for Ross Oakley. For the first time in a long while, he took an extended vacation with just Hazel, away from the noise of the world, the media, and even his other wives.

The two of them spent a luxurious month and a half traveling to the most breathtaking beaches and resorts across the world.

From private overwater villas in the Maldives to hidden paradise islands owned exclusively by billionaires, Ross spared no expense to make Hazel feel special.

And special she felt.

As one of Ross’s many wives, moments like these were rare, and Hazel treasured every second of it. She wasn’t just another woman in his life during this time—she was the woman.

She had his full attention, his affection, his passion. For her, this was the ultimate honeymoon, something no amount of money could replace.

By the time they returned to Parkland City, Hazel was still glowing with happiness, her eyes filled with love as she walked beside him. Ross, too, was in high spirits.

The vacation had rejuvenated him, making him appreciate the simple joys of life—good company, peace, and privacy.

However, as soon as they got home, Ross felt the familiar craving for something he hadn’t indulged in for weeks—alone time.

Slipping away to his private quarters, he exhaled in relief, sinking into his massive gaming chair.

“Finally, some time to myself,” he muttered with a satisfied smirk.

Being surrounded by women 24/7 was exhausting, no matter how pleasurable it was. Sometimes, all he wanted was to be alone, relax, and indulge in his favorite hobby—gaming.

Booting up his computer, he leaned back and began browsing.

“I wonder if there are any new games out.”

With his unlimited wealth, he was what the gaming world called a whale—the type of player who could spend tens of thousands in microtransactions without blinking.

He had played countless games before, throwing money at whatever piqued his interest.

“Oh? This looks interesting.”

A new RPG caught his eye. Within minutes, he had created an account, purchased premium upgrades, and dived into the game.

An hour later, he leaned back, stretching his arms.

“That was decent. Maybe I’ll pick it up again when they increase the level cap.”

Feeling a bit restless, he decided to try something different—a gacha game.

Just as he was about to download one, something caught his attention.

A trending video popped up in his recommendations—one featuring him.

Ross frowned. The thumbnail showed a stunning yet smug-faced woman, her expression full of mockery and confidence. The title was nothing short of clickbait, hinting at some scandalous revelation about him.

Curious, he clicked on the video.

The woman on-screen was a popular YouTube influencer, known for making controversial content about high-profile figures.

She had an extremely beautiful face, the kind that easily drew attention, but her words were as toxic as poison.

She spoke with a sly smirk, her tone dripping with fake concern.

“…I have a secret source who told me that Ross Oakley allegedly has a dungeon beneath his mansion. Rumors say he kidnaps little kids and… well, let’s just say it’s horrifying what he does to them…”

Ross’s expression darkened.

“What the actual fuck is this?” he muttered under his breath. He forehead creased in anger. He had an intuition that he would not like what he was going to see but he still moved on to do it.

He scrolled through her channel, his irritation growing with every video title.

“The Dark Side of Ross Oakley – The Man Behind the Money”

“EXPOSED: Ross Oakley’s Twisted Desires?”

“Secrets of Parkland City’s Billionaire Playboy”