Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 497

Chapter 497: Chapter 497 Vegetables
Ross and his group arrived in Stanlow Town just as the afternoon sun bathed the countryside in golden light.

The air smelled of freshly tilled earth and blooming wildflowers, a stark contrast to the bustling city they had left behind.

Without wasting time, they got to work unloading their belongings, placing bags and crates onto the dirt path leading up to the farmhouse.

No one seemed to notice the lingering tension between Ross and Sandra—not even Amy, who was too busy chatting with her parents.

Sandra stole a glance at Ross, her mind still reeling from what had happened between them.

Her fingers twitched as if they could still feel the way his hands had gripped her, the way he had taken her so thoroughly.

She swallowed hard, guilt clawing at her, but another feeling burned beneath it—one she hated to admit.

“Steven! Adele!”

A booming voice cut through her thoughts.

The farm’s caretaker, a burly man with sun-darkened skin, waved them over.

“Let the guys help you with your things.”

Amy’s parents had hired plenty of workers to keep the farm running smoothly.

At least five farmhands stepped in to carry their supplies, hauling bags effortlessly over their shoulders.

A few women headed straight for the kitchen, chattering as they prepared a feast fit for the occasion.

With the entire family gathered here, the event was a rarity—most of them were too busy with their own lives to make the trip often.

Amy, practically bouncing on her feet, turned to Ross with an eager smile.

“Come on! I’m going to show you around.”

She grabbed his arm, pulling him along before he could even reply.

Sandra watched them go, her stomach twisting.

A part of her wanted to call out, to come up with some excuse to keep Ross by her side.

But she couldn’t.

Instead, she stood there, her hands clenched into fists.

She envied Amy—envied that she had Ross all to herself.

The rational part of her screamed that it shouldn’t matter. After all, she had a boyfriend. A good one.

Loyal. Sweet. But none of that mattered now, not after what she had done.

Heat crept up her neck as she recalled last night—how Ross had taken her, how he had made her feel things her boyfriend never could.

She felt disgusted with herself, yet at the same time, she couldn’t deny it. There was no going back.

Not after she had experienced what it was like to be with a real man.

How could she ever return to her boyfriend’s pitiful little dick after that?

Shame and desire waged war inside her as she turned away, pretending to focus on something else.

But no matter how hard she tried, her gaze kept drifting back to Ross.

And she knew, deep down, that this wasn’t over. Not even close.

Dinner had been a lively affair, with the scent of barbecue lingering in the warm evening air.

The crackling fire cast flickering shadows across the gathering, where drinks flowed freely, and laughter came just as easily.

It had been a long time since the family had gathered like this, and the rare occasion made everyone a little more talkative, a little more indulgent.

Ross sat back, watching Amy laugh at something her cousin said, her eyes gleaming under the soft glow of lantern light.

She looked beautiful—flushed from the drinks, her dress hugging her body in all the right places.

He could see the subtle shifts in her posture, the way her legs crossed and uncrossed restlessly, how she stole glances at him when she thought he wasn’t looking.

He smirked. He knew exactly what was on her mind.

As the night wound down, one by one, people excused themselves, retreating to their rooms with full stomachs and warm spirits.

Soon, only a few stragglers remained, finishing off their drinks and murmuring in hushed tones.

But Ross had no interest in idle conversation anymore.

His focus was on Amy, who met his gaze with a knowing smile.

They didn’t need words.

As soon as the last person disappeared into the house, Ross pulled Amy to him, his lips capturing hers in a slow, searing kiss.

She melted against him, her hands gripping his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing hers.

Without breaking contact, he lifted her onto the wooden table, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them apart slightly as he stepped between them.

“Mmm…” Amy moaned softly, tilting her head as his lips trailed down her neck.

Ross pressed against her, letting her feel the hard, throbbing heat straining against his jeans.

Even through layers of fabric, she could tell just how thick and heavy he was.

The mere thought made her shiver.

She had been aching for him all day, and now that he was here, touching her, kissing her, she could barely contain herself.

“I want you to fuck me, Ross,” she whispered against his lips, her fingers already working on his belt.

“I’ve been craving your cock all day.”

Ross groaned as she tugged at his jeans, shoving them down enough to free his length.

It sprang out, thick and hard, the sight making Amy’s breath hitch.

She licked her lips, her hands reaching for him eagerly, but just as her fingers brushed against him—

A sudden knock on the door shattered the moment.

Amy’s entire body tensed, her head snapping toward the sound.

Ross exhaled sharply, annoyance flickering across his face.

“Who the fuck…?” he muttered under his breath.

Amy bit her lip, frustration warring with lingering desire.

Whoever was on the other side of that door had the worst timing imaginable.

Ross ran a hand through his hair, trying to rein in his impatience.

The heat between them had been building all night, and now, just when they were about to finally let go, someone had to ruin it.

The knock came again—louder this time.

Amy sighed, reluctantly pulling away.

“I swear, if this isn’t important…”

Ross clenched his jaw and smiled. He wasn’t done with her yet. Not even close.

Also there was a surprise waiting for them outside.