Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 506

Chapter 506: Chapter 506 Engine
Adele’s stomach churned at their vulgar words, but she forced herself to keep her expression neutral.

Showing any reaction—disgust, anger, even shock—could only make things worse.

Ross, however, remained eerily calm.

If he felt any shame or discomfort at being exposed in such a way, he didn’t show it.

Instead, he let out a slow breath and met Adele’s gaze with an intensity that sent an unexpected shiver down her spine.

“We’ll get through this, Adele. I already sent a signal to my men. They’ll be here,” he muttered under his breath, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

Adele clenched her fists. Hope sprang in her heart and she did not let her excitement show.

She did not know how Ross was able to call for help but she trusted him.

To lose hope in this kind of dire situation was a path to certain death.

She knew what was at stake.

Knew that every second she delayed only put her husband and daughters in more danger.

With no other choice, she took another deep breath and prepared herself for what came next.

Adele, speechless, fixated on Ross’s cock. Its sheer size, a monument to raw masculinity, drew gasps from the onlookers.

The women, accustomed to Ross’s imposing physique, understood the silent awe radiating from the men, the palpable envy simmering in the air.

A low growl vibrated through the room as Ross’s cock, under Adele’s intense scrutiny, swelled, hardening visibly.

Adele, initially captivated by the sheer power of the sight, quickly regained her composure.

She knelt closer, her face mere inches from the massive head.

The scent, surprisingly, wasn’t unpleasant; it was unique, intoxicating, a perfume that ignited a fire in her cunt.

A wave of arousal washed over her, leaving her breathless.

She could almost taste the intoxicating mixture of arousal and anticipation.

“What’s gotten into me?” she mused, a blush creeping up her neck.

Her thoughts, usually controlled and pragmatic, were now a whirlwind of sensations.

Her tongue, a teasing temptress, emerged from her lips. It traced the contours of the head, the sculpted muscle, the rich, pulsing flesh.

For a moment, she hesitated.

The image of Steven, her husband, her good, kind husband, flickered in her mind’s eye.

His face, etched with anger, his voice, a thunderous roar, echoed in the space around her.

But the intoxicating pull of Ross’s presence was too strong.

It consumed her, a siren’s call that demanded obedience.

Adele’s tongue, no longer hesitant, began to explore the head of Ross’s cock, a silent, sensual declaration of her desire.

The soft, rhythmic sounds of her tongue against the glistening flesh mingled with the furious, guttural roars of Steven, who raged in the background, his voice a thunderclap, a desperate plea echoing in the increasingly tense atmosphere.

“No! Release me! You bastards! I’ll kill you all!” his voice echoed, a testament to the powerlessness he felt in the face of his wife’s surrender and ultimate sacrifice.

Steven’s thrashing against the ropes was a futile display of powerlessness.

His cries for mercy were swallowed by the chilling, mocking laughter of the leader.

The leader’s eyes gleamed with a cruel satisfaction, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.

“Hahaha! A pathetic display! If this meager shit show is all you can stomach, then your end will be far worse. Me and my men will feast on your wife’s sexy body. We’ll fuck her all at the same tome. And then, your daughters will be next.” The laughter reverberated, a cruel symphony of power and contempt.

The air itself seemed to vibrate with the malice of the scene.

Steven’s pleas, desperate and choked with fear, were utterly ignored.

He could only scream and cry, the helplessness crushing him, his body a vessel of raw, unadulterated terror.

He was a prisoner, not just of the ropes, but of their cruel, unyielding will.

Adele watched, her eyes fixed on the unfolding horror. Her gaze shifted to Ross, a cold knot tightening in her stomach.

Her mind raced, desperately searching for an escape, a solution, any way to halt the descent into depravity.

But there was none. She was trapped, a pawn in a game she hadn’t chosen to play.

Her own hands, however, were not idle. They moved with a surprising confidence, exploring the massive expanse of Ross’s cock.

The weight of his testicles, a surprising heft in her hands, filled her with a strange, almost detached awe.

Her fingers traced the sculpted contours, the raw power radiating from him.

She was awestruck, not just by the size, but by the sheer, unbridled power of the man she was now forced to witness her husband being degraded in front of.

“Everything about Ross is huge,” Adele thought, her mind reeling.

The scent, a heady mixture of arousal and something else, something almost feral, drew her deeper into the moment.

Her own pussy, unexpectedly, responded to the scene, moistening, swelling with a burgeoning heat.

The harsh reality of the situation, the degradation of her husband, was overshadowed by a sudden, sharp, almost animalistic desire.

The depravity of the scene had awakened something primal within her, a primal urge that she struggled to understand, yet couldn’t deny.

She continued to lick Ross’s cock, the rhythmic sucking of his massive member a strange counterpoint to the terror surrounding her.

Adele’s mouth, initially a vibrant, eager instrument of pleasure, now felt the strain of sustained effort.

Her lips, once so supple and responsive, were beginning to tire, yet still, the rhythmic sucking continued, a silent plea for the release she so desperately craved.

The agonizingly slow pace of this prolonged ordeal was a torment.

She yearned for the inevitable climax, for the end of this torturous dance, but it seemed to stretch on endlessly.

But this was after all her part of her plan. She wanted to buy time for when Ross’ men could come to their rescue.

“Hmmmmm…” Adele murmured, her mouth stretched impossibly taut around the colossal head of Ross’s cock.