Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 514

Chapter 514: Chapter 514 Powder
Every position they explored was a testament to their raw chemistry, a display so intense and mesmerizing that no one in the audience could tear their eyes away.

It was more than just sex—it was a performance of lust and art, an erotic masterpiece unfolding before them.

Adele was breathtaking, her golden hair clinging to her damp skin, her supple body arching in ecstasy with every thrust.

Ross met her movements effortlessly, his grip firm yet possessive, guiding her through each new position with practiced ease.

Together, they pushed the limits of pleasure, their cries of ecstasy filling the air, mixing with the heavy, ragged breaths of the men watching.

The onlookers stood frozen, utterly transfixed. Their hands moved furiously as they took in the display, unable to resist the primal urge overtaking them.

Adele’s moans, raw and uninhibited, only fueled their desperation.

She was divine, a goddess of pleasure, her every movement sending shockwaves of arousal through the helpless spectators.

And then, the climax.

“Ahhh—I’m comingggggg!” Adele screamed, her entire body shuddering as pleasure overtook her.

Her walls clenched tightly around Ross, drawing out his own release as he groaned against her ear, his fingers digging into her hips.

The overwhelming sensations left her trembling, her strength finally giving out as she collapsed onto Ross, her soft breasts pressing against his sweat-slicked chest.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, her body spent, utterly satisfied in a way she had never been before.

Ross ran a hand through her tangled hair, smirking as he held her close, both of them basking in the aftermath of their intense lovemaking.

Around them, the watching men struggled to contain themselves, some panting, some groaning, all of them driven to madness by what they had just witnessed.

The men, rough and unkempt, carried themselves with a swagger that reeked of arrogance and cruelty.

Their eyes, sharp and predatory, often lingered on Adele and her daughters, their gazes filled with a hunger that made the women’s skin crawl.

The men had let their guard down many times, laughing and jeering as they made crude remarks, their intentions clear.

They were eager, desperate even, to satisfy their darkest desires, and the thought of dominating young, beautiful women seemed to fuel their excitement.

They jacked off and had come many times already. Still, they want more.

“Hahaha! That was fun, boys! Good job, Adele! Now it’s time for me and my boys to have some real fun!” the leader shouted, his voice booming with a twisted sense of triumph.

He stepped forward, his eyes locked on Adele, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

The other men chuckled, their anticipation palpable as they closed in around the women.

But just as the leader reached out to grab Adele, a loud voice cut through the tension like a knife.

“Police! Hands up! Don’t move!”

The scene erupted into chaos. The kidnappers froze, their bravado evaporating in an instant as a swarm of officers flooded the area, their weapons drawn and voices commanding.

The men hesitated, their eyes darting around in panic, before reluctantly raising their hands in surrender.

Ross and the others, who had been held captive alongside Adele and her daughters and husband, were quickly ushered away from the scene by the officers.

They were led to a waiting car, their hearts pounding with a mix of relief and confusion as they were driven back to their farmhouse.

The ordeal seemed to be over, but something about the situation felt… like a miracle.

Unbeknownst to them, the events that had just unfolded were nothing more than an elaborate illusion.

As soon as the car disappeared into the distance, the police officers began to dissolve into thin air, their forms flickering like shadows before vanishing completely. In their place stood a group of men clad in dark clothing, their faces obscured by eerie, demon-like masks.

It was Brandon and his crew, their presence cold and calculating.

The leader of the kidnappers, still reeling from the sudden turn of events, suddenly lashed out, slapping one of his men across the face.

The sound echoed sharply in the now-silent space.

“Boss! What are you doing?” the man cried, clutching his cheek in shock.

“What’s going on? Where did the police go?” another demanded, his voice trembling with fear.

The kidnappers looked around, their confusion quickly turning to terror as they realized they were no longer in control.

The men in demon masks stood silently, their unreadable expressions sending chills down the spines of the kidnappers.

“Who… who are you people?” One of the goons stammered, his bravado crumbling as he took a step back.

Brandon stepped forward, his movements deliberate and menacing.

He tilted his head slightly, as if studying the man before him, before speaking in a low, chilling voice.

“You thought you were the predators here. But you were wrong. You’re nothing more than pawns in a game you don’t even understand.”

The kidnappers exchanged uneasy glances, their fear growing with each passing second.

They had no idea who these men were or what they wanted, but one thing was clear: they were in far greater danger now than they had ever been before.

Brandon’s crew began to close in, their movements synchronized and precise. The kidnappers tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go.

The air grew heavy with tension, the silence broken only by the sound of their ragged breaths.

“Please… we didn’t mean any harm,” the leader pleaded, his voice cracking. “We’ll do whatever you want. Just let us go.”

Brandon’s lips curled into a faint, humorless smile. “Oh, you’ll do whatever we want. But letting you go? That’s not part of the plan.”

As the reality of their situation sank in, the kidnappers’ fear turned to outright panic.

They had thought themselves untouchable, but now they were at the mercy of a force far more dangerous and unpredictable than they could have ever imagined.

A second later, the torture began in full. Brandon and his crew unleashed unimaginably creative methods of inflicting pain on these animals.

It was nothing less than they deserved for the countless atrocities they had committed.

Someone had to balance the scales, and Ross, ever magnanimous, was more than willing to deliver justice on behalf of the universe.