Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 515

Chapter 515: Chapter 515 Hobby
The long weekend trip with Ross and Amy’s family came to an abrupt and unsettling end.

What should have been a relaxing getaway was instead overshadowed by an incident that none of them had been prepared for.

The mood had shifted completely. Silence filled the air, thick and oppressive, as they sat together, each lost in their own thoughts.

They anxiously watched the news, bracing themselves for any mention of what had happened.

But, to their immense relief, nothing was reported.

Still, they knew.

No words were exchanged, yet an unspoken pact had formed between them.

What had transpired would never be discussed. Not among themselves, not with anyone else.

This secret would remain buried, locked away forever.

To speak of it would be to bring shame upon the family—an unbearable disgrace none of them were willing to face.

Later that night, Steven sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped together as he tried to gather the courage to speak.

The weight of the evening pressed down on him like an anchor. He turned to his wife, his voice hesitant, uncertain.

“Adele, I…”

She didn’t let him finish.

“Not tonight, Steven.”

Her voice was cold, distant. She didn’t even look at him. She couldn’t.

Shame burned through her, and she had no face to show her husband.

Steven swallowed hard. There was nothing more to say.

With a deep sigh, he lay down beside her, though the distance between them felt vast. Sleep did not come easily.

For Adele, it was the turmoil of her thoughts. For Steven, it was something far worse.

Ross had marked Adele as his.

Whether through twisted dominance or an undeniable force of will, she now belonged to him.

No other man—least of all her husband—could ever claim her again.

And Steven?

He would suffer for it in the most humiliating way. As if cursed, from this night forward, he would find himself unable to function as a man.

He would have an erectile dysfunction from now on.

A cruel, irreversible fate had been sealed.

The next morning, they packed in silence. No one asked any questions. No one dared.

The weight of what had happened lingered in the air like a storm cloud.

The drive back to Parkland City was long, but not a word was spoken.

The car was filled with nothing but the hum of the engine and the heavy, suffocating quiet.

It was as if they were traveling in a funeral procession, mourning something they could never speak of.

A part of their lives had been left behind on that trip. And nothing would ever be the same again.

***

Ross and Amy’s relationship had only grown stronger, and now, he had decided—he would marry her this December.

It was inevitable, something that had been in the works for a while. The news spread quickly, reaching Sandra in no time.

She hadn’t been surprised. She knew Amy had always held a special place in Ross’s life.

But that didn’t make it any easier to accept.

One evening, as they lounged together in the dim glow of his penthouse, Sandra traced a finger along his chest, her voice dipping into a soft whine.

“What about me, Ross? Aren’t you going to marry me too?”

Her lips curled into a pout, but beneath the playful act, there was real desperation.

She needed him—not just as a lover but as something more.

She couldn’t imagine a life where she wasn’t his.

Ross glanced at her, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. He knew exactly what she was thinking.

Sandra had long since surrendered herself to him. He wasn’t her first—she had already given that away to another man long before they met.

But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that after experiencing him, she could no longer go back.

She was ruined for anyone else.

His thick, powerful cock had reshaped her desires, redefined her pleasure.

She had tasted the kind of ecstasy only he could give, and now she was addicted—desperate for more, willing to do anything just to have him again and again.

Ross smirked, running a hand lazily down her side.

“Marrying you is easy,” he said, his voice deep, laced with amusement.

“But as I told you before, you need to take your punishment first.”

Sandra’s breath hitched. A thrill ran through her body at his words.

She knew Ross wasn’t one to make empty promises—if he said punishment, he meant it.

And that only excited her more.

Her fingers tightened on his chest as she looked up at him, her eyes burning with anticipation.

“Punishment?” she echoed, her voice almost breathless.

“What kind, Ross? Tell me. I can take anything for you.”

Ross chuckled, enjoying the way she was practically begging for it.

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“If you’re that eager…” He paused, letting the suspense build.

“Come to me this weekend. I have just the right punishment in mind.”

Sandra shivered, the mere thought sending heat pooling between her legs.

She didn’t care what it was—she would take it. She would endure anything, so long as it was from him.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice filled with longing. “I’ll be there.”

Ross’s smirk widened. He knew she would.

She always would.

***

The weekend arrived faster than Sandra had expected.

Before she knew it, she was sitting across from Ross at an upscale restaurant, savoring a luxurious dinner.

The anticipation was almost unbearable.

Every glance he gave her, every casual brush of his fingers against her skin, sent a thrill through her.

She knew what was coming after this.

Once dinner was over, Ross led her to a nearby love hotel.

Sandra’s heart pounded in her chest as they stepped inside, the air between them thick with unspoken desire.

But the moment she pushed open the door to their room, her breath caught in her throat.

Her eyes widened in shock.

“This is…”

She couldn’t even finish the sentence.

The scene before her was nothing like what she had expected.