Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 523

Chapter 523: Chapter 523 Bleach
“I should go, Ross, or my sisters will find out I fucked their fiancee,” Diane murmured, her voice husky from exhaustion and pleasure.

She pushed herself up on shaky arms, her body still tingling from their earlier passion. The sight of the bloodstain on the bed barely registered—she felt no sorrow in losing her virginity.

If anything, she felt exhilarated.

She had expected pain, maybe even regret, but instead, all she felt was satisfaction.

The experience had been far beyond what she had imagined, so intense that she doubted any other man could ever compare.

Ross wasn’t just skilled—he was a force of nature, relentless yet intoxicatingly tender. And then there was his sheer size.

It had stretched her to her limits, pushing her into sensations she hadn’t known were possible.

Even now, just thinking about how he had taken her—deep, hard, and utterly dominating—made warmth coil in her belly once more.

Ross lay beside her, his bare chest rising and falling steadily, the heat of his body still lingering against her skin.

He wasn’t the type to speak unnecessary words, but when he did, his voice carried a confidence that sent shivers down her spine.

“Stay,” he said simply, his deep, commanding tone brooking no argument.

“They’re going to find out sooner or later, so we might as well let them know tonight.”

Diane blinked, momentarily taken aback. She had expected him to brush this off, maybe even tell her to slip away quietly before anyone noticed. Instead, he was facing this head-on.

A slow, pleased smile curved her lips. He wasn’t running. He wasn’t ashamed. He was claiming her.

Her heart fluttered, an unfamiliar sense of warmth spreading through her. She had risked everything by giving herself to him, and now she knew she hadn’t made a mistake.

“Yes,” she whispered, eyes shining with something dangerously close to devotion.

“I’ll listen to you… husband.”

Ross smirked at her words, his dark gaze flickering with amusement and something more primal. He reached out, fingers tracing lazy circles over her thigh, making her shudder.

“Then why waste time?” he murmured, his voice low and sinful.

“Let’s do it again.”

Diane bit her lip, torn between exhaustion and the growing heat inside her.

“But… mmm…” She had wanted to protest, to tell him she needed rest, but Ross had a way of breaking down her resistance with just a touch.

His lips found her neck, trailing soft kisses down to her collarbone, while his hands roamed lower, reigniting the fire he had just barely extinguished.

Before long, the room was filled with the sounds of pleasure once more.

And it was precisely in the midst of this heated, relentless battle that Amy and Sandra entered the room.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

Ross was buried deep inside Diane, fucking her from behind with unyielding force.

His powerful hands gripped her slender waist as he pulled her back against him, making her take every inch of his thick, merciless length.

Diane’s moans were muffled against the mattress, her fingers curling tightly into the sheets as she trembled beneath him.

She had long since surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, her body completely at his mercy.

The unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, mixing with Diane’s whimpers and the heavy breaths of the man dominating her.

The scent of sweat and sex clung to the air, thick and intoxicating.

And then—

The door swung open.

Amy and Sandra stepped inside, their eyes widening at the scene before them.

“W-What’s happening here?” Amy stammered, frozen in place. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sight of her youngest sister, naked and bent over the bed, being pounded mercilessly by Ross.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

Ross didn’t stop. If anything, the unexpected intrusion seemed to excite him. His hips moved faster, his thrusts growing deeper, making Diane arch her back with a cry of raw pleasure.

But despite being in the throes of ecstasy, he still had the presence of mind to glance toward the newcomers. His expression was calm, confident, utterly in control.

“I kept my promise,” he said simply, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Amy’s breath hitched. Sandra, standing beside her, was equally stunned.

His words sent a shiver down Amy’s spine. He had promised, hadn’t he? That he would have them all. Every single Campbell woman. And now, here he was—proving that he was a man of his word.

“Yes, you did, Ross,” Sandra finally murmured, her voice laced with disbelief. “And I don’t know how to feel about that.”

Her gaze flickered to Diane, who was trembling beneath Ross, her flushed face turned toward them, lips parted as she gasped for air. But it wasn’t shame they saw in her eyes—it was bliss. Pure, unfiltered bliss.

One should remember—Diane was only eighteen. Too young to be thinking about marriage, too young to be claimed like this. And yet, none of that seemed to matter now.

Because Ross had already made her his, just as he had done with them.

Sandra exhaled sharply, her mind racing.

What was one more wife to a man like Ross?

He already had nearly two dozen women in his grasp. And once he finally married the three of them, that number would surpass the absurd.

A man with more than two dozen wives in this day and age—it was unthinkable. And yet, with Ross, anything was possible.

Amy swallowed hard. She had always thought of herself as strong, as someone who wouldn’t simply fall into a man’s hands.

But standing here, watching Ross—seeing the sheer power in his movements, the undeniable dominance in his eyes—she felt something stir inside her. A craving she hadn’t even realized existed.

Sandra sighed, her resistance crumbling. Deep down, she had always known this moment would come. There was no escaping it. No running from the truth.

“I just want you all to be happy,” Ross answered at last, his voice soft and gentle.

“You deserve nothing less.”