Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 597

Chapter 597: Chapter 597 Document
“Time to go to bed, honey,” Ross said, his voice low, steady, almost tender.

Ashley froze where she stood.

That simple phrase, so ordinary, so casual—it shouldn’t have made her heart race like this. But it did. Her hands trembled slightly at her sides.

She felt it in her stomach too, a twisting knot of nerves and dread. Not because she was afraid of Ross hurting her, no… but because she didn’t know how to face the truth.

For the past few nights, Ross had respected her boundaries. He hadn’t crossed the line, hadn’t even touched her.

He’d slept in a separate room, as if he understood she needed space, time to process everything. But tonight was different. Tonight, it felt like that space was quietly vanishing.

She turned to look at him.

He stood at the doorway to her room, relaxed, composed. A faint, knowing smile tugged at his lips. That face—Cyril’s face—looked back at her, familiar and safe. But Ashley knew better now.

She knew the man in front of her was not her husband.

He was his twin brother. Lyric.

“Lyric…” she whispered, her voice unsteady. “I… I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. There’s so much going on. Everything feels so—” she swallowed the lump in her throat— “so wrong. I’m still married to Cyril. I haven’t even… I haven’t even figured out what I’m feeling yet. This can’t be right.”

She took a step back, her hand lightly brushing the edge of the table behind her as if for support. Her gaze fell to the floor, unable to hold his for long.

And yet, even now, she could feel the pull of him—his presence like a gravitational force she couldn’t escape.

Ross said nothing for a long moment. Then, slowly, he stepped into the room.

“You’re still thinking about this with your head,” he said softly, “but your heart… your body already knows the truth. You know it’s not just Cyril you loved. Somewhere along the way, it was me.”

Ashley’s breath hitched. Her eyes snapped back up to his, wide and glassy. “You tricked me.”

“I know,” Ross admitted, his voice heavy. “And I’ll carry that guilt. But I also know what we’ve shared is real. The laughter. The quiet talks. The way your eyes lit up when I held your hand, when I kissed your forehead before bed. That wasn’t Cyril. That was me.”

She wanted to scream at him, to deny it. To cling to the idea that everything could still go back to the way it was. But deep down… she knew.

She had fallen for the wrong twin.

Or maybe… the right one.

Ross took another step forward, his movements slow, deliberate, like he was giving her every chance to run. But she didn’t. Her body betrayed her again—she remained rooted in place, breath shallow, heart thudding in her chest like a war drum.

“I know every line of your face, Ashley,” Ross murmured. “I know the way your voice trembles when you’re scared. I know how to make you laugh, how to calm you down when you can’t sleep. I’ve been there for you—not just in flesh, but in soul. And whether you admit it or not… a part of you has been mine for a long time now.”

Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

Ross crossed the final distance between them.

His hand rose, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. The touch was so gentle, so intimate, it made her breath catch in her throat. His palm lingered at her jaw, his thumb tracing the edge of her cheekbone.

Ashley closed her eyes, leaning ever so slightly into his touch. She hated that it felt right.

“I’ve grown to love you,” Ross said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And you’re carrying my child. That isn’t a mistake. That’s fate.”

She opened her eyes slowly, blinking back a swell of emotion. “You lied to me.”

“I did,” he said again. “But the way I feel about you… that was never a lie.”

Then he kissed her.

It wasn’t urgent or demanding—it was tender, searching, filled with apology and yearning. Ashley’s body stiffened at first, but then her resolve crumbled like dry leaves in the wind.

Her hands moved of their own accord, pressing softly to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart through the thin fabric of his shirt.

And then she kissed him back.

Because in this moment, with the past behind her and the future still uncertain, Ross was the only thing that felt real.

It would have been easier to resist the tides of the sea than to resist Ross when he touched her like this—when he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.

Whatever came next, Ashley didn’t know.

But tonight, she wasn’t going to run anymore.

The kiss they shared was intense and prolonged, a passionate dance of tongues and lips that left them both breathless. Ross’s patience wore thin as the heat between them intensified.

With a sudden, fierce movement, he grabbed the collar of Ashley’s shirt and with a sharp pull tore it clean off her body.

His strength was astonishing, and Ashley’s eyes widened in a mix of shock and excitement.

“Rip!” he repeated, his hands moving to her jeans, which met the same fate. His brute force left her standing there in nothing but her lacy, sexy underwear, her curves on full display.

Ross’s eyes darkened with desire, his cock already hard and ready to claim her.

“Hey, calm down, you beast,” Ashley protested halfheartedly, her voice laced with a smile. “That was expensive and one of my favorite outfits.” She tried to sound annoyed, but the grin on her face betrayed her true feelings.

The sexual tension in the air was palpable, and she relished the fact that Ross was so eager to fuck her again that night.

Ross’s voice was a low, primal growl as he responded, “I’ll buy you a new pair. Heck, I’ll buy you a dozen pairs. Now I just can’t wait anymore. I want to fuck you, Ashley.” He sounded like a starving lion, his eyes locked onto her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

In one swift movement, he pounced on her, his body pressing hers down onto the bed. His hands were rough but gentle as he tore apart her bra and thong, leaving her completely exposed to him.

Ross’s mouth found one of her pink nipples, sucking it hard until it stood erect. His other hand moved down to her pussy, rubbing and teasing until she was wet and ready.

It had been a week since she last had any action, and her body was more than eager to make up for the lost time.

With Ross’s legendary skills in the bedroom, she knew that tonight would be a night full of moans and pleasure.

“Take it easy, Lyric,” Ashley murmured, her voice thick with desire.

“I’m here, and I won’t go away anymore. You can fuck me whenever or wherever you want.” She ran her fingers gently over Ross’s face, feeling the stubble and the muscles beneath his skin.

Her touch was tender, a stark contrast to the raw, primal need that was consuming them both.

Ross’s response was a deep, guttural sound, a mix of a growl and a moan. He continued to pleasure her, his fingers expertly working her clit while his mouth moved from one nipple to the other.

Ashley’s body arched against his, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was filled with the sound of their mingled moans, the scent of their arousal, and the heat of their bodies pressed together.

“Fuck me, Lyric,” Ashley whispered, her voice urgent and desperate.

“I need you inside me.” Ross needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance.

With one swift thrust, he entered her, filling her completely.

“Yessssssssss!” Ashley cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, his hips thrusting against hers in a rhythm that was both familiar and intoxicating.

PAK!

PAK!

PAK!

Ross continued to fuck Ashley with a relentless, passionate intensity. His hips moved in a steady, powerful rhythm, each thrust driving him deeper into her.

Ashley’s moans filled the room, growing louder and more urgent with each passing moment. The sensation of his thick, hard cock filling her completely was overwhelming, and it didn’t take long for her to reach the peak of her pleasure.

“Coming! LYRIC!” Ashley screamed as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her pussy clenched and quivered around Ross’s big, fat cock, the waves of pleasure radiating through her entire body.

Her nails dug into his back, and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper into her.

The sensation was electric, and she rode the waves of her climax, her body shaking with the intensity of it all.

But this was merely the beginning. Ross, sensing her orgasm, redoubled his efforts. His thrusts became even more powerful, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he chased his own release.

Ashley, still riding the high of her orgasm, could feel another one building within her. The sensation of Ross’s cock, slick and hot, moving in and out of her, was almost too much to bear.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, her voice hoarse with desire. “Fuck me harder. I want more.” Ross needed no further encouragement. He obliged, his hips slamming against hers with a force that shook the bed.

The room was filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, their mingled moans, and the scent of their arousal.

Ashley’s second orgasm hit her even harder than the first. Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on Ross’s cock as waves of pleasure washed over her.

She screamed his name, her voice a ragged cry of ecstasy. Ross, feeling her orgasm, finally allowed himself to let go.

With a deep, guttural groan, he came, his cock pulsing and releasing his seed deep inside her.

The two of them lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Ross’s cock was still hard inside her, and Ashley could feel it twitching, ready for more.

She looked up at him, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

“Round two?” she whispered, her voice laced with promise.

Ross’s response was a low, primal growl as he began to move again, his hips starting the familiar rhythm that promised another night of pure, unadulterated pleasure.