Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 615

Chapter 615: Chapter 615 Archon
Jade’s expression darkened. No more calm, no more polite restraint—just raw, simmering fury. For a moment, her eyes bore into Thomas like fire, daring him to say another word. And when she finally spoke, her voice was low, icy, and sharp enough to cut through steel.

“Oh, Thomas,” she began, slowly shaking her head, “you really don’t know when to shut your mouth, do you?”

The venom in her voice made Thomas falter for a split second, but he kept the smirk on his face, thinking he still had the upper hand.

“Wouldn’t you just love to know what happened between me and Ross?” she continued, her voice rising just slightly, dripping with contempt.

“Is that what you think this is about? That if you poke the wound enough times, I’ll unravel and fall into your arms like some broken, desperate woman looking for comfort?”

She leaned forward, her eyes flashing.

“Do you honestly believe that just because I’ve made one mistake in the past, I’d be easy for you now? That I’d moan your name in gratitude and beg for you like some pathetic slut?”

She let out a cold laugh—sharp, mocking, utterly unamused.

“Don’t be so conceited, Thomas. You might be taller than Ross—what are you, six-foot-five? Good for you. But let’s not pretend that height alone makes the man.”

She paused, then delivered the line like a blade.

“Because if we’re talking about real measurements… I seriously doubt you’re carrying anything close to what Ross has between his legs.”

Thomas blinked, momentarily thrown. She’d said it so plainly, so confidently, that he couldn’t help the twitch in his jaw. He tried to laugh it off, but something in her gaze cut deeper than expected. This wasn’t flirtation anymore. This was war.

Jade didn’t stop.

“Ross might be many things, but believe me—when he dropped his pants, no one was disappointed. Fifteen inches, Thomas. That wasn’t just a rumor. That was my reality. And trust me, after that, it takes a lot more than cocky words and a decent suit to impress me.”

The room fell quiet for a moment. Even the ambient hum of the lounge seemed to fade.

Thomas leaned back, lips twitching, trying to keep his composure. He wouldn’t let her get the last word. He never did.

“Would you like to bet on that?” he said at last, voice cool but edged with irritation. He certainly did not believe that Ross has 15 inches on him.

“I may fall short in some areas—sure. I’ve made my share of mistakes. But in this?” He leaned closer, a smirk curling his lips.

“I have no doubts. None at all. I’ve never had a single complaint. And I’m not about to start now.”

Jade tilted her head slightly, studying him.

Then she gave a smile. A cold, dangerous, unblinking smile.

“Fine,” she said. “Let’s see it then.”

Thomas froze. For the first time all night, he was genuinely caught off guard. She wasn’t playing anymore. She wasn’t teasing or bluffing. She sat there with complete composure, her legs crossed, her hands resting delicately on her thigh, as if challenging him to follow through.

“You’re serious?” he asked, voice low.

Jade didn’t even blink. “Did I stutter?”

Thomas’s eyes flicked to Brandon, who stood nearby like a statue. Watching. Listening. Judging. But not reacting.

“Here?” he asked, genuinely thrown this time. “In front of him?”

Jade followed his gaze and rolled her eyes. “Why not? Are you that insecure? That afraid someone might see you come up short?”

Thomas clenched his jaw, but Jade wasn’t finished.

“Brandon isn’t the problem here, Thomas. The man barely speaks unless he’s directly addressed. He’s loyal, he’s discreet, and—unlike you—he actually respects boundaries. He’s not lurking around trying to pry into stories that don’t belong to him.”

She leaned back, still calm, still perfectly composed. “But go on. Show me. Prove to me that you’re even half the man you pretend to be.”

For a few long seconds, Thomas just stared at her. Every instinct told him to rise to the challenge, to assert his dominance, to win.

But there was something about the way Jade looked at him—calm, unbothered, entirely in control—that made him hesitate. She wasn’t bluffing, but she wasn’t hoping to be impressed either.

No—this wasn’t about sex.

It was about power.

And in that moment, Thomas realized something else: he wasn’t the one holding the leash tonight.

Still, pride wouldn’t let him back down now. He had already spoken the words—bold, confident, reckless—and the last thing he could afford was to look weak in front of Jade. Especially not her.

The woman he had been trying to seduce all night. The woman who’d met every one of his advances with indifference, icy calm, and a wit sharp enough to gut him with a single glance.

He couldn’t backpedal now. Not when the stakes had shifted from flirtation to a full-blown power struggle.

“Fine,” Thomas said, keeping his voice steady, though his pulse had quickened. “But I’ll need a little motivation to get hard. I’m not putting on a show unless you give me something to work with, Jade.”

He grinned, trying to reclaim control, to steer the moment back into his arena—seduction, temptation, slow-burning dominance. That was where he thrived. Give a little, take a lot. That was the rule.

Only fools gave away the upper hand for free.

Jade didn’t answer with words.

She didn’t need to.

Instead, she reached up with calm, precise fingers, and tugged her neckline down, slow and deliberate.

The fabric slipped lower until one perfect breast spilled into view, barely restrained by the sheer lace of her black bra.

The delicate material contrasted starkly against her flawless, porcelain skin. Full, round, and gravity-defying, her breast was a sight that could undo the willpower of stronger men than Thomas.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to. Her smirk said everything.

Thomas swallowed.

His body responded before his pride could argue. His eyes lingered shamelessly, his cock already stirring to life.