Evil MC's NTR Harem

Time lost meaning for Reina as her world shrank to nothing but the sensation of Ross inside her. Her body responded eagerly, her walls clenching around him as if trying to pull him even deeper.

The intensity of his thrusts sent her spiraling higher and higher, her pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

"IKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" she screamed an hour later as her climax tore through her with violent force.

Her body convulsed beneath him, her release spilling out in a torrent that soaked the sheets beneath them.

She shook uncontrollably, her moans turning into incoherent cries as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body.

But Ross wasn't finished.

Pak.

Pak.

Pak.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room as Ross continued to pound into her with unrelenting speed. His cock drove into her oversensitive core, pushing her to the brink again and again.

Reina's body writhed beneath him, her hands grasping desperately at the sheets, the pillows, and even his arms as she was overwhelmed by a series of multiple orgasms that left her trembling and breathless.

"Ahh… too much… Ross, I can't…! Give me a minute to breathe." she gasped, her voice trembling with exhaustion and ecstasy.

Ross leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.

"You'll get used to it, Reina," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

"I know you will."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, reigniting the fire that burned within her. Despite her fatigue, her body responded to him, her hips moving instinctively to meet his thrusts.

The pleasure was almost too much to bear, her mind teetering on the edge of blissful oblivion.

For five hours, Ross dominated her completely. His stamina seemed inhuman, his movements as precise and powerful as they had been at the start.

He took her in every way imaginable, leaving no part of her untouched. Reina could do little more than moan and cry out his name, her body surrendering entirely to his control.

By the end, she was a trembling mess. Her skin glistened with sweat, her hair was disheveled, and her body ached in the most satisfying way.

She lay sprawled on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath.

Ross smirked down at her, his hand gently brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from their heated kisses, and her eyes glassy with satisfaction.

"You're amazing, Reina," he murmured, his voice low and possessive.

"But remember—this will be your life from now on. You are nothing but my come slut."

She managed a weak smile, her body too drained to do much else. Despite her exhaustion, a sense of fulfillment washed over her, leaving her floating in a haze of contentment.

She reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek as she whispered, "I am. Just don't stop…"

Ross chuckled, his gaze darkening with renewed desire. "As you wish."

And just like that, the night continued, each moment etching itself into Reina's memory—a reminder of the man who had claimed her completely.

Ross took Maris body from the sofa and brought her to the bed where the 3 of them slept.

Ross lay sprawled on the massive bed, Mari nestled against his left side and Reina curled into his right. Their limbs were tangled, their bodies still warm from the passion they had shared the night before.

The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and their even, rhythmic breaths as they slept soundly, exhaustion having claimed them.

For more than eight hours, they remained undisturbed in sleep, their bodies recuperating from the intensity of the previous night.

When morning came, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow over the disheveled bed. Slowly, the trio stirred, their movements languid and unhurried.

Mari blinked awake first, her gaze settling on Ross's sleeping face. A satisfied smile tugged at her lips as she ran a hand lightly over his chest, tracing the faint outline of his muscles.

Reina soon followed, her sleepy eyes meeting Mari's over Ross's form.

There was a moment of silent acknowledgment between the two women before Ross opened his eyes, his piercing gaze settling on both of them.

Without a word, the atmosphere in the room shifted. A smirk played at Ross's lips as his hands moved to pull both women closer.

The warmth of their bodies reignited the embers of desire that hadn't yet cooled, and within moments, they were lost in each other again.

Lips met, hands roamed, and soft moans filled the room as the three of them fell into a new round of passion. Continue your journey on My Virtual Library Empire

An hour later, the room was a mess of tangled sheets and pillows, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Mari lay draped across Ross's chest, her face flushed and her breathing still uneven.

Reina sat at the edge of the bed, her fingers running through her tousled hair as she tried to collect herself.

Ross leaned back against the headboard, his expression a mix of satisfaction and authority.

"The two of you will stay at my home from now on," he announced, his tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

Reina froze, her body tensing at his words. She turned to face him, her brows knitting together in concern. "But my husband," she began hesitantly, her voice trembling.

"He'll know. He's not a man to overlook something like this. He has connections—powerful ones—all over the world. I fear what he might do if he finds out…"

Ross's expression didn't falter. Instead, his smirk deepened, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

"Let him know," he said, his voice calm yet commanding.

"I don't care."

Reina stared at him, her worry evident. But before she could voice another protest, Ross's smirk turned into something more sinister.

His gaze drifted upward, his expression one of wicked amusement, as if an idea had just taken root in his mind.