Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ross, on the other hand…

He was a beast.

A force of nature that took what he wanted without hesitation, without restraint.

He devoured her completely, leaving no room for hesitation or second thoughts.

And worst of all… she could still feel him.

Still buried deep inside her.

Still hard.

Still pulsing with need.

Even after spilling himself inside her, he hadn't softened in the slightest.

His arousal remained as strong and unyielding as ever, as if he had no intention of stopping. As if he had only just begun.

Ross had spent the entire day with Grace, immersing her completely in the world of pleasure and desire.

From the golden afternoon light to the deep darkness of the night, and even through the soft glow of dawn, he never let her go.

Every second was consumed by the heat of their bodies, the relentless rhythm of their passion.

Time blurred, and reality itself seemed to fade, leaving only the overwhelming sensations that bound them together.

They didn't stop to eat, didn't rest—not even for a moment.

Grace no longer needed such things.

Her body had changed, transcended, molded into something new under Ross's touch.

With every deep thrust, with every hot release buried inside her, she became something more.

An immortal, bound to him in ways she couldn't yet comprehend.

By the time Ross finally let her go, an entire day had passed.

Grace lay there for a long moment, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure, her legs weak, her skin flushed and damp.

The world outside their shared lust suddenly felt foreign, distant.

But as reality came rushing back, panic crept into her mind.

Her husband.

With trembling fingers, she reached for her phone, and her heart nearly stopped.

Dozens of missed calls. All from Ted.

Her breath hitched. She had been unreachable for an entire day.

No messages, no responses. She had completely disappeared—lost in Ross's grasp while her husband desperately tried to reach her.

A chill ran down her spine.

What am I going to say?

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to move, ignoring the dull ache between her legs as she got dressed.

Every step felt unsteady, her body betraying her with its lingering satisfaction.

I have to act normal. I have to convince him.

The moment she stepped through the door, Ted was already there, his expression a mix of relief and frustration.

His eyes searched her face, his brows furrowed in worry.

"Where were you, Grace?! I was worried sick!" His voice cracked slightly, and she could see it—really see it.

The sleepless night, the stress, the way his hands trembled slightly as if he had spent hours imagining the worst.

Her stomach twisted with guilt, but she forced a small, reassuring smile.

"I'm so sorry, Ted. We ran into some old friends, and we ended up having an impromptu reunion. I completely lost track of time… I didn't even notice how many times you called."

The lie came out smoothly, but she felt its weight press against her chest.

Ted stared at her for a moment, his eyes searching hers, as if trying to gauge the truth.

But Ted—sweet, trusting Ted—had never been good at detecting lies.

He let out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair before giving her a small, exhausted smile.

"I see… Just don't do that again, okay? I was this close to calling the police." He let out a nervous chuckle, the tension in his shoulders finally easing.

Grace nodded quickly, her heart pounding. "I won't," she promised.

But even as she said it, she could still feel Ross.

His touch lingered on her skin. His scent clung to her. And deep inside her, she still ached for something she knew she could never admit.

As the days passed, Ross made sure to see Grace every weekend, never letting too much time pass without having her again.

No matter what happened during the week, she always found herself back in his arms—his bed, his control.

She became an expert at slipping away, weaving excuses with practiced ease.

"Ted, I'm just going to buy some groceries."

"I saw a perfume at the store—I'll pick it up and be right back."

"A friend invited me to go shopping. I'll just be an hour."

The lies came effortlessly now.

In the beginning, she had been careful, nervous, afraid that Ted would notice the inconsistencies.

But as time went on, she realized how easy it was. Ted never questioned her beyond a concerned look or a simple, "Be careful."

As long as she returned home within a reasonable time, as long as she smiled and played the part of a loving wife, he didn't suspect a thing.

And thankfully, Ross no longer kept her for an entire day like before.

Their encounters, while still intense, had become more manageable, allowing her to slip back into her normal life without too much suspicion.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months.

Her secret affair with Ross continued, unchecked and uninterrupted.

At first, it had been nothing more than a reckless mistake, a moment of weakness that she swore would never happen again.

But with every weekend spent in his arms, it became something more. A habit. A craving.

A second life she couldn't escape—even if a part of her didn't want to.

Then, one afternoon, after another heated encounter that left her breathless and weak in his bed, Ross leaned back against the pillows, watching her with a lazy smirk.

His fingers trailed idly along her bare shoulder, sending little shivers down her spine.

"I think it's time you met my wives, Grace."

The words were casual, spoken as if he had just suggested going out for dinner. But they made her entire body tense.

Ross continued, unfazed.

"You'll love them. They'll love you. Come up with an excuse this Friday. We'll have a long weekend together."

Grace's breath caught in her throat.

Meet his wives?