Evil MC's NTR Harem

Sophia's eyelids fluttered open, and immediately, a dull ache radiated through her body, heavy and all-consuming, with a sharper, more persistent throb between her legs.

Every shift, every attempt to move, only reminded her of the previous night and the intensity of it all.

She couldn't help but wince, her mind replaying fragments of the memories she was trying to piece together.

Slowly, the haze lifted, and with it came the full, unfiltered recollection of what had unfolded.

Ross had been relentless, pushing her to places she'd never gone before, and drawing out a response from her that bordered on insatiable.

Sophia had never felt so completely overwhelmed, every inch of her feeling alive, tingling from their prolonged, feverish passion.

The sexual positions they explored together flashed in her mind, each more daring than the last, leaving her body trembling and her voice lost in a sea of moans she hadn't known she could make.

It was as though she'd entered a world where only sensation existed, where pleasure drowned out every other thought.

Her cheeks flushed as she lay there, realizing just how easily her body seemed to be responding, stirring with a newfound hunger even after such an exhaustive night.

It was almost absurd—she should have been exhausted, yet a subtle pulse of desire still lingered, unmistakable.

She let out a quiet sigh, barely a whisper, as she reflected on the staggering ten hours they'd spent together, a near-unending dance of passion and desire.

"How on earth does he know exactly how to get under my skin like that? To make me come with just a touch, as easily as breathing near me?" she murmured to herself, feeling a heat rise in her cheeks as she remembered her own desperation.

She would have imagined feeling embarrassed, even ashamed, at being taken to such heights, but all she felt was a strange mix of satisfaction and disbelief.

By her fifth climax, she'd practically begged him for more, her voice raw and pleading, consumed by the sheer intensity of their connection.

She bit her lip, a slight blush still lingering on her cheeks as her fingers brushed against her skin, which still held the faintest traces of his touch.

Sophia lay still, gazing at the red stains on the bed with a mixture of wonder and disbelief. The faint marks seemed to whisper the story of her lost innocence, proof that her purity had been taken.

Yet, strangely, she didn't feel the sorrow or anger she'd expected. Instead, a kind of quiet acceptance settled over her.

She would have imagined feeling regret, maybe even resentment, but all she could recall was the breathtaking pleasure that had followed the initial pain, the way Ross had awakened something deep inside her.

Her thoughts swirled, examining her conflicted feelings when the sound of the door creaking open snapped her back to the present. She glanced up to see Ross entering the room, his presence both commanding and familiar, filling the doorway.

The sight of him—an intimidating six feet of strength and confidence—sent a shiver through her. Her gaze dropped almost instinctively to his pajama pants, where a part of her half-expected the memory of last night's passion to stir once more.

Just the thought made her pulse quicken, and she couldn't help the flush that rose to her cheeks.

The image of a throbbing 15 inches big fat cock surfaced to her mind one more time.

Yet, to her surprise, Ross wasn't there to continue what they'd started. He held a tray of steaming food, carrying it over with a calm focus that somehow left her feeling strangely disappointed.

A part of her craved him again, wanted him fiercely, and the sensible side of her recoiled at that thought. What was wrong with her?

She'd been taken so completely, and yet here she was, feeling a yearning she couldn't explain.

"I must be crazy," she murmured to herself, chastising her own thoughts.

Ross caught her gaze, a knowing glint in his eyes as he set the tray beside her.

"Eat," he instructed smoothly, a small smirk playing at his lips.

"I don't want my new toy breaking down this early in our relationship." He arranged the food with surprising care, setting up a makeshift breakfast in bed despite the fact that it was already late afternoon.

Sophia's heart clenched at the word "toy," his offhand remark cutting deeper than she expected. She knew, logically, who and what he was, and yet hearing herself labeled so casually felt like a slap.

She wanted to be more than that, wanted to mean something. But how could she?

After all, he had taken her with the intensity of a man used to claiming what he wanted. How foolish was it to hope for more, to feel a flicker of something genuine?

"Is that all I am to you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, thick with unspoken emotion.

"Just a toy for your amusement?" A knot tightened in her chest as she struggled to hold back tears, unable to deny the desire to be cherished, even after everything they had shared.

Ross paused, studying her with a steady, unreadable gaze, a hint of surprise flickering across his face before he raised a brow.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I love you?"

The unexpected question caught her off guard, rendering her momentarily speechless. She searched his face, unsure whether he was mocking her or genuinely opening a window into something deeper.

The words echoed in her mind, and for a moment, she considered whether it was even possible. Yet, no words came to her lips, and he didn't seem to expect an answer.

"Here," he said finally, his tone softer as he picked up a forkful of food, holding it to her lips. "Eat."

Sophia opened her mouth without protest, feeling a strange, intimate tension build between them.

His actions were tender, almost caring, in a way that felt at odds with the raw intensity of the night before.

He fed her in silence, watching her closely, as if examining her reaction to each bite.