Evil MC's NTR Harem

Sophia's confusion deepened, unable to reconcile the man who had taken her so fiercely with the one now feeding her gently, handling her with unexpected patience.

As the meal went on, Sophia felt herself slowly relaxing under his attentive gaze, yet her mind was still reeling.

She couldn't shake his words from before, wondering if there could be truth behind them. Did he feel something for her? Or was it another game, another way to pull her deeper into his grasp?

"You keep surprising me," she murmured softly, her voice almost a whisper as she finally found the courage to speak.

Ross chuckled, low and deep, the sound rumbling through the quiet room. "You'll find I have many surprises, Sophia. But you should get used to it. After all, this is only the beginning."

The subtle promise in his words left her pulse racing, and as he handed her the last bite, his fingers brushed against her lips, lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

Sophia's heart skipped, her breath catching as she met his gaze, seeing the spark of something dark yet thrilling in his eyes.

This man, she realized, could undo her entirely. And despite everything, a part of her wanted to let him.

"What about you? Shouldn't you eat too?" Sophia asked, noticing that Ross hadn't taken a single bite himself.

"A cook never starves," Ross replied with a faint smile. "This is all for you, so finish every bite. Wasting food I've prepared isn't an option." His tone held a playful edge, yet the command in his words was clear.

Without protest, Sophia let him continue feeding her, each mouthful both comforting and strangely intimate.

The food itself was extraordinary, each bite a burst of flavor unlike anything she'd ever tasted. For such a simple dish—bacon and eggs—it was somehow rich, savory, and incredibly satisfying.

Sophia couldn't help but marvel at how something so basic could taste so exceptional. As she ate, she began to feel a strange warmth spread through her body, a gentle energy that chased away her exhaustion and left her feeling invigorated.

"I've never tasted anything this good," she murmured between bites, a touch of awe in her voice. "I don't know what you did to it, but I feel like I could lift a mountain after this meal." She chuckled, assuming it was her imagination, though the sudden surge of energy felt very real.

Ross watched her intently, a slight smirk on his lips as she marveled over the meal. Unknown to Sophia, he'd infused the food with a subtle energy, a hidden layer of protection that would shield her in ways she couldn't understand.

Her body was growing stronger, her immunity heightened, and the limitations of a normal human life were beginning to fall away.

She wouldn't notice the changes, not consciously, but she'd soon feel the effects—greater resilience, endless stamina, and a surprising super strength she'd never known before. Most of all, she'd never age from now on.

Ross had ensured that she would be able to keep up with him, a quiet gift woven into her very being.

As she finished the last bite, Sophia stretched experimentally, the fatigue from the previous night melting away, replaced with a lightness she hadn't felt in ages.

"That was incredible," she sighed contentedly, feeling a strange vibrance in every fiber of her being. She couldn't explain it, but something felt different. "I feel so… refreshed. Almost like I could take on the world."

Ross smirked, leaning forward as he took her hand gently, his gaze capturing hers with a quiet intensity. "Consider that my way of taking care of you," he said, his voice low. "After all, you're mine now."

His words sent a thrill through her, her heart skipping as he brushed his thumb over her knuckles.

He was bold, unflinching in his declaration, yet she couldn't deny the warmth his protectiveness sparked within her.

She looked away, cheeks warming as his grip lingered, solid and grounding.

"Yours?" she whispered, almost to herself. The possessiveness in his words stirred something in her, an irresistible pull that she couldn't quite put into words.

Though he spoke with confidence, there was a gentleness in his gaze that softened the intensity she'd seen in him before.

"Yes," he replied simply, his voice steady, leaving no room for doubt. "You're part of my world now. I intend to look after you."

Sophia bit her lip, feeling an odd sense of belonging settle over her. His gaze held a promise, one that hinted at uncharted depths she was both thrilled and slightly daunted to explore.

"Your toy, you mean?" Sophia pouted, crossing her arms in an exaggerated show of defiance, though the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her amusement.

Ross grinned, leaning in closer as his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Yes, my toy. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? In fact, it sounds quite fitting. Don't you think so, my dear Sophia?" His voice dripped with playful arrogance, and the smirk on his face made her cheeks flush even more.

She glared at him, but the annoyed look only fueled his laughter, a rich, carefree sound that seemed to echo in her chest.

"Now," he continued, a smirk still on his lips, "get dressed, my toy. Unless…" He paused, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive murmur. "Unless you're planning to stay the night again? You know what that means, don't you?" His gaze wandered over her body, lingering just long enough to send a shiver down her spine. "You'll be in for another long, hard, unforgettable experience."

The words sent a surge of heat through her, the memory of the previous night rushing back vividly.

Images of him holding her, touching her, whispering promises into her ear until she could hardly think straight flooded her mind.

She swallowed hard, her body already responding to his presence, the ache between her thighs intensifying as her cheeks grew even redder.

She tried to keep her composure, but the traitorous warmth pooling low in her belly made it difficult to hide her reaction.