Evil MC's NTR Harem

Despite the incredible intimacy they'd shared, Jasmine couldn't help but wonder if it was just a fleeting thrill for him. She didn't want it to be a one-time thing; the idea of being discarded after experiencing such passion and connection was painful to imagine.

Sophia's expression softened, and she let out a quiet sigh. "I don't know either," she admitted, her voice carrying the same uncertainty. "I wish I did. Last night and the other night with him felt… special. More than just a fling, you know? But it's hard to say what's really going on in his head."

Jasmine nodded, absorbing Sophia's words. She turned her body fully toward her friend, her curiosity piqued, wanting to understand the man who had swept them into this new world. "Tell me more about him," she urged softly. "Everything." As she shifted, one of her bare breasts came into view, but she barely noticed, and Sophia didn't react. Any remaining inhibitions between them had vanished during the night they'd spent together, and they felt closer now than ever before.

Sophia leaned back against the headboard, reflecting. "Well… I didn't know Ross very well at first. He was quiet, always kept to himself, almost like he was hiding. But after he came into all this money, he changed. Not in a bad way, just… he became more confident, more intense." She paused, choosing her words carefully so as to not let Jasmine know that she also did not know our op mc that well. "It's hard to describe, but there's a depth to him."

Jasmine's eyes sparkled with interest. "So, he's mysterious, huh? I noticed that too. He has this… aura about him, something powerful." She bit her lip thoughtfully. "I can't explain it, but I feel like there's more to him than just the money and the confidence. He's complicated, and that makes him… I don't know, fascinating."

Sophia nodded, a faint smile touching her lips. "Exactly. And as intense as he is, I think he genuinely cares about us. It's in the little things he does—the way he looked after us last night, made sure we were comfortable, happy. That's not something you do if you're just playing."

Jasmine's expression softened, and a quiet warmth settled between them. The uncertainty lingered, but so did a glimmer of hope. They shared a look, a spark of understanding passing between them. Whatever this was with Ross—whatever the future held—they both knew they were part of something extraordinary, something that had changed them.

"Still, he's not all good," Sophia warned, her tone growing serious as she turned to look directly at Jasmine. "There's a darkness in him that you haven't seen yet." Her voice was low, almost a whisper, as if she were reluctant to even mention it. She was remembering what Ross had done to Mark and his friends, the cold ruthlessness he had shown—a side of him that was both terrifying and enthralling.

Jasmine's curiosity flared, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Darkness? What kind of darkness, Sophia? You can't just say that and leave me hanging."

Sophia hesitated, chewing her lip as she considered how much to reveal. "I can't tell you everything, Jasmine. Some things… they're better learned firsthand. But Ross… he's not like anyone we've known. He can be caring and attentive, but there's a fierceness in him, a side that doesn't hesitate to go to extreme lengths when it comes to protecting what's his. Let's just say, if anyone crosses him—or those he cares about—he has ways of handling it that are… well, intense." She paused, meeting Jasmine's gaze. "But trust me, you'll understand soon enough."

Jasmine's heart raced at Sophia's words, a mixture of intrigue and apprehension settling over her. Ross was already so complex, so unpredictable; the idea that he might have even deeper, darker layers only made her more fascinated. She wanted to know him, to understand every part of him, no matter how dangerous.

Before Jasmine could press for more details, the door to the bedroom opened, and Ross walked in, carrying two large trays loaded with breakfast. Plates of scrambled eggs, freshly baked croissants, bowls of fruit, and glasses of orange juice were carefully balanced on each tray. He had a playful grin on his face, his eyes lighting up as he looked at the two women.

"Who ordered breakfast?" he teased, flashing them a charming smile as he stepped further into the room. The aroma of fresh coffee and warm pastries filled the air, making both girls' stomachs rumble in anticipation.

"Wow, this looks amazing," Jasmine said, momentarily distracted by the impressive spread.

"Only the best for my girls," Ross replied smoothly, setting down the trays on the bed and taking a seat beside them. He glanced between the two, clearly aware that he'd walked in on a serious conversation but choosing not to address it. Instead, he began serving them each a plate, piling on food with care.

As they began to eat, Sophia couldn't help but feel a strange sense of contrast—this was the same man who had shown her a darkness she hadn't been prepared for, yet here he was, casually serving them breakfast, his demeanor as warm and relaxed as any caring partner.

Jasmine, sensing the unspoken tension, glanced between Ross and Sophia, wondering just how much more there was to discover about him. She couldn't deny the thrill of it, the allure of being close to someone so complex and layered.

As they enjoyed the delicious breakfast Ross had prepared, a quiet understanding passed between the three of them, each aware that beneath the surface of this idyllic moment lay secrets yet to be revealed, mysteries that bound them together in ways they were only beginning to understand.

"So, I was asking Sophia about it earlier, Ross. She's clearly your girlfriend, but after last night… what about me? What am I to you?" Jasmine's voice softened as she ventured into the delicate subject. Her eyes held a flicker of vulnerability, showing just how much this meant to her.

Gone were the lingering thoughts of James, the lying, cheating boyfriend who had once consumed her heart. Now, her feelings were a chaotic mix of passion and curiosity for the man beside her—the one who'd ignited something in her she hadn't known was possible.

She could barely recall how many times he'd made her feel pleasure beyond anything she had experienced before. It was as if he'd unlocked a hidden part of her, and the memory of it lingered, like an intoxicating spell. She was craving more, but at the same time, she felt the need to understand what last night had meant to him. Was she just a fleeting indulgence, or did she mean something more?

Ross's gaze softened as he looked at her, his smile a blend of charm and sincerity. "You?" he began, his voice low and soothing.

"That's an easy question, Jasmine. You can be whatever you want to be by my side. I'm a simple man, after all, so I'll let you decide." As he spoke, Ross felt a deep certainty settle within him—Jasmine was his, now and always.

He got two beauties in the bag and he was thrilled for what the future would bring him and his women. He knew for a fact that he won't ever settle with just two. With that thought, our op mc joined Sophia and Jasmine on the bed.

"It's my time to eat breakfast. Hehehe." Ross muttered and before long, cries of moans and pleasure serenaded the whole room for hours to come.