Evil MC's NTR Harem

Steve then vanished without a trace.

Of course, the whole world would never know the dark truth behind Steve's disappearance.

After the savage ordeal inflicted by Brandon and his men, Steve was quietly whisked away to a place unlike any other—a place where time seemed to stand still, and suffering stretched on without end.

It was a hidden prison, a realm of endless torment where pain became timeless.

This was the very same place where Thomas had been sent before him, and now Steve was destined to join him, trapped in a cycle of eternal anguish and punishment.

No headlines would report it. No whispers in the media. Just silence.

A secret erased from the world's memory.

Meanwhile, back in the house, Ross reveled in his victory.

His enemies had been crushed, their power broken and scattered like dust in the wind.

A satisfied, almost cruel smile played across his lips as he watched the pieces fall perfectly into place.

Even more thrilling was the sight of Lily—once hesitant, now fully embracing her place within his circle.

The way she moved with confidence, the way her loyalty was sealed—it was all part of his grand design.

The house of fortune was his domain, and those who chose to stand with him would rise. Those who opposed him would fall.

Tonight was just the beginning.

The night promised excitement, celebration, and new alliances forged in the glow of conquest.

For Ross and his growing faction, this was more than a victory—it was the dawn of a new era.

And none of them would forget it.

"Heaven, Tianna—go back to your beds in the girls' room for now," Ross said, his tone calm but firm. "Lily is a virgin, so I'm going to take my time with her."

Heaven smiled knowingly, the kind of smile that held both mischief and trust.

"Fine. I can wait one night without any action in bed," she said with a playful glint in her eyes.

Tianna laughed softly, nudging Heaven as she added, "Me too. Just take care of Lily, okay? Don't break her."

The two women exchanged teasing looks before turning and heading back toward their room, their footsteps fading into the quiet of the house.

Ross watched them go, then shifted his attention fully to Lily, who remained by the pool, her expression steady but tinged with nervous anticipation.

He stepped closer, the warm night air carrying the faint scent of water and jasmine.

Ross's gaze fixed on Lily's eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation.

"You've got one last chance to say no, Lily," he said, his voice low and serious. "After this, there'll be no turning back."

Lily met his gaze without flinching. "I've made up my mind, D. I'm not going to change it."

Ross allowed a slow smile to spread across his face, a mixture of pride and something deeper—respect for her resolve.

It was unusual for a virgin to be so composed, so willing. Most would tremble or try to escape, but Lily held her ground.

Curiosity sparked within him, and he reached out with his divine sense, a subtle energy probe that revealed more than just the surface.

What he found inside Lily was extraordinary.

A rare gift, something powerful and unique that explained her courage and calmness.

It was this gift that made her special, that made her ready to step into this new chapter without fear.

Ross's smile deepened. "As you wish," he said softly.

He extended his hand, and Lily took it, her fingers trembling slightly before curling around his firmly.

Together, they left the poolside behind and walked through the quiet halls toward the boys' room.

The atmosphere between them was charged—not just with anticipation but with the unspoken promise of something profound.

Ross could feel it, and he knew Lily could too.

Tonight was more than just a first for her. It was the beginning of something that would change them both.

When Ross and Lily stepped into the room, all eyes immediately locked onto them.

The energy shifted; a mix of excitement, envy, and curiosity rippled through the group.

The boys had grown used to Ross's effortless ability to claim the most beautiful women in the house—and seeing him lead Lily inside only fueled their admiration and rivalry.

"Wow, Lily! I can't wait to hear how loud you're gonna moan later!" one of the boys called out with a wide grin, his tone teasing but genuine.

"Yeah! Big D's adding another to his collection," another chimed in, nudging his friend with a smirk. "He's on a roll!"

"D, save some for us! Don't take them all!" a third shouted, laughter bubbling up around the room.

They spoke with a mix of jealousy and respect, knowing well that Ross was untouchable in this game.

Ross simply smiled at their antics, unfazed and confident.

He enjoyed their energy, the playful competitiveness—it was all part of the house's rhythm.

"Close the lights and enjoy the music, boys," Ross said smoothly, his voice low and commanding.

There was no need to raise his tone; they knew the drill.

One by one, the boys flicked off the lights, plunging the room into a dim, sultry glow that danced against the walls.

Ross reached for a large blanket and pulled it over himself and Lily, pulling her close beneath its warm cover.

The room fell silent except for the soft hum of music beginning to play—slow, rhythmic, and charged with promise.

He could feel Lily's heartbeat quicken beneath his hand, her breath catching in the stillness.

Tonight was a milestone, not just for her but for them both. The air thickened with anticipation.

The show was about to begin.

"I thought it'd be much hotter and darker in here," Lily murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

She lay on her back, feeling the warmth of Ross's body pressed gently against hers beneath the blanket.

The room was dimly lit, but somehow, she could still see him clearly—his eyes, the slight curve of his lips, the steady rhythm of his breath.