Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Big D claimed another one," one of the boys whispered, leaning close so only those around him could hear.

"I know, right? This time it's finally Cara," another murmured, eyes wide with disbelief.

"She was the last one," a third added, shaking his head in awe.

"The last beautiful girl left untouched in the House of Fortune. After tonight, Big D's had all of them in his bed. Every single one."

They weren't speaking with malice—just stunned envy. In this house where every glance, every whisper, and every move was magnified, Big D and his big dick had become a living legend among the male contestants.

The man who had walked in with quiet confidence and, week by week, somehow drawn all the most desirable women in the house to his side.

And now, Cara—the one they thought would never give in—had chosen him too.

Their hushed voices faded into silence as they sat together in the lounge, listening.

The house was mostly quiet, the kind of stillness that made even the smallest sounds echo louder than they should.

Every creak of the floorboards, every shift of fabric, every breathless giggle from upstairs made them sit up straighter.

And then… they heard it.

"Ahhh… D…"

Cara's voice. Soft at first, then sharper, more desperate.

It echoed faintly down the hallway, carried by the acoustics of the house and straight into their waiting ears.

They looked at one another—no one dared speak now.

It was unmistakably her. But it wasn't the calm, composed voice they were used to.

This was something else entirely. It was sensual, breathy, full of longing and pleasure.

It was Cara like they had never heard her before—and it was enough to make every man in the room react.

Their jaws clenched. Some shifted in their seats, others quietly adjusted themselves, trying—and failing—to remain composed.

"Damn… I didn't know she could sound like that," one whispered, almost reverently.

"I don't think any of us did."

Her voice rang out again, slightly louder this time—moaning his name like it was the only word that existed in her world.

There was a rhythm to it, as though the pleasure came in waves, and with each wave, she let go a little more.

It was more than arousing. It was hypnotic.

The contrast between the Cara they all knew—reserved, elegant, strong-willed—and the woman they were hearing now was staggering.

It was like watching a rose bloom in real time, shedding its petals slowly in the dark.

She had surrendered to Ross completely, and the sound of it alone was enough to leave every man in the house tortured with thoughts.

"She really gave herself to him…" one muttered, almost like he didn't believe it.

And deep down, a few of them weren't just envious.

They were disappointed—because whatever chance they thought they might've had with Cara… it was gone now.

She had chosen. And from the sound of it, she was never going back.

***

Meanwhile, beneath the heavy silk blankets, Cara was drowning in a sea of pleasure and bliss.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as Ross leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a deep, possessive kiss.

His hands explored her body with deliberate ease, slipping beneath her clothes and peeling them away one piece at a time, as though unwrapping a precious gift.

The moment his fingers grazed her bare skin, she trembled.

His touch was both gentle and demanding, igniting fires along every nerve.

Her breath hitched as he trailed kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and lower still, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

By the time her last piece of clothing was discarded, she was already a moaning mess.

Ross didn't rush.

He kissed his way down her body, savoring every curve and dip like he had all the time in the world.

When he finally reached her cunt, he paused—teasing her, letting the anticipation build until she was nearly begging.

Then, with a confident, hungry grin, he dipped his head between her thighs and began to feast.

"Ahhh… D!" she gasped, her back arching from the bed as his tongue moved expertly through her folds.

He licked, sucked, and flicked with wild, practiced strokes that made her toes curl and her hands clutch at the sheets.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, until her entire body shuddered from the force of her first climax—her thighs clamping around his head as she came on his tongue, helpless and overwhelmed.

She barely had time to recover when Ross kissed his way back up her body, letting her taste herself on his lips.

Her chest heaved as she looked into his eyes, dazed and utterly wrecked already—but he wasn't done.

He took her hand gently and guided it down between them, wrapping her fingers around the thick, hot length of him.

Her eyes widened in shock as her palm barely enclosed the shaft.

"I can't even wrap my hands around it!" Cara thought, stunned by the sheer size of what she was about to take.

Her breath caught as she looked down, truly seeing it for the first time.

He was long, thick, and throbbing with need—easily the biggest she had ever seen.

How was that even going to fit inside her? The thought both terrified and excited her.

Ross smirked at her reaction and leaned in close, whispering against her lips, "You can take it. I'll go slow. I promise."

Her body shivered at his words, a mixture of fear and thrill racing through her veins.

Whatever was about to happen next, she knew one thing for sure—tonight was going to be unforgettable.

Cara shut her eyes tightly, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding her body as Ross continued to work his magic.

Her hand moved on its own, slowly stroking the thick, heavy length of him.

The heat of his cock pulsed against her palm, and she could feel every ridge and vein with vivid clarity.

It was massive—almost unreal.

Her fingers didn't even come close to wrapping fully around it, and the sheer weight of it in her grasp made her swallow hard.

It's so big! she wondered, her mind reeling.

A desperate prayer echoed in her thoughts—Please, gods above, give me the strength to take this monster inside me.

Her body ached with anticipation, caught between awe and desire, fear and longing.

Every stroke of her hand earned a soft grunt from Ross, which only made her wetter by the second.

Whatever happened next, she knew her body would never be the same again.