Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Ughhhh…" Laura groaned, hating herself for even feeling this way.

She had tried so hard to keep her composure, to remind herself that none of this should matter—but her body betrayed her.

Her hands shook slightly as she reached for Ross's business suit, slowly undoing the buttons.

Every movement felt deliberate, almost sacred, as if time itself had slowed down around them.

When the jacket finally fell to the floor, she hesitated, swallowing hard as her eyes roamed over his bare chest.

Muscles rippled lightly under his skin, strong and defined, and a flush of heat rushed through her.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, betraying her thoughts, betraying her willpower.

Her gaze fell lower, to his pants, and a surge of uncertainty gripped her.

Could she really go further? The thought made her stomach twist, half nervousness, half anticipation.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm already here… I shouldn't stop halfway," she whispered, her voice trembling just enough to betray her own fear.

With renewed resolve, she grasped the zipper and pulled it down.

The fabric resisted for a moment, the struggle reminding her just how big he was.

Her fingers ached slightly from the effort, and a bead of sweat slid down her temple.

Finally, the pants gave way, pooling at his feet. She noticed immediately—he was left only in his boxer briefs.

Her eyes involuntarily widened as they traveled across the curve and line of his form.

Even through the fabric, she could tell.

Her cheeks warmed as she tried to look away, but her gaze kept returning, drawn like a magnet to the undeniable size he concealed.

A shiver ran down her spine, a mixture of awe and nervous excitement.

The room suddenly felt warmer, tighter, as if the air itself had thickened.

She could feel her pulse in her throat, in her temples, in the tips of her fingers.

Every instinct told her to stop, to step back—but another, louder, more dangerous instinct whispered the opposite: keep going. See it. Feel it.

Laura's breath caught in her throat as her mind struggled to reconcile her desire with her hesitation.

She had come this far… and yet, she knew this moment would change everything between them, whether she wanted it to or not.

"This is not good." Laura shook her head, trying to shatter the dizzying spell that seemed to have taken hold of her.

Her heart pounded in her chest as guilt and panic wrestled for control.

Her thoughts immediately turned to her boyfriend—what would he say if he saw her like this, mesmerized by a man's cock, caught in a moment that she wasn't supposed to be part of?

Determined to regain some sense of composure, she took a careful step back toward the bed, planning to reach for the cabinets and grab a fresh set of clothes for Ross.

But before she could move more than an inch, something happened that she had never anticipated.

"Althea! Honey, I missed you!" Ross's deep, commanding voice resonated through the room.

Before Laura could even react, his strong hands wrapped around her, pulling her into his chest.

The heat of his body pressed against hers, and for a fleeting second, all the rational thoughts in her mind evaporated.

Then, without warning, he tilted her head and kissed her. Laura froze.

Her body felt like it had betrayed her, stiffening as her mind scrambled for control.

This wasn't her first kiss, but it was only the second time a man—other than her boyfriend—had ever kissed her.

The first had been tentative, awkward; this one was completely different.

There was a confidence, a dominance in the way Ross's lips met hers, and his tongue traced along hers with expert precision.

Time seemed to stop for Laura.

The room, the world outside, even her own breathing faded away, leaving only the taste and warmth of him.

Her mind fought back, telling her to push away, to step back, to think of her boyfriend—but every part of her body betrayed her, leaning into him, responding to his every movement.

Her heart hammered violently, and a heat she had never felt before pooled low in her stomach.

She felt both terrified and exhilarated, trapped in a delicious tension between guilt and desire.

Her hands twitched at her sides, unsure whether to resist or to cling to him.

Each second stretched endlessly as Ross's lips and tongue explored her, and a tremor ran through her body despite her best efforts to remain composed.

Finally, a soft gasp escaped her lips, a sound of surprise and bewilderment as her mind and body struggled to reconcile the reality of the moment.

Laura realized, with a mixture of fear and something else she couldn't name, that she was no longer just an observer—she was part of this kiss, helplessly swept away in its intensity.

At first, Laura had fought with every ounce of willpower she had.

Her hands pressed against Ross's chest, her body stiff, her mind screaming at her to stop.

She told herself to think of her boyfriend, to remember who she was and what was right—but the moment seemed to wrap around her, suffocating and intoxicating all at once.

Her resolve began to crumble, inch by inch.

The warmth of his body against hers, the firm press of his chest, the way his lips moved expertly over hers—it all chipped away at her resistance.

Her limbs grew heavy; every attempt to push him away felt futile, as if her body had betrayed her mind.

A soft moan escaped her lips despite herself, and then another, until she realized she could no longer hold back.

Her mouth parted, allowing the kiss to deepen, and she felt a rush of heat curl through her from the tips of her fingers to the soles of her feet.

Shock coursed through her when Ross's hands moved, strong and deliberate, to her hips and then cupped her ass, lifting her slightly and adjusting her so that she was perfectly perched on his lap.