Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ross studied her for a long moment, then nodded.

"Fine. But now that you're well fed…" His eyes glinted mischievously as he pushed his chair back and stood.

A slow, deliberate smile spread across his lips. "…I can think of one or two things we could do to enjoy the rest of our time together."

Laura's eyes widened as he approached. She raised a hand nervously.

"Ross… I'm still sore down there. I don't—"

Her protest was cut short. His shadow fell over her, and before she could finish her sentence, Ross leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was firm, wet, and silencing—commanding her into wordless submission.

Her mind screamed resistance, but her heart and body betrayed her, melting into the warmth of his mouth.

In the end, Ross and Laura spent the entire week tangled in each other's arms, fucking like rabbits until neither could tell where one ended and the other began.

Their connection deepened with every day, their bodies and hearts drawing closer in ways Laura had never thought possible.

Of course, they didn't remain locked in the bedroom all the time.

Ross was not the type to let passion confine them to four walls.

Between their heated sessions, he whisked her through the streets of Paris—the city of love—where they strolled hand in hand along the Seine, dined beneath glittering chandeliers, and shared kisses atop the Eiffel Tower as though they were already honeymooners.

Laura laughed more than she had in years, feeling alive in a way she could not deny.

By the time Sunday evening arrived, the two had just returned from a movie date, still clinging to each other as if the world outside did not exist.

Entering Laura's house, they barely made it past the door before their lips collided once again.

Their kisses were hungry, desperate, as if the entire week had not been enough.

Piece by piece, their clothes fell away, forming a trail from the living room to the bedroom.

Laura's body trembled with need, her breath shallow as Ross pressed her against the wall, his hands roaming freely.

Just as she was about to surrender to him completely, her phone rang suddenly, shattering the moment.

"Wait—I need to get that," Laura gasped, pulling away from his lips reluctantly.

"It might be a client."

Still flushed and completely naked, she hurried toward her bag at the edge of the room. Ross, amused, followed after her silently.

Before she could even reach for the phone, his strong arms wrapped around her bare waist, pulling her back against his chest.

His lips brushed her ear, hot breath sending shivers down her spine, while her phone continued to ring insistently.

With trembling fingers, Laura managed to grab it from her bag and press it to her ear.

Her voice was shaky, but she forced herself to sound composed.

"H-hello? This is Laura speaking…"

Ross only tightened his embrace from behind, his hands sliding down her stomach, making it almost impossible for her to focus on the call.

"Laura? What's happening? You sound… out of breath," Lois's voice carried through the receiver, sharp with curiosity and just a hint of concern.

Laura froze, her whole body stiffening. Damn it! She hadn't even looked at the caller ID.

Panic shot through her for a second, but Ross, of course, didn't make it any easier.

His lips trailed along her neck, slow and deliberate, his teeth grazing her skin before his tongue soothed the spot he had nipped.

Her knees weakened instantly.

"L-Lois!" Laura stammered, trying to force a laugh as she clutched the phone tighter.

"I'm just… uh… having a late workout, that's all. You know me, trying to stay fit. What's up?" Her voice cracked on the last word, breathless and uneven, and she berated herself inwardly.

Ross grinned against her neck, clearly entertained by her desperate attempt to sound composed.

His hands slipped down her waist, fingertips brushing dangerously close to her hips.

He was making a game out of this, deliberately testing how long she could keep up her little charade.

Lois hummed softly on the line, clearly unconvinced.

"Mm-hmm. A workout, you say? At this hour? Well… I suppose that explains why you're panting like you just ran a marathon."

Laura squeezed her eyes shut, cursing silently. "Y-Yeah… cardio," she managed to say, forcing the word out between clenched teeth as Ross's mouth traveled lower, teasing her collarbone.

"Well, I won't keep you long then," Lois continued, her tone casual but laced with amusement.

"I just wanted to ask if Ross is still in the city. How did your deal with him go?"

Laura's heart leapt into her throat.

Of all the questions Lois could have asked—why that one?

Ross, meanwhile, pressed a kiss just above her chest, his tongue flicking across her skin, and Laura almost dropped the phone.

"Ah—it went fine, sis," she said quickly, her voice breaking into a shiver halfway through. "Were still finalizing a few things, everything's—ohhh…" The moan slipped past her lips before she could stop it.

Ross had chosen that exact moment to bite her gently, then suck, leaving a blooming red mark on her flawless skin.

On the other end of the line, Lois went silent for a beat.

Then, she laughed softly, a low, knowing chuckle that made Laura's stomach twist with embarrassment.

"Ohhh… I see what's happening. So that's why you're so breathless."

Laura's face flushed crimson. "No, Lois, it's not—"

"Relax, sister," Lois cut her off, clearly enjoying herself. "Is Gerald there with you? Hm? Or maybe…" Her voice turned playful, almost wicked.

"I didn't know that you and Gerald are already in this stage of your relationship, sister. Is he good in bed? Is he big down there?"

Laura's pulse spiked. "Lois!" she hissed, mortified.

Lois only chuckled again, clearly satisfied with Laura's flustered reaction.

"I'm sorry for intruding, sister. I'll let you get back to your… workout." She lingered on the word with deliberate mischief.