Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 269 Brandy

”Of course, Iʼll tell you right now—I always win,” Ross said, a smug grin on his face as he began removing his clothes.

In less than a minute, he stood completely naked, as bare as the day he was born.

”No! If you so much as lay a finger on my mother, Iʼll kill you! Even if I have to crawl out of the gates of hell, Iʼll come back and skin you alive! Mark my words, Ross Oakley! Fuck you!” Derek shouted, his voice trembling with rage.

Though his words were raw and disjointed, their meaning was unmistakably clear.

Pak!

Brandonʼs hand cracked across Derekʼs face in a hard slap, silencing him momentarily.

”Spare me the theatrics, Derek,” Brandon sneered.

”But donʼt worry—your mom will be crying a whole lot harder tonight than you ever could.”

Ross laughed, his mocking laughter reverberating through the room like a twisted echo.

Ross approached the bed, his eyes roaming over Irisʼs exquisite figure.

She was the epitome of allure—her body was flawless, with smooth curves in all the right places.

There wasnʼt an ounce of unnecessary fat, and her breasts, full and perfectly shaped, seemed like a forbidden fruit too tempting to resist.

Rossʼs lips curled into an excited smile, his anticipation growing as he licked his lips, savoring the thought of the night ahead.

”Iʼm going to enjoy this,” he murmured to himself, his voice low and filled with a hunger that made Irisʼs heart race.

She lay on the bed, her breathing uneven as her hands nervously covered her chest.

Ross stepped closer, his shadow falling over her.

”Move your hands to the side,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

”Itʼs a crime to hide such beautiful treasures from me.”

Iris hesitated, her hands trembling as she clung to the last remnants of her modesty.

Her lips quivered, but she eventually obeyed, moving her arms away.

Her eyes remained tightly shut, as if blocking out the reality of the situation would somehow make it less real.

She didnʼt see how her generous breasts, full and inviting, bounced slightly as her arms shifted, but Ross did.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, a spark of victory lighting up his expression.

Fear coiled tightly in Irisʼs chest as she lay there, vulnerable and exposed.

Her mind raced, a chaotic jumble of emotions battling for dominance.

Duty and fear pushed her to comply, even as a small, desperate part of her screamed for her to resist.

The bed dipped under Rossʼs weight as he climbed onto it, and Iris felt the mattress shift beneath her.

Her breath hitched when his body loomed closer, his warmth now an oppressive presence over her.

She could no longer ignore him or the primal intent in his movements.

Her eyes flew open the moment she felt his lips latch onto her breast. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Ross sucked roughly, his mouth hot and unrelenting against her sensitive skin.

”Hahhhhh…” A gasp escaped her lips, her body jolting in response to the sudden, forceful contact.

The dim light in the room allowed her a clearer view of his face, and for a fleeting moment, something about him seemed familiar.

Her mind struggled to place where she had seen him before, but Ross gave her no chance to focus.

His hands gripped her sides firmly, holding her in place as his mouth continued its relentless assault on her chest.

His tongue flicked over her pink ripe nipple, drawing a sharp, involuntary shiver from her.

He seemed to revel in her reactions, his lips curling into a smirk as he worked her over with an almost sadistic precision.

When he finally pulled back, her skin glistened with his saliva, her once-pristine breasts now marked with deep red circles from his rough treatment.

But Ross wasnʼt satisfied. Not just yet. He leaned in again, pressing possessive kisses along the soft expanse of her bosom, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin as he left a trail of claiming marks in his wake.

Each kiss felt deliberate, as if he were branding her as his.

Irisʼs chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing uneven as she struggled to process the onslaught of sensations.

The once-flawless skin of her chest was now flushed and red, the marks of Rossʼs fervor visible everywhere.

Her body felt alien to her, every nerve ending heightened and overwhelmed by his touch.

Ross finally pulled back, his lips glistening as he admired his work.

”Look at you. Absolutely perfect. And now, youʼre mine. All because of your stupid sonʼs mistake. Maybe I should thank him instead. He delivered you right to me. Hehehe.”

Iris turned her head to the side, closing her eyes tightly once more as she tried to block out his words and the weight of what was happening.

But deep down, she knew there was no escape from him—not tonight.

At first, all Iris could feel was pain. Rossʼs rough handling of her sensitive breasts sent sharp jolts through her body, making her flinch with every squeeze and pull.

Her nails dug into the sheets as she struggled to endure, her breathing ragged and uneven.

But as the minutes passed, the initial sting began to fade, replaced by something softer, warmer—an insidious heat that spread through her chest and coursed downward, making her stomach clench.

No, this canʼt be happening! she thought, her mind reeling with disbelief.

Iʼm not supposed to feel like this!

The heat grew stronger, spreading like wildfire through her trembling body.

Against her will, her nerves began to respond to Rossʼs rough treatment.

Each knead and tug sent faint ripples of pleasure through her, burying the pain under layers of unbidden sensation.

Iris clenched her jaw, her mind fighting against what her body was betraying her into feeling.

Iʼm not that kind of woman! This isnʼt me! Her inner voice screamed in protest, but it was growing weaker with each passing second.

Iris felt guilty and ashamed, but she also felt a growing sense of earthly bliss.