Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 271 Exquisite

Ross was unyielding, his body solid and immovable, pinning her down with an authority that left no room for escape.

Her struggles were futile, her attempts to wiggle out from beneath him doing little more than fueling his determination.

Ross pressed closer, his kiss deepening as his tongue explored her mouth with shameless dominance.

The taste of him was overwhelming, a mix of heat and something entirely unfamiliar that made her head spin.

Irisʼs mind screamed at her to resist, to fight harder, but her body refused to cooperate.

Her lips trembled under his, her resistance waning with each passing second as her senses were consumed by the relentless onslaught.

No… stop… this isnʼt right… she thought desperately, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. But no matter how much she told herself to resist, her body betrayed her yet again.

Her trembling hands, which had been pushing against him, now faltered, their strength fading as the heat pooling in her core grew unbearable.

Ross pulled back just slightly, enough to let her catch her breath but not enough to create any real distance between them.

His lips hovered just above hers, his breath warm and heavy against her flushed skin.

”You canʼt fight it, Iris,” Ross murmured, his voice low and filled with dark satisfaction. ”Your body already knows what it wants. The sooner you accept it, the easier this will be.”

Irisʼs chest heaved as she stared up at him, her wide eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and fear. She wanted to scream at him, to deny his words, but her voice caught in her throat.

The intensity of his gaze, the heat of his body against hers, left her paralyzed, unable to do anything but lie there as he continued his relentless assault on her senses.

Ross didnʼt wait for a response. His lips crashed against hers once more, silencing whatever protest she might have managed to muster.

This time, his kiss was even more consuming, his tongue delving deeper, exploring her mouth with an unrelenting hunger that made her toes curl.

Iris whimpered into the kiss, her hands clutching weakly at his shoulders as she struggled to hold onto the last shreds of her composure.

Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing loudly in her ears as her resistance crumbled further under Rossʼs overpowering dominance.

Her thoughts grew hazy, the line between her defiance and her bodyʼs treacherous responses blurring more and more.

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She hated herself for the way her lips began to move against his, hesitant and trembling, but undeniably responding.

Deep down, she knew she was losing.

”Noooooooo…” She tried to wake herself up from this nightmare. Irisʼs body burned with an intense, all-consuming heat, her senses overtaken by the moment.

She hadnʼt even realized when Rossʼs hand began its slow descent, moving with a confidence that left no room for hesitation.

His fingers grazed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, sending ripples of anticipation through her.

By the time his touch finally reached her most vulnerable place, her breath hitched, and her resistance crumbled further.

His movements were unhurried, almost teasing. He didnʼt rush. Instead, he allowed his fingers to explore with deliberate precision, brushing against her, coaxing her body into betraying her every doubt.

The gentleness of his touch was maddening, the way he petted and stroked her so carefully yet with undeniable intent.

It was as if he were unraveling her piece by piece, igniting sparks that quickly grew into flames.

The trickle of pleasure building inside her grew stronger, surging into an uncontrollable flood that she couldnʼt hold back even if she tried.

”Hmmmp!” Her muffled moan was swallowed by Rossʼs punishing kiss. His lips pressed against hers with a possessive force, leaving no room for her to think, no room to protest.

She didnʼt want this—at least, thatʼs what she tried to tell herself. She didnʼt want to feel this way, didnʼt want to be swept away by the sensations overwhelming her. But the reality was undeniable.

Her body betrayed her completely, responding to him as if he had mastered some secret language only she could understand. The ecstasy coursing through her was unlike anything sheʼd ever experienced.

It felt as though she were being lifted into the ninth heaven, her every nerve alive and singing with pleasure.

Rossʼs touch was calculated, his foreplay deliberate and devastating.

Every move was designed to break her down, and it was working. It was impossible not to compare his attentiveness to her husbandʼs cold indifference.

Not once—not ever—had her husband touched her like this. He had never treated her body like something to be cherished, explored, and worshipped.

The contrast was almost cruel in its clarity. With Ross, there was no pretense, no half-hearted effort. He was utterly focused on her, as if proving a point, as if showing her what sheʼd been missing all this time.

And despite the turmoil in her mind, her body refused to deny the truth—it craved this, craved him.

Ross, a greedy gleam in his eyes, moved with calculated grace, positioning himself beside Iris.

The soft light cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the exquisite curve of her body, the supple skin gleaming with an unsettling sheen.

He leaned in, his gaze fixated on Irisʼs exposed inner thighs, his hand extending to gently part her legs. The movement was deliberate, almost hypnotic, as if he were coaxing a secret from the room itself.

His touch, initially light, gradually intensified, revealing the soft, inviting curve of her pussy. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting across her skin.

From the background, a strangled cry pierced the air.

”Noooo! Mom!” Derekʼs voice, a mixture of terror and anguish, echoed through the room.

It was a cry that cut through the simmering atmosphere, a stark contrast to the soft, almost animalistic moans emanating from Irisʼs lips.

The room seemed to hold its breath, the silence heavy with unspoken accusations and the weight of the moment.