Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 659: Chapter 659 Mirror“I don’t want you to regret this,” Ross said, his voice low but firm as his eyes met hers.

“Let’s wait until morning. If you still feel the same, then I’ll make love to you so thoroughly you’ll forget how to walk. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be begging for me to stop.”

He ended the sentence with a soft kiss—slow, deliberate, gentle.

A kiss that silenced any further retort Sasha might have had on the tip of her tongue. It wasn’t demanding or possessive.

It was full of restraint, of care, and something that made her heart flutter in a way she hadn’t expected.

Ross pulled back with a faint smile and slipped into bed beside her.

Moments later, he was fast asleep, his breathing steady and peaceful, like nothing in the world could trouble him.

Sasha remained awake for a while, lying on her side, quietly watching him in the dim light.

At first, she was stunned. Who turns down a woman in bed—especially after everything that had happened?

But then, slowly, a smile touched her lips. Not one of rejection or confusion, but something far more tender.

Now she understood.

She understood why women fell for Ross so easily, why his name seemed to carry more weight than just charm or looks.

It wasn’t just that he was filthy rich or strong.

It was his control, his patience, the way he made a woman feel seen—respected, not rushed.

He wasn’t like the other men she had known. Not even close.

And as she lay beside him in the quiet, Sasha realized something else.

She didn’t want just one night with Ross.

She wanted more.

Maybe even… everything.

The night had passed in calm silence, as if the world itself had given them a moment of peace after all the chaos.

Now, the morning sun crept lazily through the half-drawn curtains, its golden light spilling over the bed and painting soft warmth across Sasha’s bare shoulder.

She stirred slowly, eyes fluttering open, her body still heavy with sleep.

For a few moments, she lay there, cocooned in the comfort of soft sheets and residual body heat. Then the memories returned—vivid and clear.

Ross’s words.

His kiss.

The way he held back, even when she hadn’t wanted him to.

Her gaze shifted, and there he was—lying beside her, one arm tucked under the pillow, his chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths.

There was something beautiful about the way he slept—unguarded and quiet, a rare glimpse of vulnerability in a man who had shown nothing but strength and composure the day before.

Sasha watched him, her heart swelling with a warmth that had nothing to do with lust—though the desire was there too, simmering beneath the surface.

It had been growing for weeks, fed by every look, every word, every moment they had shared.

But now, it was no longer a vague yearning. It was a choice.

A clear, burning decision.

She leaned in gently, brushing her lips across his in a feather-light kiss.

Ross stirred beneath her touch.

“Mmm…” he murmured, the ghost of a smile on his lips, though his eyes remained closed.

Sasha kissed him again, this time with more pressure, more purpose.

Her hand slid to his chest, fingers splaying across the firm muscle beneath his shirt.

She felt him respond—not just in the kiss, but in the way his body shifted slightly toward hers, instinctively chasing her warmth.

His lips parted beneath hers, and he kissed her back—softly at first, matching her pace. But it didn’t stay soft for long.

Their kisses deepened, breath growing heavier, mouths parting wider.

Tongues brushed, teased, danced. It was no longer tentative. It was need.

Pure, unspoken need.

Sasha climbed gently on top of him, her night dress loosening around her as she straddled his waist.

Her hair, still slightly tousled from the night before, framed her face like a wild halo.

She looked down at him, eyes dark with desire and something deeper—something that made Ross finally open his eyes.

He stared up at her, chest rising and falling beneath her, his hands moving slowly to her hips.

He said nothing, but the look in his eyes said everything.

Are you sure?

She answered with another kiss—deep, hungry, undeniable.

Whatever restraint had existed between them the night before was gone now.

Torn apart by the heat of her need and the certainty in her heart. She wanted this.

She wanted him.

Not out of fear or vulnerability—but because he made her feel seen, protected, and somehow more herself than anyone else ever had.

Their bodies pressed together as the kisses grew fiercer, more desperate.

Her thin dress slipped from her shoulder, exposing smooth skin to his touch, and Ross responded instinctively—his hands trailing slowly upward, reverent, exploring.

She shivered beneath his fingers, letting out a soft gasp as his lips moved to her neck, leaving heat in their wake.

They weren’t just kissing anymore.

They were surrendering.

Sasha arched into him, and Ross sat up, his arms circling her waist as he pulled her fully into his lap.

Their movements were unhurried, but full of tension—like a fire being fed by every breath, every heartbeat.

The rest of the world disappeared. There was no past. No fear. No Wesley. No gunshots.

Just the two of them.

Together.

And as they moved in rhythm, as lips met lips and hands explored what words could never say, Sasha finally understood what it meant to be wanted—not as a prize or a possession, but as an equal. As a woman. As herself.

This was no longer just about desire.

This was the beginning of something far more dangerous—and far more beautiful.

After a long stretch of deep, consuming kisses, Sasha finally pulled back, gasping softly for breath.

Her chest rose and fell quickly, her lips slightly parted, eyes glazed with longing.

The heat between them was undeniable now, their bodies pressed so close there was no telling where one ended and the other began.

Ross looked at her, his voice husky and raw. “Are you sure you want this?”

Sasha didn’t hesitate. Her smile was wild, breathless, but full of certainty.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I want you. Now.”