Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 827: Chapter 827 Rune

The music thundered around them, but in that moment, all Ella could hear was the pounding of her own heartbeat and the rush of blood in her ears.

He rubbed the head against her folds, slow and deliberate, coating himself in her wetness as if savoring the moment before crossing the line completely.

She knew what was about to happen.

He was going to fuck her right there—in the middle of the club, surrounded by strangers—and she was powerless to stop him... not that she wanted to.

Ross leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered,

”Let them dance... while I fuck you right here.”

”Ross...” was all Ella could breathe out, her voice soft yet desperate.

Her body trembled as she felt the swollen head of his cock brushing against her entrance, the slow, deliberate strokes both maddening and intoxicating.

He didn’t push in—not yet—just kept rubbing himself over her slick folds, letting the heat build until it was almost unbearable.

Her breath came faster, her lips parting in a silent plea.

The bass from the music thudded in her chest, the beat mixing with the frantic pounding of her own heart.

She glanced to the side, cheeks flushing hotter when she noticed more and more eyes locked onto them.

Her mind screamed at her to be embarrassed, but her body was betraying her—wanting him more with every second that passed.

For a moment, it seemed no one was daring enough to make a record of the scene.

But then, from the edge of the crowd, a man pulled out his phone.

The faint glow of the screen caught Ella’s attention, her pulse skipping a beat.

”Bro, don’t. Are you insane? That’s Ross Oakley,” his friend muttered harshly, yanking at his sleeve. ”He’ll fucking skin you alive.”

”What are you even talking about? Ross won’t do anything. He’s an NBA superstar—a saint, a philanthropist, the guy’s loved by everyone,” the man with the phone replied with a dismissive laugh, already angling for a better view.

”You’re an idiot,” the friend hissed. ”That’s just the PR version of Ross Oakley. The real one? He’s dangerous. You think he’ll let you film him? Put the phone away, unless you want to wake up in a hospital—or worse.”

The man hesitated, clearly torn, but the sharp glare and low growl from his friend were enough.

With a reluctant curse, he shoved the phone into his pocket.

”Alright, alright, man. Chill.”

But before the man could fully turn away, a deep voice cut through the pounding music.

”Something you boys wanna share?”

The crowd seemed to shift as Ross slowly turned his head toward them, his eyes locking onto the would-be cameraman.

The weight of his gaze alone was enough to make the man swallow hard, his earlier bravado evaporating instantly.

Ross smirked faintly, his hands still firmly gripping Ella’s hips as he pulled her even closer, making her gasp when his cock pressed more insistently against her soaked panties.

”Good. Thought so,” he murmured, his tone laced with a dangerous amusement before refocusing entirely on Ella—as if no one else in the room mattered anymore.

The message was clear. This was his moment, his woman, his territory.

And anyone thinking otherwise wouldn’t live to tell about it.

Ross then continued on what he was doing.

Ella’s nails dug into his shoulders, her arousal now mixed with a dizzying rush of adrenaline.

Her rational mind told her this was insane, reckless, even dangerous... but her body was screaming for more.

And Ross, she knew, was far from done with her.

”Let me in... where you desperately want me to, Ella,” Ross murmured, his voice low and husky, each word dripping with dominance.

His breath brushed her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Ella could only nod, her lips parting as her breath quickened.

Her hand, trembling from anticipation, slid down between them until her fingertips brushed the heat radiating from him.

She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, feeling the heavy weight and pulsating heat of his cock.

Just holding him made her thighs clench.

She angled him toward her entrance, rubbing the swollen, velvety head along her slick folds, smearing her wetness over him in slow, teasing strokes.

Each drag of him over her clit made her gasp softly.

She kept him there, holding him steady, her wide eyes meeting his as if silently begging for what she already knew was coming.

Ross’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smile. He didn’t rush.

He wanted her to feel every second of this.

His large hands gripped her hips firmly, and with deliberate, controlled pressure, he began to lower her onto him.

The head of his cock pressed against her entrance—hard, unyielding, and far too big. Ella’s breath caught.

Then... the first push.

”Ahhh... f-fuck...” she moaned, her voice trembling as her tight walls stretched to take him in.

The initial burn flared through her core, but it was instantly drowned out by a wave of pleasure so strong it made her toes curl.

Ross moved with patience but authority, forcing her to feel every ridge and vein as he slid deeper.

Her wetness clung to him, making a soft, obscene sound with each inch.

One inch. Two. Three.

Ella’s nails dug into his shoulders as her body struggled to accommodate him.

By the time she reached seven inches in, she was panting—her belly taut, her insides stuffed in a way she’d never experienced before.

She glanced down between them, almost in disbelief.

”I... I’m so full already,” she whispered, her voice a mix of awe and need.

Ross’s eyes glinted with amusement. ”Full? Baby, this is just the halfway point.”

Her stomach flipped at his words.

She could feel the rest of him pressing against her, still outside, still waiting to claim every last inch of her.

He rocked his hips just enough to make her whimper, the thick part inside her stretching her open while the rest of him nudged insistently against her entrance.

”Take a breath,” he murmured, ”and let me give you all of me.”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she braced herself.

She had no idea if she could take it all... but she knew she wanted to take all of him into her cunt again.

And Ross?

Ross wasn’t about to let her walk away without feeling the entire length of his cock inside her.