Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 880: Chapter 880 Tower

One by one, Ross indulged each of his wives, giving them the same unforgettable experience Jasmine had bragged about.

No two nights were the same.

Sometimes he took them into the forest, beneath a canopy of stars, where the cool night breeze mixed with the heat of their passion.

Other times it was beside the riverbank, the sound of rushing water muffling their cries as the moonlight reflected on their bare skin.

Once, he carried one of them onto the rooftop of a prestigious school building, where the lights of the city burned below like scattered embers.

She clung to him desperately, both terrified and exhilarated, as he drove her wild under the open sky.

Another time, deep within a field of tall grass, hidden from all sight, their bodies moved in rhythm with the sway of the wind.

Day after day, night after night, Ross made sure no wife felt neglected.

He gave them all more than just satisfaction—he gave them memories etched into their very souls, the kind they would whisper about to each other with flushed cheeks for years to come.

By the end of the month, the women of his household seemed to shine brighter than ever, their laughter lighter, their eyes filled with a knowing glow.

Servants and hired help noticed, of course, but none dared speak of it aloud.

They only bowed deeper when Ross passed, for they, too, could sense the quiet, unshakable power of the man who kept even his wives endlessly satisfied.

Once the other matters were settled, Ross knew it was time to deal with Lois and Laura—once and for all.

He didn’t intend to handle it formally or politely; this required a controlled environment, away from the prying eyes of his wives.

The hotel was perfect. Discreet, neutral, and safe—no interruptions, no judgments.

”Laura?”

”Lois?”

The twins froze as they stepped into the room he had booked for the night.

Their eyes met across the polished floor, and shock rippled through them like electricity.

Neither had expected to see the other here, and for a moment, the tension between them was palpable.

”What are you doing here?” they asked simultaneously, voices tight with disbelief.

Neither seemed ready to answer, each waiting to see if the other would explain.

The room felt smaller suddenly, charged with a quiet intensity.

They glanced at the closed bathroom door, wondering if Ross had something to do with this—why else would they have both been summoned?

Creak!

The bathroom door swung open, and Ross emerged. Naked.

His presence dominated the room instantly.

Every ounce of casual power and confidence he carried now radiated from him fully.

The twins’ mouths went dry, their minds scrambling to comprehend what they were seeing.

The questions that had been swirling in their heads vanished instantly.

It was impossible to deny what was happening here, impossible to pretend they weren’t already caught in his web.

Their shock quickly mixed with a strange, undeniable awareness of his control, the way he effortlessly owned the space around him.

Ross’s dark eyes swept over both of them, lingering just long enough to make their hearts pound.

He smiled faintly, a knowing, mischievous curve that promised consequences they could neither anticipate nor resist.

”So,” he said casually, though his voice carried authority, ”now that we’re all here... let’s discuss how we’re going to handle this.”

Lois and Laura exchanged another startled glance, their surprise now tempered with curiosity and an underlying tension.

Each of them had long been aware of Ross’s dominance and his unpredictable nature, but being confronted by him in this way—naked, unguarded, and fully in control—was a different kind of intimidation.

The room held its breath.

Outside, the night carried on as if nothing had happened, but inside, time seemed to stretch, every second laden with anticipation.

Both twins felt a mix of awe, fear, and... a faint, reluctant thrill.

They had seen Ross’s capabilities before, glimpses of his power, but none of that had prepared them for this—his raw presence in the confined space of the hotel room, commanding their attention without a single word.

Neither spoke. Neither moved. Only Ross did, stepping forward with a calm, deliberate pace.

Each movement was purposeful, measured, a silent reminder that he was in charge—and that whatever happened next would follow his rules, not theirs.

”Hmm...” Ross leaned forward and pressed his lips to Lois’s first.

Lois responded eagerly, her soft lips melting against his in a kiss that was both tender and urgent.

Every movement, every sigh, was a mixture of affection and desire.

But Laura... Laura could no longer hold back.

”How could you, Ross? That’s my sister! I thought you loved me!” Laura’s voice cracked, her words heavy with hurt.

Fresh tears spilled over her cheeks, glistening in the dim light of the hotel room.

She felt a storm of emotions—jealousy, longing, frustration—crashing over her all at once.

Ross didn’t immediately respond.

Instead, he let himself linger with Lois, deepening the kiss with slow, deliberate movements.

Five long breaths passed, and the air between them was thick with tension and unspoken questions.

Laura’s sobs filled the silence, echoing in the small room, but Ross remained composed, his gaze never leaving her.

Finally, he pulled back from Lois and turned to Laura, gently cupping her face in his hands.

His dark eyes softened as he spoke.

”I do love you, Laura,” he said, his voice calm but commanding.

”Just as I love your sister, and just as I love all of my wives. I’ll take care of you, cherish you, and love you forever. I am going to marry you both... but if seeing me with your sister hurts you so much, you still have the choice to step away from our wedding.”

Laura’s chest heaved as she struggled to breathe normally, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Anger at the situation, longing for his touch, jealousy of Lois—all warred with the undeniable truth she could no longer deny: she loved him, completely and utterly.