Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 963: Chapter 963 Font

Nina’s body was sore in places she hadn’t even realized could ache, yet the ache was sweet, a reminder of the unrelenting passion she had shared with him.

Watching Carrie beside her, seeing the way Ross had left her friend trembling and dripping, stirred a strange mixture of envy and excitement within Nina.

Ross’s hands moved lazily through their hair, one brushing over Carrie’s soft curls, the other running down Nina’s back, tracing lines of warmth and lingering lust.

He allowed himself a rare moment of stillness, simply taking in the weight of the two women against him.

The quiet intimacy of the morning was a stark contrast to the storm of the night before, but it was no less intoxicating.

If the night had been an unending wave of lust and domination, this calm after the storm was a balm—a reminder that the pleasure he had given and received had left them bound together in more ways than one.

Carrie shifted slightly, her lips brushing Ross’s chest as she mumbled, ”I... I’ve never... felt anything like that...” Her voice was soft, breathless, and full of awe.

She squeezed him instinctively, feeling the hardness of his chest beneath her hands, and allowed herself a rare moment of vulnerability.

Nina giggled quietly, her fingers tangling with Ross’s as she whispered, ”Me neither... he’s... too much. I’m glad that there were two of us.” She shivered slightly as her body remembered the relentless pounding of his cock, the skill of his tongue, the way he had pushed them both to the brink over and over again.

Even now, the memory made her pussy ache, a lingering hunger she knew wouldn’t be satisfied without him again.

Ross smiled faintly, low and amused, pressing a soft kiss to Carrie’s temple before turning his head slightly to glance at Nina.

”You both look... perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough with the remnants of exertion. ”Last night... that was only a taste of what’s to come.”

Neither woman spoke—words seemed unnecessary.

Their exhaustion and lingering pleasure, combined with the warmth of his embrace, said everything.

Their bodies still pressed against his, they let themselves drift in the afterglow, hearts racing and minds hazy.

Minutes passed. Hours seemed to stretch endlessly in that quiet moment.

The world outside could wait.

Outside the room, the first birds of morning began to call, sunlight streaked across distant mountains, but inside, the three of them existed in a bubble of heat, sweat, and satisfaction.

Carrie whimpered softly, letting her body relax completely into Ross’s chest, and Nina did the same, curling slightly against his side.

Any more movement, any more thrusts, and their minds might have snapped from lust alone, yet their contentment was absolute.

They were full, sated, and safe in the center of Ross’s unyielding dominance.

Ross, master of the night and now guardian of the morning, held them close, letting the world beyond fade.

The lingering scent of sex, the warmth of their bodies, the quiet rhythm of breathing—everything was a reminder that for once, they were exactly where they belonged.

The first light of day washed over them all, golden and gentle, and in that quiet, intimate moment, Carrie and Nina felt a completeness they had never known before.

And Ross?

He simply smirked, strong arms around both women, already anticipating the next time he would claim them completely.

”She should be my next conquest,” Ross muttered, his gaze drifting to the memory of a tall, elegant, and impossibly alluring woman.

The image of her lingered in his mind, every curve and subtle motion engraved vividly.

Of course, he was thinking of no one else but Carrie’s mother, Alexa.

Her maturity, poise, and the quiet strength in her eyes made her a prize unlike any he had encountered before.

The thought alone drew a slow, predatory smile across his lips.

He leaned back, fingers tapping lightly against his chin, and let his mind wander through endless possibilities.

”Now... how should I take her?” he mused aloud, though there was no one around to hear him.

Ross’s mind raced with countless strategies, each more inventive and seductive than the last.

Should he approach her directly, or slowly weave temptation into her everyday life?

Should he strike under the guise of casual conversation, or craft a scenario where her desire would awaken without her realizing it?

Each thought was more tantalizing than the previous, making anticipation coil tighter in his chest.

Ross’s lips curved into a grin, his eyes glinting with dark amusement.

”Ohhhhh... this isn’t going to be easy,” he murmured, considering Alexa’s character.

She wasn’t the type to fall for empty flattery or crude advances.

Her loyalty, intelligence, and the trust she placed in Carrie made her resistant to mere charm.

She was cautious, discerning, and strong-minded—all the qualities that made her more desirable in his eyes.

A woman who could think for herself, who could weigh temptation against her principles, promised a challenge worthy of him.

He considered her husband briefly, noting the irony.

While he might be surprised or even wary of Ross’s intentions, Alexa’s measured calm and her openness to Carrie’s choices demonstrated a depth of trust and self-assuredness that few could resist.

That trust, that inner strength, would make breaking her defenses all the more satisfying.

The harder the hunt, the more exquisite the conquest. And Ross thrived on such challenges.

Ross’s mind began to map out every step he could take.

First, he would create situations that allowed her to see him in a new light—capable, irresistible, unshakably confident.

He would appear unexpectedly, offering help or guidance, small favors that subtly hinted at his dominance without revealing it outright.

Slowly, he would let curiosity blossom into desire.

He would test her boundaries, gently probing her principles, allowing her to question them without realizing the game he was playing.

”Or perhaps I should take her directly... by force... lots of possible choices but it doesn’t matter because when the moment comes,” Ross whispered to himself, voice low and rough with anticipation, ”she will have no choice but to surrender to me.”