Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1015: Chapter 1015 Planet

Ross finally lifted his gaze to meet Karen’s, and a slow, calculated smile spread across his face.

It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t inviting.

It was the kind of smile that held promises, threats, and intentions all at once—a smile that demanded attention and submission.

”Shall we continue where we left off earlier?” His voice was low, smooth, and intoxicating.

Each word seemed to crawl over her skin, seeping into her thoughts like a slow, inevitable tide.

Karen froze, every instinct screaming at her to retreat, yet her legs remained rooted to the spot.

There was no escaping the way he carried himself—the confidence, the poise, the quiet menace in every controlled movement.

Ross began walking toward her, each step measured and deliberate, the soft scuff of his shoes on the floor echoing in the otherwise silent room.

The air between them felt charged, heavy with tension, a silent battle of wills.

Karen closed the door behind her, the sound of the latch clicking like a lock on her own freedom.

The room, small yet suffocating in its intimacy, suddenly felt much smaller than it had at first.

The soft glow of the lighting cast long shadows across the walls, emphasizing Ross’s presence and the undeniable power he projected.

Her eyes followed him as he approached, trying to read his intentions, trying to brace herself for what was coming.

But the calm precision in his movements, the steady, almost hypnotic rhythm of his steps, left her unnerved.

The predator had found his mark, and there was no room left for hesitation or retreat.

Karen realized, with a shiver that ran down her spine, that this encounter was far from a casual meeting.

This was indeed round two of what they had done earlier, before the loud explosion interrupted them and marked the beginning of chaos in the world.

Every detail—the room, the lighting, the wine, and Ross himself—had been orchestrated to exert control, to draw her in, to test her resolve.

And now, as he drew closer, there was no turning back.

She was entirely in his world, and the game they were about to play had already begun.

Karen bit her lip, a nervous tremor running through her as her heart pounded in her chest.

She recalled the earlier moments, when she had been testing the boundaries between them—tentatively, curiously—and how astonishing it had been to discover just how effortlessly Ross could ignite her desires.

It had been like watching fire catch from a single spark: thrilling, intoxicating, and utterly consuming.

Back then at the hotel, she had felt in control, able to step back, to pause, to test the limits.

It had been a dangerous curiosity, but one she could indulge.

Now, however, the situation was entirely different.

She was enclosed in a single room with him, no walls or doors to hide behind except the ones that kept them trapped together.

He was taking the lead with deliberate intent, forcing the momentum forward without her input, without permission.

The realization hit her like a bitter pill, sharp and undeniable.

Part of her felt fear, another part of her felt heat rising through her body, and a small, rebellious part of her felt that thrill of excitement, that dangerous pulse she couldn’t quite resist.

Her mind tried to rationalize, to slow down, to think clearly, but Ross’s presence left no space for reason.

Every movement he made was precise, confident, magnetic.

Every step he took toward her erased the little control she thought she had.

She could no longer think about boundaries or hesitation.

She could only feel, and that alone was enough to make her pulse accelerate uncontrollably.

Finally, he closed the last gap between them.

”Hmmmmm...” His lips met hers in a kiss that was urgent, hungry, and impossibly consuming.

It was a kiss that left no room for denial, no space for resistance.

It mirrored the fiery connection she had felt just hours earlier, only now amplified, undeniable, and inescapable.

Every nerve in her body seemed to spark as if he were igniting a fire she had been quietly carrying, ready to burn.

Karen’s body responded instinctively.

She kissed him back, matching the intensity, pressing closer, letting herself be swept up in the storm of sensation.

Every second felt suspended in time—the heat, the desire, the magnetic pull between them.

She could feel the tension in her own muscles, the rapid beat of her heart, the flush that spread across her skin. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and yet completely inevitable.

”Hmmmm...” she murmured into the kiss, her fingers brushing against him as if to anchor herself, to ensure that this moment was real, undeniable.

There was no room for hesitation, no thought of retreat. All that existed was him, the fire they shared, and the way their connection demanded surrender.

As Ross deepened the kiss, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm, Karen felt herself melt into him.

She realized, with a thrill that was both terrifying and exhilarating, that he was the fuel and she was the fire—already burning, already alive, and utterly willing to burn alongside him.

Every second stretched out, hot and endless, as the room seemed to shrink around them, leaving only the two of them locked in that intimate, consuming world.

The night was young, and it promised nothing but passion, heat, and an intensity that neither of them could—or would—resist.

Karen’s breaths came faster, her heart racing, as she surrendered fully to the flames, knowing that whatever was about to come, it would leave an indelible mark on both of them.

”Hmmm...” The kiss lingered, soft and insistent, until Ross was the one to pull back.

His hands hadn’t roamed over her body; he was content just holding her close, letting the warmth of his embrace calm her racing heart.

Karen’s breathing slowed slightly, though her mind was still spinning.

She wanted more, yet the uncertainty of what was coming made her tense.

Then, in a low, almost commanding whisper, Ross spoke words that sent a shiver straight through her.

”Take my cock out, Karen. I want you to suck me.”