Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1085: Chapter 1085 Goliath

Marissa met Ross every Wednesday without fail.

Sometimes they talked for a bit.

Sometimes he pinned her the moment she entered his room.

Sometimes she climbed onto his lap on her own, unable to wait.

But always—always—she left with trembling legs and Ross’s warmth deep inside her, still dripping hours later.

It became a secret rhythm between them.

A pattern no one else knew existed.

A hunger she could no longer deny.

But secrets like that...

secrets held together by passion and shaky alibis...

never stay hidden forever.

One Wednesday, fate decided to intervene.

A sudden shift in her family’s schedule.

A door opening earlier than normal.

A person walking into a hallway they never used before.

Just one small change.

That tiny, unexpected twist was all it took.

In that single moment,

with just one accidental encounter,

Marissa’s carefully guarded secret began to unravel.

***

”Oh my god...” she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling in her throat.

She could hardly believe her eyes. The scene before her was both shocking and terrifying—how Ross moved with Marissa, with such raw, unrelenting force, each thrust claiming her body like he owned it completely.

The way her back arched under him, the way her moans echoed with abandon... it was rough, primal, and impossible to look away from.

If this had been any other man, she might have screamed.

She might have stormed in, demanded him to stop, tried to protect Marissa or at least confront the audacity of his actions.

But this wasn’t just any man. This was Ross.

Her stomach tightened. Her chest constricted.

Every instinct in her body screamed at her not to make a sound, not to move, not to do anything that could draw his attention.

If she offended him, even in the smallest way, she knew the consequences would be catastrophic.

She and everyone she cared about could easily become nothing more than prey—eaten alive by the zombies that prowled outside.

The fear was suffocating, almost paralyzing. Survival depended on obedience, invisibility, and silence.

And yet, despite the terror, a part of her couldn’t look away.

She remained hidden, eyes fixed, heart hammering, as she watched Ross claim Marissa again and again.

The power in his movements was impossible to deny.

Every time he pressed deeper, every time he pulled her against him, every time he took her with such precision and dominance, she felt her own body react involuntarily.

The warmth pooling in her core was maddening, and her face flushed as a mix of fear and unwilling fascination coursed through her.

And then... her eyes widened further.

Ross wasn’t just taking Marissa. He was taking her mother.

The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. Her hands went clammy. Her stomach turned.

Her mind couldn’t process the audacity, the sheer, unimaginable domination of it.

She could barely comprehend the scene—the same man who had overwhelmed one of her sisters now moving with the same brutal, unwavering control over her mother.

She tried to tear her gaze away, to stop watching, but she couldn’t. And then... it happened.

Her eyes fell lower, and she froze. Perhaps the most shocking truth of all was laid bare in that instant: Ross’s cock.

Fifteen inches. Thick, impossibly wide, undeniably powerful. Her breath caught in her throat.

Her knees went weak, and she pressed her hands against her mouth to stifle a gasp that threatened to escape.

It was more than human, more than anything she had ever seen or imagined.

The sheer size, the hardness, the impossibility of it... it filled her with awe, terror, and a strange, forbidden fascination all at once.

Her mind raced. Fifteen inches.

So thick, so massive, so... perfect.

She could barely fathom how it could move with such force, how anyone could endure it, let alone surrender completely to it.

And yet, there was Marissa, writhing, moaning, consumed by him.

There was her mother, helpless and yet... captivated.

Ross didn’t just command their bodies—he dominated their will, their fear, their very essence.

She shivered, her body betraying her once more.

Her thighs clenched, a small moan escaping despite her best effort.

The warmth pooling in her cunt reminded her that she was human, that she could not resist the raw, intoxicating aura of power that Ross exuded.

He was beyond anything she had known—stronger, larger, more terrifying, and yet... undeniably magnetic.

She realized then, with a shiver that ran through every nerve, that there was no stopping him.

No reasoning, no protest, no clever words could ever change what he commanded.

He was absolute. Complete. A force beyond reckoning, beyond morality, beyond resistance.

And the thought sent a tremor of fear and awe through her entire being.

Her heart raced. Her palms were sweaty. Her legs shook. And yet, she couldn’t leave.

She couldn’t look away.

Every second she spent watching only confirmed it: Ross didn’t just take bodies.

He took minds, wills, hearts. He left nothing untouched, nothing unswayed.

And in that moment, she understood something dark and undeniable: Ross was untouchable.

Indomitable. And anyone—even her—who crossed him would not survive.

But as terrifying as that was, a part of her could not deny the forbidden fascination curling in her stomach, a heat that burned even as her mind screamed to run.

Ross was monstrous, overwhelming, frightening... and utterly irresistible.

”I need to leave,” the spy muttered softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without waiting for a response, she slipped quietly out of the library, careful not to make a sound that would draw attention.

Her heart pounded, her stomach churned, and an uncomfortable heat lingered in her chest as she tried to shake off the images she had just witnessed.

She did not like how she felt at all.

Seeing Ross with her mother—so bold, so dominant, so completely in control—had unsettled her in ways she could hardly admit to herself.

A mixture of fear, disbelief, and a reluctant, unwelcome fascination clawed at her chest, making her limbs feel weak and her mind spin.

Still, she knew she couldn’t do nothing.

She had to act, to try and regain some semblance of control before her family was completely destroyed by Ross’s insidious influence.

A plan began to form in her mind, fragile but necessary.

Tonight, she would confront her mother.

She would speak plainly, make her mother see the danger, the immorality, and the consequences of what she was doing.

If she could reach her mother—if she could appeal to her better judgment—perhaps she could stop her from going to Ross again.

Perhaps she could salvage what remained of their family’s stability.

Perhaps, just perhaps, their perfect façade could still be preserved.

Her footsteps echoed softly down the hallway as she left the library, each step heavy with dread and determination.

The night ahead promised confrontation, reckoning, and the hope that she could still reclaim what was slipping away.