Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1092: Chapter 1092 Cruiser

“Continue. We’re listening,” Chelsea said, her voice cold but steady.

“Are we?” Lea whispered, glancing sideways at her sister.

“We are,” Chelsea replied without hesitation, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Ross raised an eyebrow, amused by their attempt to look composed.

“Fine. Then sit on the bed first.” He motioned lazily toward the mattress behind them. “I don’t want either of you fainting or getting too shocked to think straight. What I’m about to say might… stun you.”

Chelsea shot him a sharp glare but moved anyway, brushing past him as though touching the air around him was offensive enough.

She walked to the bed with rigid posture and sat down, legs crossed, chin lifted.

Lea followed a second later, though far less confidently. Her steps were small.

Her breaths uneven. Chelsea could be brilliant, but impulsive—and this situation was spiraling fast.

Still, Lea lowered herself beside her sister, trying to mimic her calm.

Ross watched them settle with a look that made the air feel heavier.

He didn’t hide it—his eyes roamed in slow, calculated sweeps, as if appraising two cuts of meat placed before him.

The silence stretched long enough for Lea to tuck her hands under her thighs, grounding herself, and for Chelsea’s jaw to clench so tightly it trembled.

“Alright,” Ross finally said, breaking the quiet with a casualness that felt wrong. He took one step closer. Then another. “Here’s the deal.”

Both sisters tensed.

“I’ll leave your sister Karen and your mom Marissa alone.” His tone was almost conversational, as if he were offering them a business proposal.

“No more secret meetings. No more calls. No more unexpected visits. I’ll cut things off completely.”

Lea’s lips parted in shock; Chelsea’s eyes narrowed with something fiercer—hope mixed with suspicion.

“But,” Ross added, lifting a finger, “I want something in return.”

Chelsea stiffened. Lea instinctively leaned closer to her sister.

Ross let his words drip slowly, deliberately. “I’ll walk out of your family’s lives,” he said, “if you can make me come.”

The world seemed to freeze.

He continued, smirking as he watched their faces. “Doesn’t matter who does it. One of you. Both of you. I’m flexible. Give me what I want, and I’ll disappear from your family forever.”

Lea’s breath hitched. Chelsea’s nails dug into the bedsheet.

Ross let the tension settle like a trap closing around them. His voice dropped even lower—almost intimate, almost taunting.

“That’s the offer. You succeed…” He snapped his fingers softly. “…and you get your mother and sister back. No strings attached.”

He leaned back slightly, hands sliding into his pockets, his gaze never leaving theirs.

“You fail,” he added, “and things continue exactly as they are. Maybe worse.”

Lea swallowed hard. Chelsea clenched her teeth so tight it hurt.

The room felt smaller. Warmer. Suffocating.

Ross waited, silent, eyes gleaming—enjoying every second of their shock.

“You are sick,” Lea burst out, her voice cracking with a mixture of disgust and fury. “Do you think we’re fools? You actually think we’d ever agree to that— to that—sick proposal of yours?”

Ross tilted his head slightly, watching her with the same calm indifference as someone observing a tantrum.

His lack of reaction only made Lea angrier.

“Relax, Lea,” Chelsea said, though her voice wasn’t calm at all—there was a tremor beneath her words, a battle barely contained.

“Honestly? I expected him to demand even worse. Maybe he’d want us to replace Mom and Karen altogether.”

Lea’s eyes widened. “Chelsea—”

“We can handle this,” Chelsea interrupted, eyes sharp, mind clearly racing.

“Most men can’t even last. I’ve heard it so many times—premature ejaculation, losing control too fast… it’s common. All we need is for him to finish, and then he’s out of their lives forever.” She drew in a slow breath and lifted her chin. “If he really thinks we’re scared, he’s wrong.”

She turned her full attention to Ross, her expression icy.

“You’re not allowed to move,” she stated clearly. “And you’re not allowed to touch either of us.

Those are the conditions. If you don’t agree, then you can get up and walk out that door right now.”

Ross blinked once, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Fine. Honestly, I would’ve left twice already if one of you didn’t keep blocking the door before I even touched the handle.” His eyes drifted lazily between them. “So, what do you want me to do?”

Chelsea didn’t break eye contact. “We want you to lie on the bed,” she said slowly, as though making sure he absorbed every word. “Flat on your back. Hands at your sides. No moving. No touching. You do nothing except stay still.”

Ross studied her for a moment, as if weighing whether she truly understood what she was asking for. Then he nodded.

The sisters moved up and wasted the bed.

Without a word, he moved past them toward the bed.

Every step he took made Lea’s breath come shorter. Chelsea remained still, jaw locked, but her knees pressed together subconsciously.

Ross sat on the edge of the mattress, the springs creaking under his weight.

His eyes never left the sisters—calm, dark, unreadable.

Slowly, deliberately, he lowered himself onto his back.

He stretched out, placing his hands flat against the blanket beside him, fingers relaxed.

He inhaled deeply, chest rising, then exhaled.

“All right,” Ross said quietly, letting his head sink into the pillow. “I’m lying down… not touching… not moving.” His lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. “I’m waiting.”

The room grew unbearably still.

Lea swallowed, her throat tight. Chelsea’s fingers twitched against her leg.

The air felt too warm. The silence too heavy.

And Ross, perfectly still on the bed, looked like a challenge laid out before them—one they had chosen to accept, whether they were ready or not.

“Are we really sure we can do this, Chelsea?” Lea whispered, her voice barely audible as she stepped closer to her sister. She felt her heart hammering in her chest, every beat echoing in her ears.