Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1183: Chapter 1183 Grid

Ross growled against her skin—a low, primal sound that vibrated through Bella’s breast—and moved to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same ravenous attention.

Teeth grazed, tongue swirled, lips tugged until both peaks glistened with his saliva and throbbed in time with her frantic heartbeat.

The more aggressively he sucked, the harder her nipples became, standing proud and flushed deep pink, impossibly sensitive under his relentless assault.

”Ohhhh... please, Ross,” Bella whimpered, voice cracking with overwhelming need.

”Be gentle... don’t leave any marks on me. Please...”

Her hands tugged weakly at his hair, trying to guide him, to temper the storm of his mouth, but Ross only laughed—a dark, husky sound against her wet skin—and ignored her completely.

If anything, her plea spurred him on.

His mouth turned punishing: sharp little nips that made her gasp, followed by soothing licks that only stoked the fire higher.

He sucked harder, deeper, marking her pale skin with faint red blooms and tiny crescent indents from his teeth—deliberate signatures of his claim.

Bella’s thighs clenched together helplessly, slick with the evidence of how much she loved every brutal second of it.

Her pussy flooded shamelessly, fresh waves of arousal coating her swollen folds and dripping down to soak the sheets beneath her hips.

Each rough tug on her nipples sent a throbbing pulse straight to her clit, leaving her empty and aching, her body trembling on the edge of something overwhelming.

Ross lifted his head just long enough to look at his handiwork—her breasts flushed and heaving, nipples dark and glistening, marked by him in ways that would linger for days.

His eyes met hers, dark and triumphant, lips curved in a wicked, satisfied smile.

He wasn’t nearly done with her yet.

Bella’s body was a live wire—trembling, flushed, utterly primed for the hard, punishing fucking she both feared and craved.

Every inch of her skin tingled with electric need, her thighs slick and trembling as she lay spread open beneath him, chest heaving with shallow, desperate breaths.

Ross leaned down and claimed her mouth again, the kiss deep and brutal, his tongue thrusting past her lips in a preview of what was to come.

But he didn’t stay there long. Hunger drove him lower.

His lips dragged a scorching trail down the elegant line of her throat, pausing only to suck another faint mark just above her collarbone.

He continued downward—over the swollen, marked curves of her breasts, lingering just long enough to flick his tongue across one still-throbbing nipple and draw a sharp gasp from her—then across the soft, quivering plane of her stomach.

He traced slow, deliberate circles around her navel with the tip of his tongue, making her hips twitch involuntarily before he finally settled between her widely parted thighs.

His broad shoulders pushed her legs even farther apart, exposing her completely.

Ross paused there, dark eyes fixed on the sight before him: Bella’s delicate pink pussy, swollen and glistening obscenely with arousal.

Her smooth lips were parted slightly, revealing the slick, rosy inner folds that fluttered with every ragged breath she took.

A thin strand of her wetness stretched from her entrance to the sheet below, and the air was thick with the intoxicating scent of her desire.

”You’re absolutely drenched, Bella,” he murmured, voice low and rough, laced with cruel satisfaction.

His warm breath ghosted over her sensitive clit, sending a violent shiver through her entire body.

”Look at you—soaked and trembling, aching to be fucked by only the second man who’s ever had you. Tell me, sweetheart... what would your husband think if he saw his proper little wife like this? Legs spread wide, pussy dripping down her thighs, begging for another man’s cock?”

Bella whimpered, hips lifting helplessly toward his mouth, but Ross only chuckled darkly.

He traced one thick finger along her slick seam, parting her folds with deliberate slowness, coating himself in her abundant arousal before circling her throbbing clit with feather-light pressure that made her cry out.

Then, without warning, he pushed that finger deep inside her in one smooth glide.

Her walls clenched around him instantly—scorching hot, velvet-soft, and impossibly tight.

Even after years of marriage, her cunt gripped him like it had never been truly claimed before, fluttering greedily around the intrusion as though trying to pull him deeper.

”Ohhhhh...” The moan tore from her throat, long and broken, as her back arched off the bed.

Ross’s eyes darkened with raw lust as he watched her face contort in pleasure.

He began to pump his finger slowly, deliberately—pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, curling just enough to stroke that sensitive spot deep inside her that made her thighs quake.

He added a second finger, stretching her gently, scissoring them to open her further while his thumb brushed maddeningly light circles over her swollen clit.

”What’s his name, Bella?” he asked again, voice velvet-rough as he fucked her slowly with his fingers, drawing out every obscene wet sound. ”Your husband. Say it for me.”

”Sebastian,” she whispered, the name barely audible over the ragged panting of her breath.

Her cheeks burned with shame and arousal as she bit down on her lower lip, trying desperately to muffle the moans spilling from her throat as his fingers worked her relentlessly.

Ross leaned in closer, lips brushing the trembling inside of her thigh as he kept that torturously gentle rhythm.

His free hand slid up to grip her hip, holding her still when she tried to grind down harder.

”Good girl,” he praised, voice dripping with dark honey. ”Sebastian. Such a respectable name for the man who thinks this perfect cunt belongs to him.”

He curled his fingers again, pressing firmly against that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes, and Bella’s entire body jolted.

”Do you ever think about him when you’re alone, touching yourself?” Ross continued, relentless.

”Or do you think about someone else—someone who’d take you harder, deeper, make you scream things you’d never say in your proper little marriage bed?”