Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 869
Chapter 869: Chapter 869 Lion
Lois’ pussy was already swollen and glistening, cum dripping out from the earlier rounds, but he didn’t care—he shoved back inside without warning, making Lois scream his name all over again.
Time lost all meaning.
Hours passed as Ross used her in every way he wanted—over the table, against the wall, on the floor, even riding him when her strength returned for a brief moment before he overpowered her again.
Her voice grew hoarse from moaning, her body slick with sweat and their mingled fluids, her mind a haze of sinful pleasure and exhaustion.
By the time Ross finally decided she had had enough, Lois was completely spent.
She collapsed face-down on the table, her naked body covered in sweat and cum.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and her pussy was raw, gaping slightly as thick streams of his seed leaked out of her and pooled onto the wood beneath her.
Ross stood behind her, his cock still semi-hard, dripping with their mixed fluids.
He brushed a hand down her back, smirking at the sight of her thoroughly wrecked state.
“You did well, Lois,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the back of her neck. “But this… this is only the beginning. Next time, I’ll make sure you last even longer.”
Lois could only moan weakly in response, too exhausted to speak, her body trembling as she drifted into a deep, spent sleep on the table—completely owned, utterly ruined, and marked as Ross’s in every way.
***
“Mmm…” Lois stirred awake, her body aching in places she had never felt before.
Every muscle throbbed with the memory of what happened last night—the intensity, the relentless pace, the way Ross had taken her again and again until she lost all sense of time.
For a brief second, she prayed it was all a bad dream.
But when her eyes opened and landed on the unfamiliar ceiling, hope crumbled.
This wasn’t her room.
She pushed herself up slowly, feeling soreness deep in her core, and scanned the space around her.
The bedroom was spacious and elegant, with rich curtains, polished wood floors, and a faint scent of Ross lingering in the air. Her stomach twisted.
Last night… it was real.
Her breath quickened, panic setting in as she slipped off the bed and looked down at her bare skin.
Naked. Completely exposed. A sick rush of shame crawled up her spine.
She needed clothes—anything to cover herself.
Her eyes darted to a cabinet in the corner, and she hurried toward it, praying for something, anything to wear.
The doors opened to reveal a row of neatly folded garments, all luxurious and unfamiliar.
She grabbed the simplest dress she could find, slipping it on quickly, the soft fabric brushing against her flushed skin.
When she turned back toward the bed, that’s when she saw it—a folded note resting neatly on the pillow.
Lois froze, her chest tightening as dread pooled in her gut. Slowly, she walked back and picked it up with trembling hands.
The moment her eyes skimmed the words, her blood ran cold.
“Break up with your boyfriend. From this day forward, you belong to me. Prepare yourself for our wedding. You’ll stand beside me… and your sister, Laura.”
Lois’s heart stopped. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
She read the words again and again, hoping—praying—that she had misunderstood.
But the meaning was clear, sharp, and cruel.
Her breath hitched. Tears blurred her vision as a wave of panic and despair crashed over her.
The paper slipped from her fingers, fluttering to the floor like a silent verdict.
“No… no, this can’t…” she whispered, voice cracking.
And then it hit her. Billy.
The image of his warm smile, his gentle voice, his promises—they flashed through her mind like knives twisting in her heart.
He had done nothing to deserve this. Loyal. Loving. Trusting. He believed in her.
And now, she was about to shatter him in the worst way possible.
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as sobs shook her shoulders.
She clutched her chest, the weight of guilt pressing down on her like a boulder.
For a few moments, she hated herself—hated the weakness that let her end up here, the choices that trapped her.
But no amount of tears would change reality. Ross had made it clear: she belonged to him now. There was no escaping that truth.
Life was never fair.
Lois wiped her tears with shaky hands, trying to pull herself together even as her heart broke into pieces.
If this was her fate, then she had to face it.
She couldn’t drag Billy down with her—not more than this already would.
Sniffling, she grabbed her bag from the floor and found her phone inside.
The familiar screen lit up, and for a long moment she stared at Billy’s name in her contacts, her thumb hovering above it.
Her hands shook as she began typing.
“Billy… we need to talk.”
She stared at the words for what felt like an eternity, her vision swimming.
Her finger hovered over the send button, and she thought about deleting it, pretending nothing happened—running away.
But there was no running. Ross would find her. He always would.
Finally, she pressed send.
The moment the message left, a sob tore from her throat. It felt like she had ripped her own heart out.
She imagined Billy reading those words, confusion spreading across his face, worry clouding his eyes.
He didn’t know yet that his world was about to fall apart.
The phone buzzed almost immediately. Billy had replied.
“What’s wrong, babe? Are you okay?”
Lois clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a cry.
She couldn’t bring herself to answer—not yet.
Her fingers trembled as she typed and erased, again and again, because how do you destroy someone you love in just a few words?
Her heart ached so badly it hurt to breathe.
And then, as if the universe wanted to make her suffering worse, the door behind her clicked wide open.