Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 870
Chapter 870: Chapter 870 Angle
Lois froze.
Slowly, she turned her head—her blood going cold as Ross stepped inside, his tall frame filling the doorway, his gaze dark and unreadable.
A cruel smile curved his lips as he spoke softly, “Good morning, Lois. I trust you slept well?”
Her phone slipped from her hands, hitting the floor with a dull thud.
Ross’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile as he stepped closer, his polished shoes echoing softly against the wooden floor.
Every movement carried authority, a confidence that radiated like heat and made Lois feel smaller and smaller with each step he took toward her.
He bent down without breaking eye contact, picked up the phone from where it had fallen, and turned it over in his hand.
For a moment, he simply looked at the screen, then at her, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Don’t let me interrupt, Lois,” he said, voice silky and commanding. “Go on—finish what you started. Set up that meeting with your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.”
His words sank like poison into her veins. He held the phone out to her, but Lois hesitated, her fingers trembling before she took it from him.
His skin brushed hers, warm and steady, a stark contrast to the icy dread coursing through her body.
She stared at the bright screen for a long moment, her mind screaming at her to find a way out.
But there was no escape.
Ross’s presence was suffocating—like a predator patiently watching its prey.
She could feel his gaze on her even as she typed, each word like a blade carving deep into her chest:
“Billy, can we meet later today? I need to tell you something important.”
Her breath caught when she hit send alongside a few details of the meeting.
The message was gone, and with it, a piece of her heart.
The phone slipped from her weak fingers and landed softly on the bed.
Slowly, she raised her eyes to Ross.
He was already smiling, that same infuriating, confident smile that said everything without words.
“See?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, yet it filled the room like a command. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Lois didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her throat was tight with emotions she didn’t dare let out—not in front of him.
Ross chuckled, a deep, husky sound that made her shiver.
He stepped closer, closing the gap between them until she could feel his heat, his scent, the raw dominance that rolled off him like a tide.
Gently, but with undeniable authority, he slid a finger under her chin and tilted her face upward.
Their eyes met—hers wide and trembling, his dark and hungry.
“You’re beautiful when you’re obedient,” he murmured, his lips curling into a smirk that sent a chill down her spine.
His gaze swept over her body slowly, deliberately, lingering on the thin dress clinging to her curves.
His eyes darkened, filled with a hunger that made Lois’s breath hitch.
“Now that you’re up,” he continued, his voice a low rumble that thrummed through her bones, “and looking absolutely irresistible… let’s get you something to eat.” His thumb brushed lightly against her lower lip, and the subtle, teasing touch made her heart pound violently in her chest.
Then his tone shifted—still soft, but darker, laced with promise and danger.
“…And after that, we’ll continue where we left off last night.”
Lois swallowed hard, her knees threatening to give way.
Her mind screamed no, but her body betrayed her with a shiver she couldn’t suppress.
Ross noticed. His smirk deepened.
“Good girl,” he said, letting his hand slide down her cheek before pulling away slowly, making sure she felt the loss of his touch. “Come on.”
He turned and walked toward the door without looking back, expecting her to follow.
Lois stood frozen for a few seconds, staring at his broad back, fighting the whirlpool of emotions inside her—fear, anger, guilt… and something else she hated herself for feeling.
Finally, with trembling legs, she obeyed.
The hallway outside was silent, eerily so, and Lois found herself glancing around as they descended a grand staircase into a spacious dining area.
Everything about this house screamed wealth and power—the kind you didn’t cross, the kind you didn’t escape from.
Ross gestured for her to sit at the long dining table.
“Breakfast will be served in a minute,” he said casually, as if this was the most normal morning in the world.
He sat across from her, leaning back in his chair with the relaxed confidence of a man who owned everything in his sight—including her.
Lois sat stiffly, her hands folded tightly in her lap.
Her phone buzzed softly against her thigh—Billy. Her heart lurched painfully.
She didn’t dare look, not with Ross watching her like a hawk.
He noticed anyway. His smirk returned, sharp and knowing.
“That’ll be him, won’t it?” he said, his tone dripping with amusement. “Eager little Billy. Poor guy.”
Her stomach knotted, shame and anger burning in her chest.
She opened her mouth to speak—maybe to defend Billy, maybe to beg—but Ross raised a hand, cutting her off before she could utter a word.
“Don’t,” he said softly, but there was steel beneath the silk.
“Billy doesn’t matter anymore. Not in this world. In my world, there’s only me… and you.”
His words hung heavy in the air, final and absolute.
Lois stared down at her lap, her vision swimming as silent tears slid down her cheeks.
Then Ross leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to that dark, intimate tone that made her pulse spike against her will.
“Finish your breakfast, Lois. You’ll need your strength… because when we’re done eating…” His eyes dragged over her like a slow caress, “…I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”
Lois’s breath caught in her throat. For the first time since waking up, she realized the truth that made her heart pound harder than ever.
And true to his word, Ross didn’t stop at promises—he claimed her again the moment breakfast was over.