Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 871
Chapter 871: Chapter 871 Original
Without warning, Ross swept Lois into his arms, lifting her effortlessly from her chair.
She gave a startled gasp, clutching at his shoulders as he carried her back up the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Ross… wait…” she whispered weakly, but the plea died on her lips when she saw the heat burning in his eyes.
That dark, unrelenting hunger sent a shiver straight through her core, making her thighs clench involuntarily.
The next thing she knew, she was on the bed, the mattress sinking under her weight as Ross loomed over her like a hungry sex monster.
His hands were everywhere—sliding up her thighs, gripping her hips, tugging the thin fabric of her dress until it pooled around her waist.
“God, Lois…” His voice was low, rough with desire. “You look even better in the daylight.”
Before she could respond, his mouth crashed onto hers, stealing her breath with a kiss so deep it left her dizzy.
His tongue invaded her mouth as his fingers found her soaked core, teasing, stroking, making her whimper against his lips.
She was already wet—too wet—and the shame of that burned her cheeks.
But Ross didn’t give her time to think. With a sharp tug, her panties were gone, tossed aside like nothing, and then his cock was pressing against her entrance—thick, hard, and impossibly big.
“Ross—ahhh!” Lois cried out as he pushed inside her in one powerful thrust, splitting her open and stretching her walls to the limit.
Her head fell back, her nails clawing at the sheets as he filled her completely, the overwhelming sensation making her toes curl.
“Fuck… so tight,” Ross groaned, gripping her hips hard as he began to move.
Slow at first, letting her feel every inch of his cock dragging along her slick walls, then harder, faster, pounding into her with a rhythm that shook the bed.
Lois’s mind blanked. Words vanished.
All she could do was moan and scream as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into her.
She lost count of how many times she came—shaking, crying, begging for mercy that never came.
Ross gave her none.
Every time her body went limp, he changed positions, pulling her onto his lap, bending her over the edge of the bed, pressing her against the wall and driving into her from behind with brutal strength.
Hours passed in a blur of heat and sweat.
The room reeked of sex, the air heavy with their moans and the wet slap of skin on skin.
Ross fucked her like a man possessed—owning her, claiming her, dragging her deeper and deeper into a world where nothing existed except his cock and the way it made her feel.
Lois was beyond exhaustion, yet every thrust still tore another moan from her throat.
Her legs trembled violently, her pussy aching from being stretched and filled over and over, but even then, her traitorous body wanted more.
And God help her, she knew why.
It was his size. That thick, fat cock that hit places no man ever had.
The way it filled her so completely, reaching deep inside and making her shatter again and again.
Lois could barely admit it to herself, but the truth was undeniable: she was getting addicted.
Addicted to the feel of Ross buried inside her, to the sinful ecstasy he forced from her until her voice was hoarse and her body broken.
When Ross finally let her rest, Lois collapsed onto the mattress like a rag doll, her body glistening with sweat, her chest rising and falling in ragged gasps.
Her thighs were slick with his cum, her pussy still twitching from the last orgasm he wrung from her.
Ross lay beside her for a moment, his hand stroking lazily down her thigh.
“You did well,” he murmured, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “But remember, Lois… you’re mine now and no other man than me can have you ever in this life.”
Lois closed her eyes, biting her lip to hold back a sob.
She hated him for what he’d done to her, hated herself for what she was feeling—and yet, deep inside, one terrifying truth echoed louder than anything else.
She wanted him again.
***
Night had fallen, and with it came the moment Lois dreaded most.
She walked into the upscale restaurant with hesitant steps, her heart pounding so hard she swore everyone could hear it.
The soft golden lighting of the place cast an elegant glow across the marble floors, the clinking of glasses and low murmur of conversations filling the air.
And then… silence.
Every head turned as she entered. Conversations faltered mid-sentence, eyes widening in stunned disbelief.
It didn’t matter if they were men or women—every single person in that room stared at Lois as if a goddess had descended among them.
She knew why.
Her outfit.
Ross’s outfit.
The short black dress hugged her curves like a second skin, the silky fabric shimmering with every movement.
It wasn’t something she would ever choose for herself.
The neckline plunged low, leaving her breasts barely contained, and without a bra, every subtle shift made her nipples press against the fabric.
The hemline stopped so high on her thighs it felt like a cruel joke—one wrong move, and she’d be flashing the entire restaurant.
Her thong, a tiny strip of lace Ross had insisted on, peeked out every time she adjusted her stance.
Lois swallowed hard, feeling heat crawl up her neck.
She walked with stiff legs, her heels clicking against the floor as she made her way toward the reserved table.
She wanted to disappear under the weight of all those stares, to vanish into thin air—but Ross’s voice from earlier echoed in her mind:
“Wear it. Show him what you’ve become.”
Her throat tightened. Normally, she would never, ever wear something so… indecent.
But Ross didn’t just pick the dress—he ordered her to wear it, and Lois had no strength left to resist him.
She spotted Billy before he spotted her.