Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 883
Chapter 883: Chapter 883 Absolute
“This… this can’t be happening,” Kate whispered, almost too softly to hear.
Yet no matter how she tried to deny it, the truth pressed down on her with merciless clarity.
Her body was betraying her—alive, trembling, so painfully sensitive that every breath felt like fire in her veins.
It wasn’t just want; it was need.
A desperate, aching hunger that had been buried for far too long.
It had been more than twenty years since she had last lain with a man.
Two long decades since her husband’s touch, and even then, his love had proven false.
He had betrayed her, leaving her dignity shattered and her trust hollow.
After that, she had closed her heart and body to all others.
No lovers, no stolen moments—only the lonely comfort of her own hands in the silence of the night.
But those fleeting acts were hollow imitations, pale shadows of the intimacy she had once known.
Now, in Ross’ presence, the dam she had built inside herself began to crack.
She had seen the way he looked at women, the way he took what he wanted with shameless ease.
Everyone knew what kind of man Ross was—promiscuous, reckless, insatiable.
A man who would probably bed a pole if someone bothered to put a skirt on it.
His reputation wasn’t exaggerated; it was carved in plain sight, reflected in the sheer number of women he had already claimed.
Wives, concubines, lovers—they were already counted in the dozens, and still his appetite showed no sign of slowing.
Kate’s throat tightened when her thoughts strayed to her own daughters.
Lois and Laura—bright, young, full of dreams—had both fallen into his orbit as well.
Soon they, too, would be part of Ross’ ever-growing harem.
A mother’s heart should have resisted, should have fought for their innocence, yet even that conviction wavered when faced with the man before her.
Her chest rose and fell quickly, shame twisting in her gut.
How can I even think of this? she scolded herself, but her body refused to listen.
It had been starved for too long, and now, every glance at Ross only stoked the fire.
Disbelief. Shame. Longing. Desire.
They clashed violently inside her, leaving her unsteady on her feet.
The rational part of her screamed that this was madness, that surrendering would brand her with disgrace.
Yet another part—raw, desperate, and undeniably alive—whispered a truth she could not ignore.
Her body wanted him. No, more than that—her body needed him.
And as her gaze lingered on Ross, she realized with a sinking certainty: he knew it too.
“…” Kate bit her lip hard, just shy of drawing blood.
Her chest heaved, each breath uneven as her heart thundered against her ribs.
For so long, she had resisted temptation, forcing herself into the mold of a dignified woman, a faithful wife, a proper mother.
But now, in this charged silence, all those layers of restraint seemed paper-thin.
Finally, she exhaled, the sound heavy, resigned.
A sigh not only of defeat, but of acceptance.
She was only human—only a woman of flesh and blood.
And in this moment, she was powerless to resist the fire gnawing at her core.
Her gaze shifted to the side, where a tall, full-sized mirror stood waiting, framed in dark wood.
What she saw in its polished surface made her pulse quicken even more.
The reflection staring back was not the woman she thought she was.
Her lips were parted, her eyes glazed with longing.
Her body, tense yet trembling, looked like that of a woman aching to be touched, to be claimed.
She looked like sin itself—ready to be taken.
A smile ghosted across her lips, faint and fleeting.
Then, with a faint narrowing of her eyes, that smile hardened into something else.
Not shame. Not hesitation. But boldness. Determination.
This was no longer about resisting. This was about surrendering—and embracing it fully.
Thud!
The first garment fell to the floor.
The sound, sharp in the quiet chamber, seemed louder than it should have been.
Thud! Another followed. Then another.
Piece by piece, she stripped away the fabric, until nothing remained between her skin and the cool air.
Each article shed was another wall crumbling down, another layer of restraint torn away.
At last, she stood bare before the mirror.
Her eyes roamed her own body, tracing the familiar yet forgotten curves.
Time had touched her, yes—but instead of withering her, it had only ripened her.
Her form was lush, full, radiant with a mature beauty that youth could never replicate.
Her breasts rose and fell with her uneven breaths.
Her hips curved with undeniable allure.
Her skin, faintly flushed from the heat coursing through her veins, glowed beneath the dim light of the room.
It was not vanity that drew her lips into a faint smile—it was truth. She was beautiful.
More than that, she was irresistible. A goddess in flesh.
And Ross… Ross was only a man.
No man could turn away from her like this. Not now. Not ever.
Her heart hammered as she tore her eyes from the mirror and fixed them on him.
He was still sleeping, silent, but she would soon feel the weight of his gaze, hot and unyielding.
That only emboldened her further.
Slowly, deliberately, she closed the distance between them.
Each step was a declaration, a choice that could not be undone.
Her bare feet whispered across the floor, her body swaying with the subtle grace of temptation itself.
When she reached him, she did not hesitate.
Her hands, warm and trembling, settled on his shoulders.
For a heartbeat, she lingered, her eyes searching his.
Then, with all hesitation burned away, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
It was not a timid kiss. It was full, demanding, a kiss that carried the weight of twenty years of loneliness, longing, and suppressed desire.
A kiss that said, without words: I need this. I need you.
“Hmmmp…” Ross’s eyes fluttered open, feigning surprise, though his gaze betrayed every flicker of desire.
He parted his lips, about to speak, but Kate silenced him instantly, deepening the kiss with a heat that left no room for words.
Her lips moved with urgent insistence, pressing against him as if she had been waiting for this moment her entire life.
Ross’s hands instinctively found her waist, pulling her closer.
The first flicker of resistance melted away, replaced by a raw, unrestrained hunger.
He kissed her back with equal fervor, their mouths exploring, teasing, demanding in a perfect rhythm.
A soft moan escaped her throat through the press of their lips, and it sent a jolt of heat straight through him.
Time seemed to stretch, every second elongated by the intensity of the moment.
Ross’s hands slid up her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin, even as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.
Her body pressed against his, every curve aching to be claimed.
Finally, with a shiver of anticipation, he lifted her from the floor.
Her legs wrapped instinctively around his hips, locking them together as if she could never let go.
He carried her across the room, careful but unhurried, feeling her press against him with the weight of longing built up over decades.
The bed, large and inviting, awaited in the center of the room.
Ross lowered her gently, laying her down on the soft sheets.
Even then, the kiss did not break.
Their mouths stayed locked in a fiery, consuming embrace, teeth grazing, tongues exploring, the urgency between them crackling like static in the air.
Ross’s hands roamed over her body now more boldly, tracing the lines of her shoulders, her waist, the swell of her hips.
Every brush of skin against skin sent sparks racing through them both.
Kate’s hands slid along his back, down to the small of his waist, pulling him closer still.
Each movement, each touch, was a dialogue of desire, years of denial finally spilling over in a torrent they could no longer contain.
Her breaths came faster, shallow gasps mingling with the wet warmth of their kiss.
Ross shifted above her, leaning down to capture her lips again and again, letting the heat of his body press against hers.
The bed beneath them felt like the only reality, the rest of the world fading to nothing as they existed only in this shared, burning need.
And still, the kiss raged on, wild and unrelenting, a promise of what was yet to come, a prelude to the passion that awaited them on the soft sheets beneath the flickering glow of the lanterns.
Every heartbeat, every shiver, every moan wove together into a symphony of longing that neither of them could deny.
Five minutes later, when the kiss finally broke, Kate was gasping for air, her chest heaving as if she had been running a race.
Her lips tingled, still swollen from the intensity of their embrace, and a flush spread across her cheeks and neck.
Every nerve in her body seemed alive, buzzing with the lingering heat of desire.
She pressed her hand lightly to her chest, trying to steady her racing heartbeat, though her body refused to calm.
Ross finally pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with an intensity that made her shiver in both anticipation and apprehension.
He kept his hands close, brushing her shoulders lightly, as if to anchor himself in the moment.
“Kate… is this… okay?” His voice was low, deliberate, carrying a mixture of concern and desire.
There was a softness beneath the question, a need to ensure she was willing, that this was as much her choice as his.
Kate blinked rapidly, struggling to catch her breath, and the silence stretched for a heartbeat too long.
Her mind was spinning—desire clashed with guilt, shame with longing—but the truth she could no longer deny pressed against her from within.
Her body was alive, aching, and it was telling her that she wanted this, wanted him, wanted to surrender to the very thing she had denied herself for so long.
Her gaze met his, searching, hesitant, yet fiery with unspoken need.
A small, shaky smile curled her lips.
She opened her mouth to answer, then closed it, swallowing hard as a shiver ran through her.
Finally, with a soft, breathy voice, she whispered,
“Y-yes… Ross. This is… okay. I want this to happen.”
Hearing her words, Ross allowed a faint, approving smile to tug at his lips.
He leaned closer again, his forehead resting against hers for just a moment, savoring the closeness, the tension, the unspoken promises that hung heavy in the room.
And as Kate exhaled, letting herself melt into the intensity of the moment, the air between them seemed to hum with anticipation—every heartbeat, every shiver, every breath an obvious hint to the desire they could no longer hide.