Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 894
Chapter 894: Chapter 894 Home
That was easier said than done.
When Sarah’s soft, feminine body shifted unconsciously, settling onto his lap as if it belonged there, his hesitation cracked.
The warmth of her thighs pressed against him, her weight light but intoxicating.
In that instant, he knew there was no turning back.
His hand slid up her back, pulling her closer, and then his lips crashed back onto hers.
This time, he kissed her with fiery passion—hard, demanding, almost punishing.
Sarah gasped into his mouth, shocked awake from her drunken haze, but the shock only melted into heat.
“Mmmm…” her soft moan slipped free as their mouths battled.
His kiss was overwhelming, the kind that stole breath and scattered thought.
When Sarah finally tore herself away, she was panting, her lips swollen and damp.
Her heart thundered inside her chest, and for a fleeting moment, reason pierced through the haze.
She had done it—she had kissed him, satisfied her curiosity, proved to herself what it was like.
And God, he was a great kisser. The best she had ever known.
“That’s enough,” she told herself firmly. She had to stop here.
She had to get up, step away, and forget this ever happened.
Her husband’s face flashed in her mind, and guilt tightened around her chest.
She shifted slightly, as if preparing to rise.
But Ross’s hand was already there—large, strong, and possessive.
It curled around her hips, holding her down as if he could sense her hesitation.
“Boss—” she began, but the rest of her words died in her throat.
In a blur of motion, his other hand tugged at the neckline of her dress.
The smooth fabric slipped lower, exposing her cleavage, then sliding down entirely.
Her bra came next, unfastened with surprising ease, leaving her bare before him in the dim light.
Sarah’s eyes widened, her lips parting in protest, but she never got the chance.
Ross lowered his mouth onto her chest, his tongue circling one pink nipple before drawing it between his lips.
“Ohhhhhh… boss… s-stop…” Sarah moaned, but the word was weak, trembling with need.
Her hands pushed lightly against his shoulders, but her body betrayed her.
Instead of pulling away, her back arched, pressing her breasts deeper into his mouth.
Ross ignored her protests, as if he knew better than she what she truly wanted.
He sucked firmly, then switched, feasting on her other breast.
His tongue lashed, his lips pulled, his teeth grazed just enough to make her shiver.
Sarah clutched at his shoulders, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
The heat in her body was unbearable, spiraling down between her thighs.
It had been years since anyone but her husband had touched her like this, and the forbidden thrill of it only made it worse.
“Please… this… this isn’t right…” she whispered, though her hips shifted against him unconsciously, grinding lightly against the hardness beneath her.
Ross’s grip tightened on her waist, pulling her down even closer, making her feel exactly how much he wanted her.
His mouth never slowed, devouring her as though he couldn’t get enough.
In less than a minute, Sarah’s resistance had crumbled.
Her panties were already soaked, her body trembling with desire she couldn’t control.
Every moan that escaped her lips betrayed her more than her words ever could.
Noticing that Sarah wasn’t pushing him away anymore, Ross understood perfectly well what that meant.
The hesitation was gone.
Her lips had yielded to his, her body leaned into him rather than away.
To him, it was clear: her pussy was already his for the taking.
With a final wet suck on her hardened nipple, Ross pulled back.
Sarah shuddered beneath him, her breasts heaving, her lips parted with shallow gasps.
Before she could recover, he rose swiftly to his feet, scooping her up as though she weighed no more than a feather.
“Ah—!” she gasped, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, clinging to him as the ground fell away.
Ross carried her effortlessly, his grip firm and unyielding.
In one hand, he supported her thighs; with the other, he reached for a side door in the office.
Sarah blinked at it through her haze, confused—she had thought this was just another plain room.
But when Ross pushed it open, reality shifted. The dull office walls seemed to melt and reshape themselves.
The sterile atmosphere gave way to warmth and softness.
A cozy bedroom appeared before her eyes, dimly lit by a golden glow, complete with a wide bed dressed in fine sheets.
It felt surreal, almost dreamlike, and she wondered fleetingly if it was the alcohol playing tricks on her.
Thud!
Her back landed against the bed’s surface—not harshly, but firmly enough to jolt her body.
The mattress swallowed her form, soft and inviting.
Sarah blinked rapidly, dazed, her chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths.
Why is there a bed here? the rational part of her mind whispered.
But the thought was fleeting, swept away as Ross loomed over her, his broad shoulders blocking out everything else.
The heat of his body pressed down against her, and reason crumbled like paper in a storm.
“Mmmm…” Ross claimed her lips again before she could think further.
This kiss was wilder than the last.
His mouth was hungry, demanding, leaving her lips tingling and swollen.
He devoured her, his tongue plunging deep, stealing her breath until she thought she might melt into him.
Sarah’s fingers fisted into his business shirt, clinging desperately.
Her thighs squeezed together as her body burned hotter and hotter.
There was no denying it now—her body screamed for him.
Every nerve, every shiver, every moan told her the same truth: she wanted this man.
Instead of pain, the roughness only fed her desire.
Her body arched up beneath him, her breasts brushing against his chest with every ragged breath.
She could barely think anymore, her mind fogged with lust.
She broke the kiss with a gasp, her lips swollen and glistening, saliva shining faintly between them.