Evil MC's NTR Harem

"…agree," Ren said, her voice steady but low, as if she was still coming to terms with her own words.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, and it felt as though the weight of years of repression was finally starting to lift. It wasn't just relief she felt—it was liberation.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, she had a say in her life, a sliver of control that she had fought for in silence.

Across from her, Ross leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips as he observed her.

"Nice. Come to me then. I want to feel your smooth, white skin in my hands," he said, his tone thick with insinuation.

His eyes glinted darkly as he pushed his chair back, the movement slow and deliberate, leaving no doubt about his intentions. He patted his lap, wordlessly beckoning her to sit.

Ren stiffened. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she met his gaze, her resolve hardening.

"I can't do that. At least, not yet," she said, shaking her head, her hair swaying slightly with the motion. Her voice was soft but firm, each word carefully measured.

"You need to take me out of this country first. Away from my parents, from all of this. Then, and only then, will I give you what you want—anything you want. But not before."

Ross tilted his head, his expression unreadable for a moment before a slow smirk spread across his face.

"Fine," he drawled, his voice heavy with mock patience.

"But I'll need some advance payment. Otherwise, I might just call it quits right now."

The air seemed to thicken between them. Ren's brows furrowed slightly as her unease grew.

"What do you want?" she asked, narrowing her lovely eyes at him. There was a warning in her tone, but Ross was the kind of man who thrived on pushing boundaries, especially hers.

His answer came quickly, cutting through the tension like a blade.

"I want you to play with yourself while I record you," he said, his voice smooth and unapologetic. He motioned toward the long, plush seat nearby, his eyes never leaving her.

For a moment, Ren's breath hitched. Her mind raced as she processed his demand, her heart pounding in her chest. There was no room for misinterpretation in his words or the way his eyes devoured her.

He wanted her submission, piece by piece, and he was clearly reveling in the power he held over her.

Ross's gaze roved over her, drinking in the sight of her. Ren was dressed to perfection, as if she were meant to be a living embodiment of desire.

Her silvery-gray dress clung to her curves, its figure-hugging design accentuating every inch of her body.

The thigh-high slit on one side revealed her long, slender legs, which were further elongated by her silver heels.

The sleeveless, halter-neck cut of the dress bared her toned arms and a tantalizing amount of cleavage, showcasing her full, perfectly rounded bust.

Her defined waist tapered into hips that swayed with an understated grace, and her overall physique was a harmonious blend of athleticism and sensuality.

Her brown hair was styled in a high ponytail, exposing her elegant neck and emphasizing her striking facial features.

Her makeup was subtle yet flawless, with a touch of gloss on her lips and a hint of shimmer on her eyelids. Everything about her screamed allure, a calculated sensuality that Ross found intoxicating.

He leaned back further in his chair, his arousal becoming almost unbearable as his imagination ran wild.

Ross envisioned her submitting to him fully, moving atop him with abandon, her silky brown hair spilling over her shoulders as she moaned his name.

The thought alone made him ache with desire, and he could hardly wait for the moment he knew would come eventually.

Ren, however, remained still. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—fear, anger, and a begrudging determination.

She hated how Ross looked at her, as though she was a prize he had already claimed. But she also knew that she couldn't afford to misstep.

For now, she had to do everything in order to get what she wanted in the end.

With a deep breath, Ren squared her shoulders, her hands clenched at her sides as she stared Ross down.

"Fine," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you have to hold up your end of the bargain after this. I need to escape my parents and this suffocating place."

Ross grinned, a wolfish gleam in his eyes as he gestured toward the seat again.

"Of course. You have my word on that," he said, his voice dripping with confidence.

Ren didn't waste any more time. Resolving herself, she walked to the long, plush seat Ross had motioned to and sat down.

Her cheeks burned, but she didn't hesitate as she adjusted her position, parting her legs.

With a swift motion, she pulled up her dress, revealing her panties.

The fabric clung tightly to her skin, perfectly outlining the contours of her intimate area, forming a noticeable camel toe that left nothing to the imagination.

Taking a deep breath, Ren pushed her embarrassment aside. If this was the price of her freedom, she would pay it.

Raising her hips, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. The garment slipped off easily, leaving her fully exposed.

She rested back on the seat, her freshly shaven pink slit now on full display for Ross—the first man to ever see her in such a vulnerable state.

The anticipation in the air was thick as Ross's dark eyes raked over her exposed body. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Oh? Smooth as a baby," he mused, his tone playful but laced with hunger.

"I would've thought you'd have a little hair down there." He pulled out his phone, angling it to capture every detail of her display.

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