Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ross moved closer, his hand trailing down the length of her body, savoring the feel of her skin beneath his fingers.

His touch was possessive, almost reverent, as if he were claiming a prize he had long sought after. Iris flinched but held herself still, refusing to let him see the disgust that welled up within her.

Ross's laughter quieted, replaced by the heavy sound of his breathing.

"Come closer, Iris," Ross murmured, sinking back into the plush bed, arranging himself for the inevitable.

His legs spread wide, showcasing the substantial cock nestled between them, a powerful and undeniable symbol of the encounter unfolding.

The sheer size and undeniable presence of the member spoke volumes, a stark and undeniable declaration of the night's purpose.

Iris hesitated for a brief second, her heart pounding in her chest, but she obeyed. She had no choice.

As soon as she stepped within reach, Ross's large hands gripped her waist and pulled her roughly onto his lap.

She landed with a soft gasp, her body tense, her mind spinning.

His cock, heavy and rigid, pressed against the soft curve of her ass, and though the contact was daunting, Iris was relieved for the small mercy that he hadn't yet forced himself inside her.

She wasn't ready—her body and soul recoiled from the very idea. For a fleeting moment, she thought perhaps she would be given more time to adjust, to prepare herself for what was coming.

But Ross had no patience for her fears.

Before she could think further, his hand shot up to the back of her head, fingers tangling roughly in her hair as he pulled her face toward his.

His lips crashed against hers in a frenzied kiss, greedy and unrelenting just like what he did before.

Iris's eyes widened, a muffled sound of protest escaping her as his mouth consumed hers. His kiss was desperate, demanding everything from her with an urgency she couldn't match.

"S… stop," she gasped, managing to break free for a moment, her breath coming in short, panicked bursts. But her words were ignored.

Ross's grip on her tightened, pulling her deeper into the kiss, and soon she found herself lost in it.

The intensity of his tongue invading her mouth left her breathless, and as much as she wanted to fight, her body began to betray her.

The initial panic slowly gave way to something else. Her muscles, tense with resistance, began to loosen, her body responding in ways she hadn't expected.

Unconsciously, her tongue began to move in rhythm with his, their mouths entwined in a dance of forced passion.

She hated herself for it, for allowing this to happen, but no matter how much her mind screamed at her to stop, her body had other ideas.

Ross, still locking her in the kiss, smirked inwardly.

Women are so predictable, he thought, his confidence swelling.

He could sense the exact moments when Iris's body gave in, when her resistance crumbled, and with every second, he took more from her.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch with a possessiveness that left no room for modesty.

His touch was methodical, teasing, and relentless, honing in on her pleasure points with precision.

His fingers brushed lightly over her sensitive spots, igniting small sparks of pleasure that Iris tried desperately to ignore, but failed. It didn't take long for those sparks to grow into flames.

In just a few minutes, Iris's body, once tense and unyielding, melted into his grasp. Her hands, which had been pressed against his chest in weak resistance, now wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

She cradled his head with a tenderness that contradicted the violence of their encounter.

Her body seemed to be acting on its own, responding to the sensations coursing through her without her conscious approval.

She hated it, hated how easily her body was manipulated, but the pleasure was overwhelming, too much to resist.

Ross's smirk grew wider as he felt her surrender. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the soft tremors that ran through her body as she succumbed to the sensations he was stirring within her.

The rub of her hardened nipples against his chest sent waves of pleasure through him, her body responding to every touch, every brush of skin.

Her breasts pressed against him, her pink nipples hard and lewd, grazing his skin in the most tantalizing way.

Below, the heat from her pussy was almost unbearable. It radiated through her, a scorching inferno of desire she could no longer control.

Ross could feel the slick wetness pooling between her legs, the clear, sticky liquid that dripped from her love tunnel as her body betrayed her once more.

He chuckled darkly, enjoying the sight and feel of her arousal.

"Look at you," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"You are so beautiful and is more than ready enough for a long night of hard rough fucking."

Iris's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing ragged as she fought to hold on to whatever was left of her dignity. But it was a losing battle.

Every touch, every whisper from Ross seemed to strip away the last remnants of her resistance, leaving her exposed, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy.

Her body was betraying her at every turn, responding to his touch with a hunger she had never felt before.

Ross's hands slid down her back, his fingers trailing along her skin until they reached the curve of her hips. He gripped her tightly, pulling her even closer until his cock was pressed firmly against her soaked entrance.

She could feel him there, hot and hard, teasing her, waiting for the moment when he would finally claim her fully. Her body, despite her mind's protest, trembled with anticipation.

"You see, Iris," Ross continued, his voice a low, seductive whisper.

"You were always mine. From the moment you stepped into this room, your body belonged to me. And now... now you can't resist." Iris's breath hitched, her mind screaming in defiance, but her body... her body could no longer deny the truth.