Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 270 Chaotic Storm

Her husbandʼs face flashed in her mind—his kind eyes, his gentle touch. He was the only man she had ever been with, and their intimacy had always been soft, careful, almost reverent.

He treated her body like something delicate, something precious. Ross, on the other hand, was anything but gentle. His rough, domineering hands treated her like a possession, something to claim and conquer.

The stark contrast overwhelmed her senses, throwing her into a whirlwind of confusion and guilt.

Minutes passed like an eternity, with Rossʼs hands continuing their relentless assault on her chest. Her soft, sensitive breasts, once only touched with care, were now subjected to his unyielding grip.

She felt his fingers pressing, pulling, and kneading as though he was molding her body to his will.

Then it happened.

”Ahhhhh…”

The moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, soft and breathless, but loud enough to echo in the room. Irisʼs eyes flew open, wide with shock and humiliation.

Did I just moan? No… this isnʼt me… this canʼt be me! she thought frantically, her cheeks burning with shame.

Ross froze for a moment, his eyes lighting up with a triumphant gleam as a smug smirk spread across his face.

”Thatʼs more like it,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Her heart raced as she tried to deny the truth, but her body betrayed her. Her skin was hot to the touch, her breathing uneven, and a faint, unbearable ache had started to bloom low in her belly.

Rossʼs touch changed then—his roughness gave way to something softer, something more deliberate.

His fingers now brushed over her nipples with surprising tenderness, the light, teasing touch making her gasp.

Her chest heaved as the contrast heightened her sensitivity, her reddened, swollen breasts reacting to every stroke and flick of his skilled fingers.

No… stop… she begged silently, but her body no longer listened. The pleasure built steadily, relentless and consuming, drowning out her attempts to resist.

Rossʼs touch was maddeningly precise. He pinched her nipples lightly, rolling them between his fingers as though testing her limits.

Then he circled them with his thumb, the gentleness a stark contrast to his earlier aggression.

Each movement sent sharp jolts of pleasure through her, making her legs tremble and her back arch involuntarily.

”Ah… no… please…” she whispered weakly, her voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and something she refused to name.

Ross chuckled, leaning closer until his lips brushed against her ear.

”Your bodyʼs honest, Iris,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

”No matter how much you try to deny it, it knows what it wants.”

Iris shuddered at his words, her body betraying her further as a fresh wave of heat surged through her.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations, but the pleasure was impossible to ignore.

Her body had completely surrendered, her resistance crumbling under Rossʼs relentless touch.

Her breasts were now impossibly sensitive, the soft, deliberate caresses drawing out sounds from her lips she hadnʼt even realized she was capable of making. y Virtual Library Empire

Her cheeks burned with humiliation as the room filled with the unmistakable sound of her pleasure, each moan and gasp a testament to how thoroughly Ross was breaking her.

It was then that she became acutely aware of the wetness between her thighs.

The heat pooling in her tight wet pussy had grown unbearable, and her panties were now soaked, clinging to her in a way that left nothing to the imagination.

How did it come to this? Why is my body reacting like this? Iris thought desperately, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

She hated herself for the way her body was responding, hated the undeniable proof of her arousal.

Rossʼs smirk deepened as he leaned back slightly, his eyes raking over her trembling form. ”Look at you,” he said, his voice filled with possessive delight.

”Your body loves every second of this, Iris. You can deny it all you want, but it wonʼt change the truth.”

His words cut through her like a knife, but they also sent an unwelcome shiver down her spine.

Her body continued to react to his every touch, her mind caught in a chaotic storm of guilt, shame, and a pleasure so intense it left her breathless.

As Rossʼs hands continued their sinful exploration, Iris closed her eyes once more, unable to face the reality of what was happening.

But even in the darkness, there was no escape. The sensations overwhelmed her, consuming her completely, as her body surrendered to the pleasure Ross forced upon her.

Iris had no idea how long she had been moaning. Time had lost all meaning as wave after wave of unwanted pleasure coursed through her body.

Her mind was a haze of conflicting emotions, but her body had betrayed her completely, succumbing to the overwhelming sensations Ross forced upon her.

Lust had seeped into every fiber of her being, clouding her thoughts and making her hyperaware of every touch, every caress.

It felt so good. She hated how good it felt.

Rossʼs hands roamed her body with a confidence that left her breathless, kneading and exploring as if he owned every inch of her.

Her skin tingled wherever he touched, a fiery heat following in the wake of his movements. She couldnʼt deny the truth—his hands felt maddeningly good.

Just when she thought she couldnʼt feel any more overwhelmed, Ross leaned in, taking things to the next level.

”Mmm…” Iris gasped softly as his lips captured hers mid-moan, silencing her involuntary sounds. His kiss was anything but gentle—it was rough, demanding, and entirely possessive.

His mouth moved against hers with an intensity that left her reeling, and before she could protest, his tongue forced its way past her lips, invading her mouth.

”Hmmmp!” Irisʼs muffled cry of resistance filled the room as she tried to push him away. Her hands pressed against his chest, but it was like trying to move a mountain.