Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 299 Magnifying Glass

It’s been so long, she thought, attributing the tightness to their prolonged abstinence.

But then he pushed deeper, the thickness of him stretching her in ways she’d never experienced before.

Her breath hitched, her body tensing as a flicker of doubt entered her mind.

And then, realization struck her like a lightning bolt.

’This isn’t my husband.’ Her eyes snapped open, and her heart began to race.

Panic surged through her as she froze beneath him, her body stiffening in shock.

She wanted to scream, to shout for him to stop, but fear of waking the entire household kept her silent. Instead, she fumbled blindly for the bedside lamp, her fingers trembling as they searched for the switch.

Click!

The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the room, casting its light on the man above her.

Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in disbelief.

It wasn’t her husband.

It was Ross.

Her soon-to-be son-in-law.

”ROSS!” she hissed sharply, her voice a frantic whisper as she tried to wake him.

But Ross didn’t respond.

His eyes remained half-closed, his expression one of blissful unawareness as his body continued its slow, deliberate movements.

His hands braced on either side of her head, anchoring himself as his hips pressed forward, sinking deeper into her with each thrust.

”Ahhhhhh… stop… Ross! Wake up!” Trinity moaned, her voice a desperate mix of protest and helpless pleasure.

Her body betrayed her, responding to his touch despite the chaos in her mind.

She glanced down between them, her eyes locking onto the point where they were joined.

The sight made her gasp—he was impossibly big, far larger than she had ever imagined.

And to her shock, he wasn’t even halfway in.

Her breath quickened, her chest heaving as she struggled to process the impossible reality of the situation.

She tried to push him away, her hands pressing against his chest, but her efforts were futile.

Ross only moved closer, his hips grinding into her with a steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her unwilling body.

”No… this isn’t right… stop…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

But her words were swallowed by the soft sounds of their connection—the wet, lewd noises that filled the room as he slid deeper into her.

Her mind screamed for her to fight back, to end this, but her body seemed to have other plans.

Her walls clenched around him involuntarily, her hips lifting slightly to meet his thrusts.

A flush of shame spread across her cheeks as she realized she was responding to him, despite every fiber of her being telling her she shouldn’t.

Trinity closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the sensations, the overwhelming heat, the impossible fullness.

But it was no use.

Her body betrayed her, pulling her deeper into the storm of emotions and sensations that Ross was unknowingly creating.

”Ross! Wake up!” Trinity’s voice rose, her frustration evident as she leaned closer to the seemingly unresponsive man.

Ross lay still, his face turned slightly to the side, eyes stubbornly closed as though he hadn’t heard her at all.

She huffed, crossing her arms. ”I know you’re awake, Ross,” she muttered under her breath.

But when he didn’t respond, Trinity’s annoyance flared. Her mind raced, formulating a plan.

”I have to stop him,” she resolved, her determination steeling her nerves. If words wouldn’t work, she would have to act.

Without further ado, she lifted her hand high and brought it down with force.

Pak!

The sharp sound of her slap cracked through the room like a whip, echoing off the walls.

Trinity stepped back, slightly startled at her own boldness, but what came next was something she could never have prepared for.

Bang!

The bed jolted violently beneath them as Ross reacted in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

With a sudden, powerful movement, he slammed his hips forward, driving his full length inside her without warning. The sheer force sent her reeling.

”Ahhhhhhh...”

The sound that escaped her was a mixture of shock, pain, and something she couldn’t quite define.

Her hands clutched the sheets beneath her as her body tried to process the intrusion.

The stretch was intense, unlike anything she had ever experienced, and her breath hitched as she struggled to adjust.

It felt as though her body was being claimed, completely overwhelmed by his size.

Trinity’s mind raced, caught between the sting of pain and the foreign heat beginning to coil deep within her.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as her walls instinctively clenched around him, the tightness magnifying every sensation.

For a moment, Ross remained still, his massive length buried to the hilt, giving her a chance to adjust to his size.

The stillness was almost merciful, yet it only heightened her awareness of how impossibly full she felt.

Her body betrayed her.

Each involuntary contraction seemed to pull him deeper, her slick heat gripping him as though unwilling to let go.

It was as if her body was trying to push him out, yet at the same time, the friction only amplified the sensations coursing through her.

Her breathing grew ragged as the pain slowly ebbed, giving way to a creeping, insidious pleasure.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress the waves building inside her, but it was no use.

The unrelenting stretch, the sheer fullness, and the way her body adjusted to him sent shivers down her spine.

Trinity closed her eyes, surrendering to the overwhelming mix of sensations.

She hated how her body responded, hated the way her hips involuntarily shifted, trying to find some relief from the unbearable tension.

The tears that had started in pain now flowed freely, mingled with a heat that refused to be ignored.

Ross still hadn’t moved, his imposing presence pressed firmly against her, and yet, even his stillness was enough to drive her insane.

Her mind screamed at her to push him away, to stop this before it went any further, but her body was already succumbing.

Every nerve felt alight, every movement—no matter how slight—sent sparks of sensation shooting through her.

She clutched the sheets tighter, her knuckles white as she fought the inevitable.

Deep down, Trinity knew the fight was over. There was no point in resisting; her body had already made its decision.