Evil MC's NTR Harem

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Ross handed each of them their plates, careful not to spill a drop, then leaned down to place a soft kiss on each of their foreheads.

The women exchanged a look, eyes glowing with affection and something deeper. Something that hadn’t been there before.

They ate slowly, savoring every bite. The warmth of the food, the comfort of the sheets, and the tender way Ross watched over them made them feel not just satisfied—but adored.

Kristine glanced over at Sasha, who was practically purring as she sipped her soup. “He spoils us.”

Sasha grinned, her eyes dreamy. “Isn’t he perfect?”

Kristine laughed softly and nodded. “Yes. He really is.”

There was a peaceful silence after that—no need for more words. In that moment, both women understood something unspoken: Ross wasn’t just a passing thrill or a wild night.

He was becoming something more.

Something permanent.

From that morning forward, they both knew—deep down—that Ross was going to be a part of their lives in ways neither had expected. And strangely… neither of them minded at all.

They felt like royalty. And Ross? He was their king.

***

The trio spent the rest of the weekend wrapped in a haze of ecstasy and indulgence.

What had begun as a spontaneous night of passion turned into a four-day escape from reality, filled with laughter, affection, and a near-endless stream of lovemaking.

Time seemed to blur between morning and night as they explored each other with a hunger that never dulled.

Every inch of Kristine’s body was made to surrender, again and again. Ross didn’t just take her—he reshaped her.

Her moans became music to him, and the way her body responded to every thrust, every flick of his tongue, every whispered command, was proof that she had crossed a line she could never come back from.

By the end of it, she was thoroughly broken in—trained to crave him, to ache when he wasn’t around.

Her legs trembled when she walked, her throat was sore from moaning, and her thoughts were saturated with the memory of Ross inside her.

Her mind clung to him just as her body had, and it was only a matter of time before her heart followed.

When she finally returned home—hair brushed, clothes fresh, smile in place—she slipped into her old routine as if nothing had changed.

Her husband greeted her with a distracted nod, his eyes glued to his phone. There was no suspicion in his tone, no hint of doubt. He didn’t even ask if she had a good time.

Kristine felt a small, sharp stab of guilt… but it faded quickly.

Because the moment she remembered Ross—his weight on top of her, the heat of his breath against her neck, the way he’d made her scream until her voice was hoarse—any guilt she felt disappeared like smoke in the wind.

She was already counting the hours until she’d see him again.

And she didn’t have to wait long.

Ross wasted no time in reaching out, and Kristine found herself being pulled back into his world.

Sasha, too, was always eager, and often they’d end up together—laughing, naked, tangled in silk sheets, taking turns on Ross’s lap, pleasuring him, and each other.

It became their secret world.

An escape from responsibility, from boredom, from routine.

And in that world, Ross was their king.

They were worshipped and adored. Ross spoiled them with more than just pleasure—he fed them, praised them, and treated them like royalty.

Whether it was morning brunch after a long night of passion or hot baths filled with rose petals, he made sure they felt special. And they did.

But secrets like these never stay buried forever.

Sasha, always playful and daring, had begun to record some of their adventures. At first, it was just selfies—quick flashes of flushed faces, tousled hair, bare shoulders.

But soon, the photos grew bolder. There were mirror shots with Kristine on her knees. Videos of Ross taking both of them at once. Facial shots only but what they were doing was obvious.

Audio clips filled with moans, gasps, and laughter.

It was all kept in a hidden folder on her phone, locked behind a passcode only she knew.

Or so she thought.

Because indulgence comes with consequences. And the more their little world grew, the more fragile it became.

They didn’t realize how dangerous it was. Not yet. Not while the high still lasted.

But somewhere out there, someone was watching.

And sooner or later, the curtain would fall.

It happened, eventually. No secret lasts forever—especially not one wrapped in lust, envy, and Ross Oakley.

“Yo, Colton!” one of the guys shouted across the basketball court, just as practice was winding down. “Looks like your wife’s been keeping herself very entertained while you’ve been sweating it out here.”

Another player chuckled darkly. “Damn, man. Forget ace rookie. I think we gotta crown you Cucky of the Year.”

Laughter broke out among the team. A few guys tried to keep straight faces, but most couldn’t hold it back. It was cruel, brutal—and unmistakably intentional.

Colton froze mid-dribble. His heart thudded in his chest. “What the hell are you guys talking about?” he asked, his voice sharp, low, and dangerous. His eyes swept across them. “What about my wife?”

The laughter faltered for a moment. One of the younger players, Reggie, stepped forward, suddenly awkward but determined.

“Look, man… I didn’t want to be the one to tell you, but you should see this. It’s going around.”

He held out his phone.

Colton stared at the screen.

The photo hit him like a fist to the gut.

It was Kristine. His wife. Her arms thrown wide mid-skydive, the wind whipping through her hair, laughing with reckless joy.

Next to her was Sasha—Kristine’s best friend. And between them, gripping both women tightly like he owned them, was none other than Ross Oakley. Billionaire. Playboy. NBA Superstar.

National media darling.

The same man who had become a household name after his record-breaking lottery win. The man known for fast cars, elite parties, and a revolving door of stunning women.

And now… Colton’s wife.