Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 889: Chapter 889 Swim

Kate was used every day, claimed relentlessly, her body constantly stretched and wrung out by his thick cock, yet she couldn’t bring herself to resent it.

If anything, she found herself eagerly anticipating the next session, her body craving the intimate intensity that only he could provide.

Kate reached out gently, brushing her fingers over the sleeping contours of his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his lips, the faint stubble on his chin.

She felt a wave of warmth and affection wash over her as she smiled softly.

This... this is love, she realized, even if it’s expressed in the most intense, physical way possible.

”It’s no wonder why you’ve got a whole dozen women, Ross,” she murmured, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek.

”You really know how to keep a woman happy... satisfied.”

Her heart swelled with a mixture of admiration and longing.

Each of his actions, no matter how rough or passionate, carried a purpose—he was deliberate, attentive, and impossibly skilled at reading her body and her desires.

And she had given herself fully to him, body and soul, trusting him in a way she had never trusted anyone else.

Kate let her mind drift, reflecting on the month they had spent together.

She had come to understand her body in ways she hadn’t before, discovering depths of pleasure she hadn’t imagined.

Her orgasms had become more intense, her responses quicker, more attuned to his rhythm.

And with each session, she felt a growing sense of connection, a bond that went beyond mere lust.

Ross wasn’t just a lover—he was a master of her desires, a constant presence that filled both her body and her mind.

Despite the exhaustion, the soreness, and the relentless pace, she felt happy—completely, undeniably happy.

No matter what might happen in the future, no matter how chaotic or unpredictable their lives became, she would never regret the choice she had made: to take the first step toward him in this life, to give herself willingly, and to embrace the intensity of their love and lust.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t just the pleasure, the orgasms, or the relentless passion that mattered—it was the feeling of being wanted, cherished, and understood by someone who had claimed her in every way imaginable.

Kate smiled, resting her head on his chest, closing her eyes, and letting herself drift into a satisfied, peaceful sleep.

For the first time in her life, she felt truly, completely fulfilled—and that, she knew, was all that really mattered.

But not all secrets could be kept forever, and that was what haunted Kate most.

Every time Ross left her body trembling and her sheets damp with sweat, the same fear would creep back into her chest.

How could she ever look her daughters in the eyes if they discovered the truth?

That their soon-to-be groom was taking her—again and again—like she was the one meant for him.

The thought alone made her shudder.

She had resisted the urge to voice it for days, but after their heated session that afternoon, the guilt became unbearable.

Ross had taken her at noon, and now it was already past two.

Her body was still tingling from his touch, yet her mind refused to rest.

”Ross... what if they find out?” Kate whispered, pulling the sheet halfway over her bare chest as if it could shield her from the shame that burned within.

Ross propped himself up on one elbow, eyes gleaming with mischief and confidence.

”And if they did? It wouldn’t be a problem at all. I’d just marry you next, Kate.”

Her face tightened in disbelief. ”This isn’t the time for jokes, Ross. I’m serious.” Her tone was sharp, almost pleading, but Ross only looked at her as if she were being naive.

”So am I,” he replied smoothly, his lips curving in a smile that carried no hint of jest.

Kate blinked, stunned into silence.

The way he looked at her—steady, unflinching—told her everything.

He wasn’t joking. He truly meant every word.

He would marry her without hesitation if it came to that.

”No... I can’t.” She shook her head, strands of damp hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. ”I don’t want to hurt my daughters that way. You don’t understand, Ross... this would break them. It would destroy everything.”

Her voice wavered, and she clutched the sheet tighter around her chest as if trying to hold herself together.

Ross reached out and tugged it away effortlessly, baring her trembling body to his gaze once more.

”You’re overthinking it,” he said with calm certainty. ”Secrets like this? They’re easy to keep. No one has to know what we do here. Not unless I want them to.”

Kate let out a long sigh, her heart aching with the weight of her choices. ”Let’s just... keep this between us, for now.”

Ross’s smile widened, indulgent and confident. For him, hiding relationships was nothing new—it was child’s play.

He brushed a hand over her cheek, then let it drift lower, tracing the soft curve of her body until she quivered beneath his touch.

”You worry too much,” he murmured, leaning close enough that his lips brushed her ear.

”And you forget too quickly just how much you crave me.”

Her breath hitched, torn between resistance and desire.

She opened her mouth to protest, but Ross silenced her with a deep kiss, his hand sliding down to grip her thigh.

Her body betrayed her, arching into him as the sheet fell away completely.

He whispered a few more words of reassurance, his voice low and commanding, and within moments the room filled once more with the sound of her soft moans.

Against all her fears, Kate surrendered again, lost in the man she swore she shouldn’t want—yet could never resist.

***

A few months later, Ross married Lois and Laura.

The wedding was nothing short of a global spectacle, drawing in celebrities, tycoons, and dignitaries from every corner of the world.

Cameras flashed endlessly, news outlets covered every detail, and social media exploded with awe and envy.

After all, Ross wasn’t just any man—he was both an NBA superstar and a box-office movie icon, standing at the very peak of his career.

His fame, fortune, and power had placed him on a pedestal so high that few could ever hope to reach him, let alone stand beside him.