Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1103: Chapter 1103 Home

“So… what will it be tonight?” Ross asked, his tone calm and measured, almost teasing.

His eyes flicked between the sisters, noting the tension in their shoulders, the flush on their cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of their chests.

“The same as before,” Chelsea replied, her voice steady despite the rapid beat of her heart. “Go to the bed… and don’t move.”

“Okay,” Ross said simply, his movements smooth and unhurried as he obeyed without hesitation.

The sisters began moving, their motions synchronized and practiced from before.

Their hands glided over his hips and thighs, undoing his pants and boxers with ease.

Chelsea’s lips traced slow, deliberate paths, while Lea’s hands followed in mirrored motion, pressing and stroking in ways that made both of them shiver.

The soft rustle of sheets and the quiet sounds of their gasps filled the room, punctuating the silence with an almost tangible energy.

Chelsea’s pulse raced as she worked, her eyes flicking to Lea for confirmation and encouragement.

Less than twenty minutes into their ministrations, she paused and gave a subtle nod.

“It’s time,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation and excitement.

Lea nodded in understanding, stepping back to give her younger sister the space she needed.

Chelsea’s heart thundered as she watched Lea rise slowly to her feet on the bed.

Every movement was deliberate, sensual, and charged with intent.

Her hands traced over her own skin as she was about to begin removing the remainder of her clothes that would soon reveal the smooth curves and pale glow of her body under the dim light.

Chelsea’s eyes followed every motion, her breath catching as she absorbed the sight of her sister, the anticipation coiling tighter in her stomach.

Every nerve in her body seemed alive, every muscle tense with expectation.

Time seemed to stretch as the sisters were side by side, their eyes locked in silent understanding.

Every second heightened the tension in the room.

Every glance, every subtle movement, carried meaning.

They were ready, their bodies and minds both trembling with the same mixture of excitement and nervous apprehension.

Chelsea took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

She felt the familiar heat pooling in her core, the echo of last week’s encounter blending with the fresh thrill of anticipation.

Lea reached out to touch her shoulder, a quiet reassurance, and Chelsea’s heart leapt.

They were in this together—every sensation, every touch, every moan shared between them.

The quiet hum of the room, the soft rustle of sheets, the distant zombie noises—it all seemed to fade away, leaving only the three of them in a charged, electric space.

The tension built like a coil, ready to snap.

The sisters’ movements slowed deliberately, prolonging the anticipation, stretching every heartbeat, every flicker of sensation, until the moment Ross would finally become the center of their attention.

And in that suspended space, they waited.

Every breath, every glance, every twitch of a muscle seemed magnified.

The moment of surrender, of reckoning, of indulgence, was just on the horizon.

Together, the sisters braced themselves, ready for the inevitable, knowing that nothing in the world could have prepared them for what was about to come.

The air in the room was thick and still, charged with a tension that had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with desperation.

Chelsea stood before him, her back straight, a solitary standing figure on the rumpled bedsheet.

This wasn’t a striptease; it was a dismantling.

Each article of clothing felt like a layer of her armor being stripped away.

With a slow, deliberate breath that did little to steady her racing heart, she stepped onto the mattress, the springs groaning softly in protest.

Her fingers, cold despite the heat coiling in her belly, went to the button of her jeans.

The rasp of the zipper was deafening in the quiet room, a metallic sigh that seemed to signal the point of no return.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and, with a practiced sway of her hips—a movement that was purely functional, yet impossibly sensual—she shimmied out of the tight denim.

The jeans fell to the bed with a soft thud, leaving her in nothing but a scrap of black lace that did more to accentuate than conceal the curve of her hips and the smooth plane of her stomach.

She hesitated for a fraction of a second, her gaze locked on his.

His eyes, dark and hungry, tracked her every move, a predator admiring a trapped prize.

This was the final barrier.

With a resolve that felt like ice in her veins, she hooked her fingers into the sides of the thong and slid it down her legs.

The cool air kissed her bare skin, a shocking contrast to the heat flooding her cheeks.

She didn’t just drop it. Gathering the delicate fabric in her hand, she threw it with a flick of her wrist.

It sailed through the air, a black flag of surrender, and landed squarely on Ross’s handsome, arrogant face.

A slow, deep chuckle rumbled in his chest.

He didn’t remove the garment immediately, instead inhaling deeply, his smirk evident even with his features obscured.

“Oh…. This is a surprise I did not expect tonight,” he murmured, his voice a low purr that grated on her nerves.

He finally plucked the lace from his face, letting it dangle from his finger.

“But I’m not complaining at all. Who am I to refuse when a beautiful girl wants to get fucked by a big, fat cock?” His eyes raked over her naked form, leaving a trail of invisible fire.

“You’re even more breathtaking than I imagined, little bird.”

The endearment, a twisted echo of the power he held over her family, shattered her fragile composure.

A fire ignited in her hazel eyes, burning away the veil of shame and replacing it with raw, undiluted determination.

More than that, a traitorous flush of lust warmed her skin—a primal response to the charged atmosphere that she despised but could not control.