Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1112: Chapter 1112 Founder

Beside Chelsea, Lea was similarly undone, her body quivering and pulsating around him as wave after wave of pleasure hit her.

They clung to each other at moments, moaning together, a tangle of limbs and heat, their senses consumed entirely by the moment.

Hours seemed to pass in a blur of sensation, each movement, each cry, each gasp binding them closer to Ross—and to each other.

Exhausted yet insatiable, they eventually collapsed in a heap of sweat and trembling limbs, hearts racing and bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their passion.

In that silence, as their breaths slowly returned to normal, they exchanged a glance filled with understanding: this was no longer a fleeting encounter.

This was something deeper, something that would change them forever.

***

A few days later the house felt smaller than it ever had, as though the walls themselves had crept inward to listen.

Four women sat in a loose circle on the living-room furniture that suddenly seemed too plush, too intimate.

Marissa on the long couch, spine straight, hands knotted in her lap.

Karen on the ottoman opposite her, arms folded so tightly her knuckles blanched.

Beside her, Lea perched on the edge of an armchair, knees pressed together, staring at the carpet like it might open and swallow her.

Youngest of them all, Chelsea, had curled into the corner of the loveseat, hugging a throw pillow as if it could shield her from what was coming.

Ross stood by the door.

He hadn’t said a word since they’d all arrived. He simply waited, patient as stone.

The silence stretched until it hurt.

Marissa broke first. She always did.

“I never imagined… not in a thousand years…” Her voice cracked like thin ice.

“I raised you girls to be stronger than this. Better than this. I’m sorry. I failed you as your mother.”

Karen’s head snapped up. “Stop it, Mom. Don’t you dare take the blame for him.” She jabbed a finger toward Ross, eyes blazing.

“He did this. He knew exactly what he was doing.”

Ross turned slowly. His expression was unreadable, almost gentle.

“Did I?” he asked. “Tell me, Karen. When you begged me to save you and your family months ago, what exactly did I force you to do?”

Karen’s mouth opened, then closed. Color flooded her cheeks.

He shifted his gaze to Lea. “Or you, Lea. You practically spread your legs for me and wished for me to fuck you hard. Did I twist your arm?”

Lea shrank into the chair, eyes glistening.

Chelsea made a small, wounded sound behind the pillow.

Ross let the quiet settle again before he spoke, softer this time.

“I’m going to say this once, and I want all of you to listen carefully. If any one of you… any one… can stand up right now, look me in the eye, and tell me I took something you didn’t freely give, I will leave your life and never come back. No consequences. No guilt trips. Door’s right there.” He tilted his head toward the front hall. “Say the word.”

Ten seconds passed. Twenty. Thirty.

Nothing.

Marissa’s shoulders began to shake with silent sobs.

Karen’s fists unclenched, fingers trembling.

Lea pressed her thighs together so hard the seams of her jeans creaked.

Chelsea’s breathing had gone shallow and quick, like a trapped bird.

Ross exhaled through his nose.

“I thought so.”

He stepped forward until he stood in the center of the circle they’d unconsciously formed around him.

“Then we stop pretending this is anything other than what it is.” His voice dropped, velvet over steel.

“Every one of you is dripping wet right now just because I walked into the room. You hate it. You hate yourselves for it. But your bodies already decided, days ago. So here’s what’s going to happen.”

He let the words hang for a heartbeat.

“Stand up. All of you. Clothes off. Everything. Then walk over to the couch, bend over the back of it, side by side. Hands on the cushions. Legs spread. You’re going to wait for me exactly like that until I decide whose turn it is first.”

Marissa made a broken sound that might have been a protest, but her body was already moving, rising from the couch like a woman in a trance.

Karen’s eyes flashed with one last flare of defiance… then she, too, stood.

Lea whimpered, but her fingers were already tugging at the hem of her sweater.

Chelsea was last, pillow falling forgotten to the floor as she peeled off her tank top with shaking hands.

Fabric whispered to the carpet in soft, shameful piles.

One by one they arranged themselves along the back of the long sectional: Marissa on the left, then Karen, Lea, Chlesea on the far right.

Four bare backs, four trembling spines, four rounded asses presented in a perfect, humiliating line.

Their breathing was loud in the stillness, ragged and uneven.

Ross took his time walking the length of them, trailing one fingertip down Marissa’s spine and watching her shiver violently.

He paused behind Karen, letting his palm rest possessively on the small of her back; she arched without meaning to, a helpless push against his hand.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “Mother and daughters. All lined up like you were made for this.”

He stepped behind Lea next. She was already dripping; he could see it on her thighs.

When his fingers brushed between her legs she cried out, a sharp, desperate sound.

“Please…” she whispered. She didn’t even know what she was begging for.

Ross leaned over her, mouth at her ear. “Please what, sweetheart? Please stop? Or please don’t?”

Lea only sobbed.

He moved to Chelsea last. The youngest was shaking so hard her knees knocked together.

Ross cupped her chin, tilted her tear-streaked face toward her mother and sisters.

“Tell them,” he said quietly. “Tell them what you told me last night on the phone.”

Sophie’s voice was barely audible. “I… I said I’d do anything if you’d just… just come over and fuck me again.”