Evil MC's NTR Harem

Sophia wanted to deny him, to tell him she was leaving, but her body seemed to have its own ideas, and she felt herself falter under his gaze. Despite her desire to appear unaffected, she could feel her pulse racing, her breath coming a little quicker.

For a brief moment, she imagined herself staying, letting him take her again, feeling his hands on her skin and his breath against her neck. But she quickly shook the thought away, determined not to let him see the effect he had on her.

"Get out, brute!" she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended, hoping it would cover up her flustered state. "I’ll get dressed and go home!"

Ross just raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed by her outburst. He shrugged nonchalantly, his smirk never wavering, as he picked up the tray from the bedside.

"As you wish, my little toy," he said, amusement lacing his tone. He gave her one last, knowing look, his gaze lingering in a way that made her stomach flip, and then he turned to leave, closing the door behind him.

As soon as he was gone, Sophia let out a shaky breath, her shoulders slumping in relief, though her heart was still pounding in her chest. She pressed a hand to her cheek, feeling the heat that had spread across her face.

Alone now, she let herself acknowledge just how intensely he affected her. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the fabric of her shirt, and the throbbing ache between her legs was undeniable.

She bit her lip, feeling the lingering tingles he’d left her with, her entire body humming with unfulfilled desire.

She glanced at the door, half-expecting him to come back, to throw a playful remark her way, or perhaps to sweep her off her feet and carry her back to bed.

The thought made her pulse race even faster, and she felt a wave of conflicted emotions rise within her. She wanted him—her body craved his touch—but the intensity of her own feelings left her both excited and unnerved.

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"God help me," she muttered, burying her face in her hands as she tried to compose herself. "I’m turning into… into a lewd woman. A cheap slut." The admission only made her cheeks burn hotter, and she sank back onto the bed, taking a moment to catch her breath and let her thoughts settle.

As she finally started to gather herself and prepare to leave, she couldn’t help but wonder what it was about Ross that left her feeling so undone, so vulnerable yet exhilarated.

He had a way of breaking down her defenses, of making her feel things she’d never imagined. She knew she should probably be wary, but there was an undeniable thrill in being desired so openly, in feeling like the center of his attention.

She sighed, shaking her head at her own conflicted thoughts. "I really need to get a grip," she whispered to herself, though a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

From girlhood to womanhood, Sophia could honestly say that it was not a bad experience at all. Getting her body and mind overwhelmed and fucked for hours was, without a doubt, the most exhilarating thing she had experienced in her 19 years on this earth.

Every moment had been electrifying, igniting a fire within her that she hadn’t known existed. However, as the initial thrill faded, feelings of regret began to resurface the next day, haunting her thoughts with what could have been.

"I’m sorry, Mark," Sophia said softly to the sleeping form of her ex-boyfriend. The young man lay still in his hospital bed, trapped in a coma due to the severe injuries he sustained in an accident.

His once handsome face was now a chilling sight, marred and bruised beyond recognition—perfect fodder for a Halloween scare mask. It was an ugly, gruesome transformation, to say the least, and the sight twisted her heart in knots.

Sophia felt a pang of regret for what had happened to him, the weight of her sorrow palpable in the sterile hospital room. She had spent her time here praying for a miracle, hoping he would wake up and everything would return to the way it once was.

But deep down, she knew that things would never be the same. The truth was far more complicated, and it gnawed at her like an insatiable hunger.

The reality of her feelings weighed heavily on her, more so than the grief she felt for Mark. She was painfully aware of her own desires that had emerged since her night with Ross.

That single encounter had ignited a yearning in her she had never anticipated, one that overshadowed the four years of puppy love she had shared with Mark. How could those years of affection evaporate so quickly, reduced to nothing after one passionate night?

Sophia shook her head, trying to dispel the intrusive thoughts. She could still remember the way Ross had looked at her, how his touch had sent shivers down her spine, and the pleasure that had consumed her.

With every passing day, it became harder to reconcile those intense feelings with her commitment to Mark. The bond they had built over the years felt fragile and threadbare compared to the raw passion Ross had awakened in her.

No matter how hard she tried to deny it, Ross had carved out a place in her heart that was now impossible to ignore.

As she gazed at Mark’s still form, memories flooded her mind—their laughter, shared dreams, and the promise of a future together. It all felt so distant now, like a dream she could barely grasp.

She recalled their late-night conversations, the tenderness of his kisses, and the way he had always been her rock.

But now, those memories were overshadowed by the desire that had sprung forth like a wildfire after her time with Ross.

With one last, heavy sigh, Sophia turned away from the hospital room. She hesitated at the door, looking back at Mark, and felt the tears welling up in her eyes. "I wish things were different," she whispered, as if he could hear her.

But the silence hung heavy in the air, and she knew he couldn’t respond. It was time to say goodbye—not just to him, but to the life they had shared.

As she stepped out into the world beyond the hospital doors, a sense of finality washed over her. The air felt different, charged with the possibilities of what lay ahead.

Flipping another page in her journey through life, she recognized that she was entering a new chapter, one that would be marked by uncertainty and discovery.

She took a deep breath, determined to embrace whatever came next, even if it meant confronting her own desires and the complicated emotions they brought.

With each step, she felt the weight of the past begin to lift, replaced by a mix of excitement and apprehension. Sophia knew she had to find her own way, to figure out who she truly wanted to be and what she wanted from life.

She couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through her at the thought of Ross and the undeniable connection they shared. It was time to explore that new path, no matter where it might lead her.