Evil MC's NTR Harem

With one final breath, Natalie opened the door and slipped inside, shutting it softly behind her and locking it. The room was dimly lit, and Ross was seated in the middle, leaning back in a chair, his expression smug yet calm. He watched her with an unsettling intensity, his gaze piercing through the silence.

His appearance was ordinary, almost nondescript—pale skin, a slight slouch, eyes that looked far too calculating for someone his age. Yet he radiated a confidence that felt unnerving, as if he held the world in his hands.

"How are you doing all of this?" Natalie demanded, her voice a little too loud in the quiet room. She didn't try to mask the mix of awe, fear, and anger that laced her words. Despite his unremarkable appearance, Ross seemed to exude an air of power, an almost supernatural control over everything around him.

Ross smirked, leaning forward slightly, his fingers steepling under his chin as he studied her. "It doesn't matter how, Natalie. What matters is that I did. I gave you exactly what you wanted, didn't I?"

A wave of anger surged through Natalie, mingling with the remnants of her gratitude. She glared at him, trying to pierce through his smug demeanor. "What do you want from me, Ross? Just say it."

Ross chuckled, a slow, almost mocking sound that made the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. "What do I want?" he repeated, savoring the words as if he were considering them for the first time. "It's simple, Natalie. I want you—completely. Your loyalty, your submission… everything."

She clenched her fists, every fiber of her being resisting the idea of bending to his will. But the image of her sister, healthy and smiling, flashed in her mind, and her resolve wavered. The price for her sister's life was steep, but she had known it the moment she'd made the deal. There was no turning back now.

Ross rose from his chair, closing the gap between them until he stood just inches away, his gaze intense. He lifted a hand, tracing a finger along her jawline, his touch cold yet oddly possessive. "It's all a matter of perspective, Natalie," he murmured, his voice a mixture of charm and menace. "Consider this a partnership—one that benefits you as much as it does me."

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Ross leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that felt more like a warning than a reassurance. "But remember, Natalie," he said, his gaze unwavering, "what can be given can also be taken away."

Natalie's heart pounded in her chest as his words hung in the air, each one carrying a subtle threat wrapped in a sickening promise. She met his gaze, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Despite everything, despite the anger and fear, she couldn't deny that her sister's miraculous recovery was thanks to him.

For a long moment, she stood frozen, caught between the desire to fight back and the acceptance that she'd already lost. In the end, she knew that she would have to follow through with this agreement, whatever it might mean.

Natalie took three steadying breaths, trying to quell the anger and humiliation bubbling within her. She closed her eyes, clinging to a last shred of hope that maybe this was all a cruel dream, that somehow she could still escape this nightmare.

But when she opened her eyes, Ross's ordinary, smug face was still there, watching her with a look of triumph. She forced herself to remain composed, though every fiber of her being burned with fury.

"Fine," she said, her words clipped and controlled. "A deal's a deal. I'll do what I agreed to. Do you… want to fuck me here, master Ross?" The sweetness in her voice was deliberate, her attempt to mask the sharp edges of her resentment.

Yet her gaze betrayed her, flashing with barely restrained anger and defiance. Even now, even as she stood on the edge of this precipice, she felt the urge to fight back.

Ross's smirk widened at her words, clearly savoring her struggle. "Not so fast, Natalie," he replied, settling back into his chair with a lazy confidence. "We need to oil the tool first, don't you think?"

With a suggestive nod, he spread his legs and gestured toward her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Get to work, my lovely slave teacher," he instructed, his tone dripping with entitlement.

Natalie's hands clenched at her sides as she stared at him, every instinct screaming to turn and walk away. But she thought of her sister—her laughter, her health, her life, all of which now hinged on Natalie's decision. She swallowed hard, forcing down the resentment that simmered beneath her composed expression.

Forcing herself forward, she approached him, her movements slow and deliberate. The closer she got, the more her mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Humiliation, fear, and rage swirled together in a toxic mix, but she held her ground, keeping her head high despite everything. The whole time, Ross watched her with an unyielding gaze, his eyes savoring every moment of her reluctant submission.

Finally, she was close enough to feel the weight of his gaze bearing down on her, suffocating and oppressive. She took one last steadying breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached out, resigning herself to fulfill the bargain she had struck.

"Zip." Natalie's eyes narrowed with determination as she positioned herself between Ross' legs. With a swift and clumsy motion, she undid his pants, revealing a sight that took her breath away. There it was, a cock that seemed to go on forever, thick and veiny, lying dormant like a sleeping dragon.

'Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?' Natalie's inner voice shook with a mix of disgust and trepidation. She had heard the stories, seen the movies, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality of this moment. This was the first cock she held in her life and it was terrifying.

A monster of a cock!

Licking her lips, Natalie took a moment to gather her courage. She knew that this was a challenge, but one she was determined to face head-on. With a deep breath, she reached out, her hands trembling slightly as they closed around the base of his cock. She failed to capture the cock with one hand. It was so fat and huge.

"I'm fucked." Natalie's voice was barely above a whisper as she took in the sight of Ross' massive cock. It was a beast, a true goliath, and the thought of it entering her body sent a shiver down her spine.

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"I don't know if I can do this," she said, her voice filled with a mix of fear and awe. "It's just... so big."

"One thing at a time," Ross said. "I want you to use your mouth first." Natalie nodded, and that was exactly what she did.

She nervously licked her lips once more before proceeding with the task. Before long, the sound of wetness filled the room, echoing in the silence.