Evil MC's NTR Harem

Lillian’s husband had grown complacent, predictable—but Ross?

Ross was an untamed force of nature. She couldn’t get enough.

Her lips parted as she moaned his name, her voice raw and trembling.

She loved the way he took her, how his strength and stamina seemed limitless.

More than that, she adored the filthy words he whispered into her ear, each one igniting a fire deep in her belly.

"You’ve got a tight, greedy pussy, Lillian," Ross growled, his voice thick with lust as he thrust into her harder, his pace unrelenting.

"How many men have stretched this sweet little hole?"

The question sent a shiver down her spine, the roughness in his tone making her clench around him involuntarily.

Her response came between gasps and moans, her voice hitching with every powerful thrust.

"You’re… the second… Ross… only you… Just my husband and you." she managed to say, her cheeks flushed with heat.

Ross smirked, his hands gripping her thighs as he adjusted his angle, hitting spots inside her that her husband never even came close to.

"Only the second, huh? Then I’ll make sure you never forget the difference between me and him."

Lillian could only whimper in agreement as his movements grew even rougher, driving her to the brink once more.

The fog in her mind thickened, erasing all rational thought.

All she could focus on was Ross—the way he filled her so completely, the way his cock stretched her sensitive walls to perfection.

Her cries grew louder, her body writhing beneath him as he brought her to yet another shattering climax.

Her nails raked down his back, leaving red streaks as her body tensed and released in waves of pleasure.

Ross didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. Instead, he pushed her further, his stamina seemingly endless as he continued to fuck her with a ferocity that left her breathless.

Every time she thought she couldn’t take any more, he proved her wrong, dragging her back into the depths of ecstasy.

In that moment, Lillian forgot everything—her late husband’s face, her life outside this room, even her own name.

There was only Ross, his big, fat cock, and the pleasure that consumed her completely.

***

Three days later, Ross successfully gathered all his family and relatives in Parkland City.

Some of his friends joined as well, and Ross generously covered everyone’s travel expenses, their stay in the city, and even their return fare to Mirfield Town.

With all costs taken care of, there was no reason for anyone to decline the invitation.

The wedding unfolded exactly as planned, though it was anything but ordinary.

On that day, Ross married twelve breathtakingly beautiful women: Sophia, Jasmine, Natalie, Jade, April, Mary, Althea, Maya, Ren, Imari, Iris, and Lillian.

Despite Ross’s below-average looks, he seemed like the most handsome man in the world that day, standing tall with twelve stunning brides by his side.

His remarkable charisma and confidence overshadowed any doubts about his appearance, solidifying his place as a man admired—and envied—by all who attended.

However, tensions ran high during the celebrations.

With so many powerful families and factions represented, the event could have easily turned bloody if not for Brandon, who remained vigilant and ensured Ross’s safety throughout.

His loyalty and quick thinking prevented any potential chaos, allowing the day to proceed without incident.

In the end, the wedding became a story that would be told for years—a legendary union of beauty, ambition, and sheer audacity, with Ross standing at the center of it all.

***

"Is it a go, sir?" a serious voice asked on the other end of the phone.

The deadly sniper remained poised, his sights locked on the target through the scope.

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"It’s… ughhh…" Karl Davies would have answered, but before he could, a massive hand gripped his neck and lifted him off the ground.

Brandon had arrived to the rescue. Without hesitation, he snatched up the fallen burner phone.

"It’s a no-go. I repeat, it’s a no-go," Brandon said coldly into the line mimicking the exact voice of Karl Davies. @@novelbin@@

"Affirmative, sir," came the reply before the line went dead.

Brandon tossed the phone into the trash, then turned his attention back to Karl, who struggled to breathe under his grip.

"My master gave you one chance to live," Brandon growled, his voice menacing.

"It seems you don’t deserve it. Well, that suits me just fine. You’ll be nothing but food in my belly."

Karl’s face twisted with terror, but Brandon wasn’t finished.

"My master also said not to make it easy for you," he added, throwing Karl violently against the wall.

Bang!

Karl’s body flew through the air like a ragdoll, crashing into the wall with a sickening thud.

His limbs hung limply, his body slumped to the ground like a broken kite.

Brandon stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate as he began to torture Karl with methodical precision.

There was no mercy in Brandon’s eyes—no pity. In this world, no man was innocent, and Karl Davies was no exception.

Karl had killed without remorse, sacrificing innocent lives to further his own ambitions. Now, the price for his bloodshed was being paid in full.

In the end, Karl died alone, unnoticed by the world. He became nothing more than sustenance for Brandon, his body discarded like a used rag.

And, as if nothing had happened, another puppet—one who looked, spoke, and acted just like him—was set into place, ready to take his role.

As for Ross, he was already deep into his one-month honeymoon, relishing the time spent with his twelve wives and the rest of his women.

The trip had been meticulously planned, each destination chosen to give them the best of both luxury and adventure.

Whether it was a secluded resort in the Caribbean, a private villa nestled in the Swiss Alps, or a lavish penthouse in a bustling city, every place was an ideal setting for romance and indulgence.

The honeymoon was a celebration of love, intimacy, and connection.

Each day was filled with new experiences, from exploring picturesque beaches to dining under the stars in the most exclusive restaurants.

But the most fulfilling part for Ross was the time spent with his wives, as he made sure each of them felt loved and cherished in their own unique way.