Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Ross! I'm—ahhh!" Nicole cried out, her body trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

This was nothing like the fleeting, shallow releases she had experienced alone—it was all-consuming, mind-shattering, and utterly overwhelming. Her fingers curled against the sheets, her body arching as she surrendered to the intensity of it all.

The sensation left her breathless, her heart pounding in her chest as she gasped for air. For a brief moment, she wanted to pause—to process everything, to let the aftershocks settle through her limbs. But Ross had no intention of stopping.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

The room was filled with the rhythmic sound of movement, a symphony of ragged breaths, soft moans, and the occasional sharp gasp. Ross wasn't slowing down—not even for a second.

He was relentless, driving her further and further past her limits, as if testing just how much pleasure her body could handle.

Nicole's mind was spinning. Every nerve in her body was alight, hypersensitive to his every touch, his every movement. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she clung to him, desperate to match his pace.

"Ahhh… Ross… ohhh…" she whimpered, her voice trembling between each breath.

Her body was completely at his mercy, and yet, she found herself surrendering willingly, wanting nothing more than to keep going, to lose herself in the pleasure that only he could bring. It felt endless, like a storm that refused to settle, each wave of sensation pulling her deeper into an intoxicating bliss.

Time itself seemed to blur. Hours melted away into the night, and when morning came, the two of them were still tangled in each other's embrace, neither willing to let go.

Nicole's body ached deliciously, exhaustion creeping in, but the fire in her eyes never faded. Even as dawn's light streamed through the curtains, their passion refused to wane.

By the second day, their absence had been noticed. A few people knocked on the door, calling their names, curiosity lacing their voices.

"Ross? Nicole? Are you two all right?"

Ross merely smirked, wrapping an arm lazily around Nicole's waist before responding. "We're fine. Just… busy."

There was a brief silence, and then an awkward shuffle from the other side of the door.

"…Right. Got it."

It didn't take long for word to spread, and by the time the third day arrived, no one even bothered to check on them anymore. The message was clear—Ross and Nicole had completely disappeared into their own world, lost in a passion that seemed to have no end.

Inside the room, Nicole lay against Ross, her body worn but utterly satisfied, a dreamy smile playing on her lips. She traced idle patterns on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath her fingertips.

"I don't think I've ever felt this way before," she admitted softly.

Ross ran his fingers through her hair, his touch lazy yet affectionate. "Then let's make sure you feel it every day."

Nicole's smile widened as she nestled closer, knowing that this was only the beginning.

And as the city outside carried on, oblivious to the world they had created behind closed doors, Nicole knew one thing for certain—there was nowhere else she'd rather be.

The film crew and onlookers quickly pieced together what had happened, and murmurs spread like wildfire among them. Whispers turned into hushed conversations, glances were exchanged, and soon enough, speculation filled the air.

"I can't believe it… Nicole and Ross?!" one crew member blurted out, his voice tinged with both shock and excitement.

"Didn't Nicole already have a fiancé?" another asked, his brows furrowing as he processed the revelation.

"She does," someone confirmed, shaking their head. "But honestly, I'm not surprised. What surprises me is that it took this long."

A few nodded in agreement, exchanging knowing looks.

"Yeah, Ross Oakley has already stolen wives from their husbands—what's stopping him from taking someone who only has a boyfriend?" one of them added with a chuckle. "Poor guy. He never stood a chance."

The realization settled over the group like an electric charge in the air. Some exchanged amused smirks, while others glanced around nervously, as if expecting cameras to pop out from every corner, catching their every word.

A few of the more discreet crew members hesitated, murmuring among themselves.

"Should we… keep this a secret?" one whispered.

"As if that's even possible," another scoffed. "This is show business. Nothing stays hidden."

And indeed, it was a futile thought. If there was one thing the entertainment world thrived on, it was scandal. No matter how much one tried to suppress a juicy story, it would always find its way to the surface.

The first whispers trickled out before the night was even over. A stray message here, an offhand remark there—it didn't take much before the speculation hit the internet like a spark in dry grass.

By morning, the industry was already buzzing.

"Breaking: Nicole spotted with Ross Oakley! What does this mean for her engagement?"

"Ross Oakley strikes again—Is no woman safe?"

"Nicole's fiancé blindsided as rumors swirl about her secret rendezvous with Ross Oakley."

Social media exploded with theories. Fans and critics alike took to forums and comment sections, dissecting every detail, analyzing every possible clue.

Some defended Nicole, arguing that her personal life was nobody's business. Others mocked her fiancé, saying he had been doomed from the start the moment Ross entered the picture.

And, of course, there were those who simply reveled in the chaos, eagerly awaiting more developments.

"Damn, Ross just collects women like trophies."

"LMAO, I knew this was coming. You don't put your girl near Ross Oakley and expect her to stay loyal."

"Y'all acting surprised, but let's be real, Nicole was never gonna marry that guy anyway."

By the time Nicole and Ross emerged from their private world, the storm had already begun brewing. They hadn't just made headlines—they had become the headline.

The next few days would be anything but quiet.

And neither of them could escape what was coming next.

This, of course, got into Ian's feed. He panicked and immediately went on to call his fiancée, Nicole. She answered on the fifth ring.

"Nicole, is what I heard true?" Ian asked, hoping still that he would hear that everything and what everyone was saying was not false. He was a man in love, but he feared that his heart would get broken if Nicole cheated on him.

"Ahhhhh... what did you, ohhhh... hear?" Nicole answered, moaning softly in the background. There was a distinct slapping of flesh that was all too familiar, but Ian was not able to recognize it since he was also a virgin at this time.

He was a good man who was focused on his career and everything else that came with it, and more than Nicole, Ian was a faithful man who had not strayed to other women yet.

"What's happening to you, Nicole? You seem out of breath, and who's with you. I seem to be hearing strange noises in the background," Ian said, suddenly feeling strange. He could feel his heartbeat fastening.

"Ughhhh... it's nothing. I'll talk to... ohhhh... you... when I get back home. Bye," Nicole said, and then she was screaming for Ross to fuck her more.

"ROSSSSSSS!" Nicole screamed happily as Ross rammed her from behind. She could feel another big one coming, and she was now addicted to coming hard on Ross's big, long, fat cock.

"You naughty girl. Why didn't you tell him about us? He'd learn eventually," Ross asked.

"I... ahhhh... don't want to end our relationship by phone. I want to tell him in person," Nicole answered, still moaning hard.

"It's the same difference. I don't think it'd mattered much, but I don't care that much also... as long as I've got you, I'm good," Ross replied, and then focused on making his girl come, and he did.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Nicole was one happy woman at the end.

Ian, on the other hand, was left standing there, holding his phone, feeling like his world had been turned upside down. He couldn't believe that Nicole would do this to him, that she would betray his trust like this. He felt like he was living in a nightmare, and he didn't know how to wake up.

As he stood there, trying to process what had just happened, Ian couldn't help but think about all the times he had been faithful to Nicole. He had never strayed, never even thought about it. He had given her his heart, his trust, and this is how she repaid him.

The pain and anger were overwhelming, and Ian didn't know how to deal with them. He felt like he was losing himself, like he was drowning in a sea of emotions. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew one thing - he would never be the same again.

Meanwhile, Nicole was basking in the afterglow of her encounter with Ross. She was happy, content, and satisfied. She had never felt this way before, and she couldn't get enough of it. She knew that she had to tell Ian about her and Ross, but she was scared.

She didn't know how he would react, and she didn't want to lose him.

But as she lay there, wrapped in Ross's arms, she knew that she couldn't keep this secret forever. She would have to tell Ian eventually, and she would have to face the consequences of her actions.

She just hoped that he would understand, that he would see things from her perspective.

As she drifted off to sleep, Nicole knew that her life was about to change in ways she never could have imagined. She was taking a risk, pursuing a relationship with Ross, but she couldn't help herself.

She was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. And she knew that she would do anything to be with him, even if it meant losing Ian.