Evil MC's NTR Harem

Nicole, of course, went back to Ross's arms soon after.

The moment she stepped off the plane, she felt a deep sense of relief, as if she had finally returned to where she truly belonged.

She had booked the first flight back to Parkland City without hesitation, her heart pounding with anticipation the entire journey.

The rest, as they say, was history.

She arrived the next day, exhausted but eager, and there Ross was—waiting for her with a big smile, looking as confident and untouchable as ever.

Even after everything, he still had that undeniable pull over her, a presence so commanding it made her breath hitch.

"Ross." Nicole's voice trembled as she smiled, her emotions threatening to spill over.

A tear welled in her eye, not out of sadness but from the sheer overwhelming joy of seeing him again.

Her life had taken such an unexpected turn, yet here she was, standing before the man who had changed everything.

Still, a small part of her couldn't help but wonder—would he treat her well now that she had given him everything?

Now that she had surrendered what was most precious to her?

The thought gnawed at her, but deep down, she felt a sense of security.

Ross had a reputation, and despite his overwhelming dominance and notoriety, he had never been careless with those he claimed as his own.

It was no secret that he already had two dozen wives, each of them fiercely loyal to him.

Nicole knew it was only a matter of time before she officially became one of them.

"Seems like someone missed me," Ross said, his voice dripping with amusement as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

The warmth of his body sent shivers down her spine, and she melted against him without hesitation.

The sound of cameras clicking filled the air, flashes illuminating their moment, but neither of them cared.

They had long since grown accustomed to the media's presence. Let them watch.

Let them speculate.

"I did." Nicole's voice wavered, thick with emotion.

More than anything, she wanted the world to know what Ross meant to her, to claim her place by his side.

And so, without a second thought, she rose onto her toes and kissed him, pressing her lips firmly against his in a heated declaration.

Ross, of course, wasn't one to be caught off guard. He responded with the same fiery intensity, his arms tightening around her as he deepened the kiss.

A low murmur of approval rumbled from his chest, and as if to stake his claim even further, his hand slid down and firmly cupped her ass.

Nicole gasped softly against his lips, but she didn't resist. Instead, she surrendered fully to the moment, to him.

Because no matter how many cameras flashed, no matter how many eyes were on them, there was no denying the truth—Ross owned her now, in every way that mattered.

***

That day, Ross formally introduced Nicole to the rest of his wives, an occasion that should have been overwhelming—but instead, it felt like destiny.

The women, all stunning in their own right, observed her with a mix of curiosity and knowing amusement. Nicole knew what was expected of her.

It was an unspoken rule, a rite of passage. She had already given herself to Ross, but tonight, she would truly become his.

At first, hesitation gripped her.

Standing in the lavish chamber surrounded by Ross's many wives, she felt exposed, vulnerable.

A flicker of doubt whispered in the back of her mind—was she truly ready for this?

But as Ross approached her, his confident gaze locking onto hers, that doubt quickly faded.

His touch, firm yet possessive, erased any lingering resistance.

The moment his hands trailed down her body, a shiver coursed through her, and her heart pounded with anticipation.

The atmosphere was charged, thick with desire. Every eye was on them, and yet all Nicole could focus on was Ross.

When it was finally her turn, she found herself guided onto the huge bed at the center of the room—a place of honor, a symbol of her acceptance into Ross's world.

And then, there was no more hesitation.

Ross claimed her in front of them all, his dominance unquestionable, his every movement sending her spiraling into a pleasure so intense it left her gasping.

She had never felt this way before—completely bare, completely his.

The sensation of being watched, of being the center of attention in such an intimate act, only heightened the experience.

Every sound she made, every arch of her body, was witnessed, and she found herself reveling in it rather than shrinking away.

Her cries of pleasure filled the chamber, growing louder with each moment.

She barely recognized her own voice, lost in the haze of ecstasy Ross so effortlessly pulled from her.

The other women watched, some whispering, some smiling knowingly, as if they had once stood in her place and understood the depth of what she was experiencing.

And then came the peak—one after another, relentless and all-consuming.

Her body trembled, her mind clouded with pure, unfiltered bliss. It was too much, and yet she never wanted it to end.

By the time the final waves of pleasure left her boneless and spent, she could do nothing but collapse, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Ross pulled her into his arms, his grip firm, reassuring. As the room buzzed with satisfaction, she barely had the strength to keep her eyes open.

A deep sense of belonging settled over her, as though she had finally found her place.

Before exhaustion claimed her, one thought lingered in her mind—this was unlike anything she had ever known, a pleasure so rare and profound that few women on Earth would ever experience it.

And she was one of the lucky ones.

***

The next few months were a whirlwind for Ross.

Between promoting his latest movie with Nicole and managing his ever-expanding empire, his schedule was relentless.

But despite the heavy workload, he remained unfazed.