Evil MC's NTR Harem

The flavors that exploded in her mouth were nothing short of divine, each one more vivid and complex than anything she had ever tasted before.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, her hand hovering over her plate as she tried to process the experience.

It was as if every meal she had ever eaten before this moment had been a pale, lifeless imitation of real food.

Compared to the dish in front of her now, it was no exaggeration to say that everything she had consumed in her life was nothing more than rotten trash.

Her initial surprise gave way to a growing hunger, one that seemed to rise from the depths of her being.

She hesitated for only a moment longer before taking another bite, then another, each one more fervent than the last.

The food was impossible to resist. Its texture, its aroma, the way it melted on her tongue—it felt like a banquet crafted by the gods themselves.

Maya didn’t bother with ceremony or restraint. She ate with a desire she couldn’t control, as though this meal were the answer to a hunger she hadn’t known existed until now.

Every dish was better than the last. The wine, smooth and rich, flowed over her tongue like liquid silk, its warmth spreading through her chest.

The soup was a revelation of its own, its depth of flavor so profound it brought tears to her eyes.

Her hands moved almost of their own accord, reaching for one dish after another.

It wasn’t long before Maya had sampled everything: the tender meats that practically dissolved in her mouth, the roasted vegetables seasoned to perfection, the decadent pastries that left a sweet, lingering aftertaste.

Each bite seemed to transport her further from the fear and tension of the night, offering a brief, almost cruel reprieve.

She didn’t stop until her plate was clean. No—until every plate on her side of the bed was empty.

The lavish feast that had initially overwhelmed her with its sheer abundance was now reduced to nothing more than crumbs and empty glasses.

She hadn’t realized how ravenous she was until the last morsel disappeared, leaving her with a sated stomach but a gnawing unease in her heart.

Across the bed, Ross ate with an air of composed detachment. Unlike Maya, who had devoured her meal with the desperation of a starving woman,

Ross ate slowly, methodically, as though he had all the time in the world. He chewed each bite with care, his expression unreadable, his eyes flickering to Maya occasionally but never lingering.

He sipped his wine leisurely, his posture relaxed as though the events of the night held no weight for him.

For over an hour, the two of them ate in complete silence. The room was filled only with the soft clinks of utensils against plates, the gentle rustle of fabric as Maya shifted in her seat, and the faint hum of the air around them.

Despite the quiet, an invisible tension hung heavy in the room, pressing down on her shoulders like a weight she couldn’t shrug off.

When the meal finally came to an end, Maya leaned back slightly, placing her hands on her lap as she tried to catch her breath.

The food had been extraordinary, but it had done nothing to calm the storm of emotions churning inside her.

If anything, it had made her more anxious, her senses now sharper, her body more aware of the looming presence across from her.

Ross placed his glass down with a soft clink and leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting casually on his knees.

His gaze, piercing and unrelenting, settled on her. It was the same gaze that had pinned her in place earlier, the one that made her feel as though her every move, every thought, was under his control.

"You’ve eaten well," Ross said finally, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge of authority.

"Good. You’ll need every ounce of strength for what comes next."

Maya’s stomach twisted, the satisfaction of the meal replaced by a cold dread that crept through her veins.

She couldn’t bring herself to respond, couldn’t bring herself to look away from him.

All she could do was sit there, waiting, as the oppressive silence returned to swallow her whole.

She glanced around the room, her heart hammering in her chest as she took in the unsettling scene.

Peter was still there, bound to the chair, his eyes wide with fear, but his helplessness was only one part of the horrifying tableau.

The towering man with the gun stood motionless in the corner, his cold gaze never straying from her for long.

The three masked figures who had brought in the food were now gone, their departure leaving an eerie silence in the room, amplifying the heaviness of the moment.

Despite the absence of the other figures, the space felt cramped, suffocating. With four people in the room, it was as if the walls were closing in on her.

The air was thick, almost stifling, with the knowledge of what was about to happen.

Maya could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on her shoulders, threatening to crush her beneath its gravity.

Her stomach twisted, not from hunger now, but from dread. A sense of overwhelming helplessness seeped into her bones.

Any moment now, she knew, she would lose her virginity—her innocence—in the most degrading way possible.

The idea was enough to make her stomach churn, but what made it even worse was that her boyfriend—Peter—would be forced to witness it.

The thought hit her like a blow to the gut. The person she loved, the one who was supposed to protect her, was now nothing more than a powerless spectator.

He was tied, helpless, and unable to do anything as she was subjected to this unimaginable fate. To have him watch as she was defiled, as she was stripped of everything that made her her, was a cruelty beyond measure.

The shame burned through her, igniting a fire of humiliation she couldn’t escape from.

Never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined herself in such a position. She had thought herself strong, independent, capable of controlling her own destiny.

Yet here she was, trapped in her own bedroom, with no means of escape, no way out. The situation felt like a nightmare, one she couldn’t wake up from, no matter how hard she tried.

Her mind screamed for a way out, but there was nothing she could do to change the course of events unfolding before her.

She looked again at Peter, and a wave of guilt washed over her. This wasn’t just happening to her—it was happening to him too.

He was forced to watch, to bear witness to her humiliation, powerless to intervene. The thought of him feeling just as trapped, just as helpless, tore at her.

But there was nothing she could do to ease his pain, nothing she could do to change their fates.

The silence in the room was deafening now, and the weight of it seemed to grow with every passing second.

She couldn’t escape it—couldn’t escape any of it.

All she could do was wait, as her life and dignity were stripped away before her eyes, with no hope for salvation.

"It’s time," Ross said, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. His words snapped Maya back to reality, forcing her to focus on him.

To her shock, the lavish spread of food had vanished completely, leaving only the lingering scent in the air as a reminder of what had just occurred.

Maya’s mind drifted into a haze of introspection and despair, her thoughts swirling with confusion, fear, and hopelessness.

She had lost track of time, her mind consumed by the horror of what was about to unfold.

The room seemed to close in on her, and for a moment, she felt completely powerless, as though there was nothing she could do to change her fate.

But then, through the haze of despair, a flicker of anger ignited within her. It burned hot, fierce, and undeniable.

Ross might have the power to control the situation, but he would not take her dignity without a fight.

A steely resolve took hold of her, and her face hardened into a mask of defiance.

She would not make it easy for him.

With everything she had left, every ounce of strength and willpower, Maya decided she would resist.

She would fight with every breath, every movement, tooth and nail, if necessary. She wasn’t going to let him have her without a struggle.

The burning resolve in her chest became her anchor, giving her the strength to face what lay ahead. If this was the end, she would go down fighting.

Unfortunately, Ross seemed to notice the shift in Maya’s demeanor, as though he could read her thoughts with unsettling ease.

"Brandon," he said, his voice cold and commanding, "If Maya so much as looks at me the wrong way, I want you to break that man’s cock again." He gestured toward the man with the gun, his tone final.

The man—Brandon—nodded without a word, his expression unreadable, a silent understanding passing between them.

At that moment, Ross’s gaze hardened, and with a predatory grin, he finally moved toward his prize.

The tension in the room thickened, and Maya’s heart skipped a beat, knowing that there was no escaping the nightmare that was about to unfold.

Her deflowering was going to be something to remember.

"Hmmmm…" Maya moaned. Her lips were captured in a forceful kiss as Ross pressed his body against hers.

Maya’s mind raced, but the overwhelming power of the situation left her with no choice but to endure in silence.

She fought to suppress the rising emotions within her, but her body betrayed her, frozen beneath him.

The room felt suffocating, each passing second more unbearable than the last.

Nearby, Peter couldn’t contain his desperation, struggling fiercely against his restraints.

His body writhed with the effort, his face contorted in a mixture of helplessness and rage, but no matter how hard he fought, the ropes held firm.

His eyes burned with fury as he watched the scene unfold, unable to do anything to stop it.

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