Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 44: Chapter 44 Undone (R18)

"Don't forget—you're nothing but my slave now, Jade. If I decide to keep you here for a week straight, your only job is to nod and obey," Ross's voice was firm, a cruel edge underlying his words.

His eyes held a glint of satisfaction as he asserted control, relishing the power he had over her.

Jade's jaw tightened, but she kept her gaze averted, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her discomfort.

Her mind screamed at her to run, to resist, but she knew that any defiance would only make things worse. She forced herself to take a slow breath, steadying the turmoil that roiled beneath her calm facade.

"Come on. I've got drinks and popcorn inside," Ross continued, his voice casual, as though this were an ordinary outing between friends. "The movie starts in a few minutes." He draped his arm over her shoulder, pulling her in close without hesitation.

A cold shiver ran down her spine as his hand made contact, every nerve on edge. She hadn't felt another man's touch in all her years, and the intimacy of it made her skin crawl.

Her mind flashed back to memories of her husband, of the gentle way he'd always held her, with warmth and respect. This felt nothing like that; Ross's touch was possessive, careless, as if she were a mere object for him to claim.

Her stomach twisted with revulsion, the pit of dread deepening as she realized she'd have to endure this for who knew how long. But Jade was no stranger to self-control.

Years of maintaining a perfect image had taught her how to hide her true emotions, and now she called on every ounce of that discipline.

She forced herself to hold steady, to keep her face impassive even as her insides churned with disgust. It took all her strength not to pull away, to keep her body from recoiling under his touch.

Inside, she felt trapped, desperate to be anywhere but here. She glanced briefly at the exit, the small sliver of freedom that felt miles away.

Yet, she reminded herself that showing weakness now would only give Ross more satisfaction, and she refused to let him see her falter.

Gritting her teeth, Jade steadied herself and prepared to play along, hoping that somehow, this ordeal would be over soon.

The movie was a horror flick, playing to a nearly empty theater. The atmosphere felt hollow, with only a dozen or so people scattered across seats meant to hold 300. Stay connected with M-V-L

The faint sounds of the movie echoed through the vast, dimly lit space, each creak and scream failing to build tension in such a vacant setting. Horror, after all, was a genre that tended to lose its charm with age.

Jade thought back to her younger years, when the thrill of jump scares and ghostly apparitions had excited her. But now, the tricks of the genre felt predictable, worn out—a reminder of innocence long past.

About fifteen minutes in, as the suspense began to build on screen, Jade felt a sudden shift. Ross leaned in, his presence closing the space between them. Before she could react, his lips brushed against her cheek, warm and deliberate.

"Hmmm..." The sound escaped her lips before she could catch it, a soft, involuntary moan that surprised her as much as it pleased him.

She froze, her mind spinning. This was only the second time another man had kissed her, and she didn't know what to make of it.

Her mind told her to feel disgusted, to pull away, but her body responded differently.

An unexpected warmth spread through her, a confusing rush that unsettled her deeply.

Before she could process her reaction, Ross's hand slid onto her chest, resting over her left breast. His touch was firm, unyielding. He started with a gentle squeeze, testing, as if gauging her response, but his confidence grew as he felt her hesitate.

His fingers pressed deeper, finding her nipple even through the layers of fabric, and with a slow, possessive motion, he tugged and rolled it between his fingers.

Jade's breath hitched, her body betraying her with each touch. The warmth that had started as a spark began to blaze, coursing through her in a way that confused and overwhelmed her.

She felt her cheeks grow hot, and a flush crept up her neck, making her pulse quicken. Every instinct told her this was wrong—that she should shove his hand away, put distance between them.

And yet, some unbidden part of her felt drawn in, responding to his touch despite the shame that flooded her mind.

"N-No…" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, her resistance weak and faltering. The words came out as a feeble protest, lacking conviction, as though she was uncertain of her own feelings.

The pit in her stomach grew heavier, a knot of shame, confusion, and something else—something that left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Ross's hand only grew bolder, his touch more insistent as he sensed her hesitation. The boundaries between right and wrong blurred in the dim theater, and Jade could feel her control slipping away.

A part of her longed to stop this, to regain her sense of dignity, but the allure of the moment clouded her judgment, leaving her helplessly caught between resistance and surrender.

From that moment on, Jade felt herself spiraling, trapped in a situation that had quickly veered far beyond her control.

"You smell good. A true milf in the flesh," Ross murmured, his voice thick with desire as his eyes roamed over her, drinking in every detail.

There was something unique about her allure—so different from the innocent charm of younger women.

Jade's maturity, her poise, and the faint air of elegance she carried made her captivating in a way that felt more dangerous, more intense.

He found himself intoxicated by the contrast: her sophistication, layered with an untouchable beauty, and yet here she was, bound to him in this twisted game.

Without warning, Ross slid his hand to the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair as he drew her closer.