Evil MC's NTR Harem

Our op evil mc's touch was too gentle, too calculated, and it made her skin crawl. She flinched involuntarily, but Ross only leaned in closer, his grin now a wicked sneer.

"Stop…" April whispered, her voice barely audible, but Ross heard it. His grin grew even more sinister as he watched her expression twist with fear and disgust.

Without warning, Julian's anger exploded.

"Take your dirty hands off of her, you fuck!" His voice was a shout, filled with raw fury. He surged forward, his fist aimed directly at Ross's face, the desire to protect April blinding his reason.

But before he could land the punch, Brandon was there.

The sound of a heavy slap echoed through the room, sharp and loud, as Brandon's backhand sent Julian crashing to the floor.

The impact was brutal—Julian's head snapped back as the blow connected, and he crumpled to the ground in a heap.

His world spun, and pain exploded across his skull, but it wasn't just his physical pain that overwhelmed him. It was the realization that he had failed. Failed to protect April. Failed to do anything.

"Bang!" The sound of Julian hitting the floor was drowned out by the sharp ringing in his ears. He lay there for a long moment, dazed and disoriented, as Ross continued his twisted game.

He could barely make out the faint sounds of April's breath, trembling with fear as she watched the man she loved fall before her eyes.

Julian could hear Ross's voice as if from a distant place, smooth and cold, laced with amusement.

"Julian!" he heard his girlfriend April's voice, but it sounded distant and unclear. Stars danced in his vision, his head still spinning from the force of the blow.

Dizzy and disoriented, he struggled to focus, his thoughts a muddled blur as he took shallow breaths, trying to regain his bearings.

"Don't hurt the boy too much, Brandon," Ross ordered, his voice calm, almost casual. "Let him stand. Let him fight for her. Let's see if he has the will to protect what's his."

Brandon gave a slight nod, his face unreadable, his grip tightening on his rifle. Julian barely registered it before Ross was back to focusing on April.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The cold steel of Ross's presence closed in on April again as he moved to her side. He reached out, taking her hand in his with an eerie gentleness, his fingers cool against her warm skin.

The contact made her stomach twist with revulsion, but she couldn't pull away.

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The fear had made her paralyzed. She tried to pull her hand out of his grasp, but Ross only tightened his grip, his fingers pressing into her delicate wrist.

"Please… please don't do this," April begged, her voice cracking with desperation.

She tried to resist, her body jerking as if she could somehow escape the nightmare unfolding around her, but Ross's grip was ironclad.

Her plea fell on deaf ears. His eyes flickered with amusement as he watched her struggle.

Ross leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Resist, and I'll let my dog Brandon crush your boy's balls right in front of you. I'll let you hear him scream like a broken pussy doll. Let's see how much you love him then."

The words hit her like a physical blow, and her body stiffened, every muscle locking in fear. She didn't have to imagine it.

She didn't have to picture the agony Julian would be in if Ross made good on that threat. The thought of hearing him scream, broken and begging, was enough to steal the fight from her.

With a resigned breath, April let herself go limp. She stopped pulling away, allowing Ross to guide her towards the bed.

Her heart hammered in her chest, and her stomach twisted in knots, but she couldn't resist anymore.

Julian's safety was more important than anything, and she couldn't bear the thought of him suffering just to protect her.

She could feel the weight of his gaze on her back as they walked, and she knew she was already lost.

Before she knew it, she was pressed against the soft, plush mattress of the bed. The contrast between the softness of the sheets and the cold, terrifying reality of the situation made her stomach churn.

She didn't know how to stop it. She didn't know how to stop him.

Ross smiled as he looked down at her, his eyes dark with cruel satisfaction. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

His fingers lingered over the hem of her clothes, and he leaned in closer, his face hovering just inches from hers.

The room was silent except for the faint sound of her breath, quick and shallow. The other men, Brandon and the others, remained silent at the door, watching like vultures waiting for the inevitable.

"Now, let's see how much you're willing to endure," Ross murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "For your precious Julian."

The tension in the air was thick, almost unbearable. And April knew, deep in her heart, that this was only the beginning.

"But there's something you need to do first," Ross grinned, his eyes glinting with amusement. He reached to the side, and April followed his gaze.

Standing there, as if waiting for an order, was Brandon, holding a bowl of fruit in his hands.

Ross picked a single grape from the bowl and, without breaking eye contact, held it up to April's lips.

"A gift from the gods," he said with a chilling smile. "A fitting fruit before a great battle. Besides, I could hear your stomach growling from a mile away."

The words hung in the air, thick with a mysterious undertone as Ross gently coaxed her to eat. April's mind raced, her heart pounding in her chest, but she had no choice.

She opened her mouth and allowed him to feed her the grape, the sweet taste doing little to quell the rising unease in her stomach.

The moment the grape slid down her throat, everything around her seemed to shift. Her entire world shifted in an instant, leaving her uncertain whether the change was for better or worse.