Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 950: Chapter 950 Midman

Nina woke slowly, the sunlight filtering through the curtains and painting soft golden streaks across the room.

Her body felt heavy, pleasantly sore in ways she had never imagined before.

The sheets beneath her still smelled faintly of Ross—warm, masculine, intoxicating—and when she shifted, a shiver of memory rushed through her, reminding her of the wild, endless night they had shared.

She pulled herself out of bed, her legs wobbling a little as she moved to the cabinet.

Sliding open the door, she found a robe, smooth silk in a pale shade that clung lightly to her skin when she slipped it on.

She tied it lazily at the waist, her chest rising and falling with a mix of fatigue and quiet satisfaction.

Her lips curved into a smile as she remembered how Ross had taken her, again and again, until she had lost all sense of time.

Padding softly through the apartment, she stopped at the kitchen entrance.

Ross was there, shirtless, moving with casual ease as though this was his routine.

The muscles of his back shifted with every movement, strong lines cut by shadow and morning light.

He was preparing breakfast—plates already set, coffee steaming gently, the faint aroma filling the air.

Nina leaned against the doorway, not saying a word, just watching him.

Her heart gave a small flutter.

For all of last night’s animal hunger, there was something grounding about seeing Ross like this—calm, deliberate, as though he had planned all along to take care of her after breaking her in so completely.

Ross turned eventually, his sharp eyes locking onto her as if he had known she’d been standing there the whole time. He didn’t look surprised, just amused.

"You’re right on time," he said smoothly. His lips tugged into that infuriatingly confident smile as he gestured toward the table.

"Come sit."

Nina obeyed, sliding into the chair across from him. He placed a cup of coffee in front of her and pushed a plate of food closer.

She breathed in the steam, suddenly aware of how hungry she was.

They ate in silence for a while, the comfortable kind that needed no words.

Halfway through, Nina set her fork down and glanced at him.

There was a question tugging at her chest, one she couldn’t ignore.

"So... what are we today, Ross?" she asked softly, testing him, testing herself.

Ross didn’t even hesitate. He leaned back slightly, his gaze locking onto hers, unflinching.

"We are whatever you want us to be," he said simply.

Nina froze for a heartbeat, her chest tightening.

It was such a Ross thing to say—direct, open-ended, yet loaded with meaning.

She felt her lips curve into a smile, warmth spreading through her despite herself.

There was no point in pushing for more, not right now.

He had given her an answer, and in its own way, it was perfect.

Once they finished eating, Ross rose and offered his hand.

She slipped hers into it, and he led her out to the pool.

The morning light shimmered off the water’s surface, dazzling and inviting.

They didn’t waste time.

Robes slipped away, discarded carelessly, and together they dove in, laughter bubbling to the surface as the cool water embraced them.

At first, it was playful.

They splashed at one another, Nina swimming away only to be chased and caught by Ross.

She squealed and laughed when his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her close.

For a moment, she felt like a girl again—free, lighthearted, untethered.

But then his lips found hers, and the laughter dissolved into heat.

The kiss was deep, hungry.

Ross pressed her back against the pool’s edge, the cool tiles contrasting with the fire of his body against hers.

Nina gasped when she felt him slide into her once more, the water rippling violently around them.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs clamping desperately around his waist as he thrust with the same relentless intensity as last night.

Every movement sent waves splashing, her moans muffled by his lips as he kissed her through it all.

It was raw, frantic, but layered with something else too—something gentler that lingered beneath the fire, something that made her cling tighter, needing not just his body but the reassurance of his presence.

Time blurred again.

The water echoed with their cries, their passion reverberating into the air.

When Nina finally came, her whole body shuddered against him, her voice breaking into his shoulder.

Ross followed not long after, groaning low as he spilled himself inside her, the water doing nothing to wash away the intensity of it.

Afterward, they floated in each other’s arms, breathless and trembling, their foreheads resting together.

Nina closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his body and the soft rhythm of his heartbeat anchor her.

She knew then—Ross had ruined her for anyone else.

Whatever came next, whatever storms awaited, she already belonged to him.

And from the way he held her, she was starting to believe that maybe, just maybe, he belonged to her too.

***

Nina skipped the entire Monday without a shred of guilt, choosing instead to spend it wrapped up in Ross’s world.

The hours bled together—long conversations, laughter, stolen kisses, and of course, an endless blur of sex that left her weak and trembling more times than she could count.

Ross seemed tireless, insatiable, and yet always attentive in a way that made her feel wanted, claimed, and cherished all at once.

By the time the sun began to dip toward evening, Nina felt like she had lived an entire lifetime in just one day.

But just when she thought the day was winding down peacefully, Ross leaned casually against the doorframe, watching her with that half-smirk that always made her nervous.

He folded his arms across his chest and spoke in that tone of his—calm, straightforward, but carrying the weight of a storm.

"I’m going to introduce you to Carrie later," he said, his words deliberate.

"The three of us are going to have some fun."