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Chapter 954: Chapter 954 Purple
Though each encounter had been separate, they could almost feel the memory of the other’s experiences as if it were their own.
Their conversation flowed more easily after that.
They laughed, teased, and shared observations about Ross that went beyond casual gossip.
Each comment, each knowing glance, reminded them of the inevitable truth: sooner or later, the three of them would share a bed.
The thought sent a shiver through both women, a mixture of anticipation, curiosity, and excitement.
By the time dessert arrived, their camaraderie had deepened.
Nina and Carrie realized that this connection wasn’t just about Ross—it was about them, about discovering someone who could understand their experiences without judgment, someone who could share secrets that no one else would ever know.
And while the evening was still young, both women silently acknowledged that their relationship, born from Ross’s insatiable desire, was only just beginning to take shape.
After dinner, Ross decided they needed somewhere quieter, away from the noise of the restaurant and the wandering eyes of strangers.
Without hesitation, he guided them back to the same hotel he had brought them to before.
The staff greeted him with respectful bows and courteous smiles, quickly ushering them upstairs as though the penthouse itself had been reserved solely for his use.
The moment they stepped inside, Ross inhaled deeply.
The air was fresh, the scent of polished wood and faint perfume lingering in the spacious suite.
Everything was immaculate, not a cushion out of place, not a speck of dust on the glass tables.
It was almost as if the penthouse existed only for him, untouched and waiting for his return.
"Since we’re coming back here again and again," Ross murmured under his breath, "maybe I should just buy this place." The thought lingered.
To most, owning a penthouse in a luxury hotel would be the height of indulgence, but for Ross, the idea seemed too small.
Why stop there? Why not buy the entire hotel?
A house could grow dull, stagnant, but this—this place ran itself like a living machine.
It offered staff at his beck and call, constant service, discretion, and the freedom to entertain whenever he pleased.
It would be his playground.
He smirked at the thought, already deciding he would make inquiries later this week.
But tonight, real estate was the furthest thing from his mind.
His attention was firmly on the two women who followed him into the suite, their heels clicking against the polished floor as if announcing their arrival.
Nina, the blonde, was radiant in every sense of the word.
Her hair shimmered like sunlight, cascading around her shoulders in golden waves that framed a face too perfect for most men to look at without faltering.
She carried herself with the elegance of a goddess but with a spark of mischief that only Ross seemed able to bring out of her.
Carrie, by contrast, was a dark jewel.
Her jet-black hair gleamed under the warm light, her eyes sharp yet inviting, her smile edged with seduction.
She had the air of a temptress—sultry, dangerous, irresistible.
Where Nina glowed, Carrie smoldered, and the balance between them only made the pair more intoxicating.
They were everything Ross desired: tall, voluptuous, their curves a blend of innocence and temptation, the kind of bodies that made men’s gazes linger helplessly.
Their faces carried an angelic charm, soft and pure at a glance, but their lips—full, lush, and inviting—hinted at the sinful pleasures they could deliver.
Their breasts were shapely, full and round, the kind of perfection sculpted to be admired, touched, and claimed.
Any man would have given anything for the chance to be in Ross’s position, to stand between these two women and call them his for the night. But Ross was not just any man.
He was the kind who didn’t simply take what others dreamed of—he owned it.
And tonight, Nina and Carrie would be his to enjoy, his to conquer, his to mold even closer together under his influence.
The thought made him grin.
"What are you girls waiting for?" Ross spread his arms wide, his voice low and teasing, but carrying the weight of command.
His grin was sharp, daring, his eyes glinting with the promise of what was to come.
"It’s two against one. This is your chance—because later, I’ll be the one fucking you both until you beg me to stop."
The challenge hung in the air, thick and heavy.
Nina and Carrie exchanged a fleeting glance, a spark of rivalry igniting between them.
They both knew Ross well enough to understand that this wasn’t a joke.
When Ross said he would break them until they begged, he meant it.
The question now was who would claim him first.
Whoosh!
Nina acted on impulse.
The blonde shot forward, her body pressing firmly against Ross as she threw her arms around his neck.
She crushed her lips against his, kissing him with a hunger that spoke of both need and possession.
Her tongue darted into his mouth, hot and eager, trying to stake her claim.
Her hands roamed greedily over his torso, gripping, tugging, desperate to feel more of him, her nails grazing against his skin as she tried to strip him down piece by piece.
Ross’s hands responded instinctively, sliding down her back, cupping her curves possessively.
He kissed her back with equal force, savoring the taste of her urgency, but before he could lose himself fully in Nina’s heat, another sensation jolted through him.
Carrie.
She had arrived a breath later, but her approach was no less fierce.
While Nina sought his lips, Carrie dropped low with deliberate intent.
She had no interest in kissing him first—her goal lay elsewhere.
Her fingers moved quickly, undoing his belt, yanking at his pants with practiced speed.
Within seconds, she had freed his cock, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief and desire as she looked up at him.
"Too slow, Nina," she teased, her voice husky.
Then, without waiting, she wrapped her lips around him.