Evil MC's NTR Harem Chapter 394 Humor

The neon lights outside cast a warm, flickering glow over the entrance, and Penny’s nerves were written all over her face.

Her hands fidgeted by her sides, and she avoided Ross’s gaze, staring instead at the ground as though it might offer her so kind of solace.

In stark contrast, Ross was the embodint of calm and confidence.

He stood tall, his broad shoulders relaxed, his expression steady.

To him, this night wasn’t just another conquest—it was sothing more significant.

He had been patient, playing the long ga, and now, standing at the threshold of this mont, he was sure of one thing: tonight would be unforgettable.

As they walked through the doors, Ross placed a reassuring hand on Penny’s lower back, guiding her gently but firmly.

The small touch was enough to send a shiver down her spine, though she tried to mask it by keeping her eyes forward.

The receptionist greeted them with a polite smile, but Penny couldn’t bring herself to return it, her heart pounding in her chest.

Ross, ever the picture of ease, handled the check-in with a casual air, his deep voice cutting through the tension Penny felt.

Once they were handed the room key, he turned to her with a soft, almost teasing smile.

"Relax, Penny," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Trust . Tonight will be worth it."

She gave him a hesitant nod, following him as he led the way to their room.

Every step felt heavier than the last, her mind racing with doubts, fears, and the tiniest flicker of sothing she didn’t want to acknowledge: anticipation.

When they reached the door, Ross opened it and stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter first.

"After you," he said smoothly.

Penny hesitated for the briefest mont before stepping inside, her nerves still buzzing.

The room was surprisingly elegant—soft lighting, clean lines, and a faint scent of lavender in the air. It felt intimate, inviting.

Ross closed the door behind them, locking it with a quiet click.

As Penny stood there, unsure of what to do next, Ross moved to her side, his presence grounding yet undeniably electric.

"This isn’t just about tonight," Ross said, his voice softer now, almost tender.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch warm and deliberate.

"This is the start of sothing new. Sothing real."

Penny looked up at him, her heart still racing but now for a different reason.

For the first ti, she let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t a mistake.

And with that, the night began.

"I don’t care anymore. Just kiss ," Penny said, her voice filled with a quiet but palpable desperation.

She dropped her purse to the floor and waited, her heart pounding as she stood there, ready for him to take the lead.

And Ross did.

He moved toward her without hesitation, closing the distance between them.

"Hmmmmm…" Their lips t in a deep, passionate kiss, one that was slow at first but quickly grew more urgent.

Ross’s lips were soft but insistent, pressing against hers with an intensity that made her pulse race.

This was different from anything she had experienced before.

She had only ever kissed one other man in her life, but tonight, it felt as if sothing deeper, more intense, was unfolding between them.

His embrace was all-encompassing, his arms wrapping around her with a strength that left her feeling small and delicate against his powerful fra.

Penny could feel the heat of his body, the sheer magnitude of his presence, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

Ross’s form had only beco more imposing over the months since he got his op abilities—his muscles were thick and well-defined, a stark contrast to the more slender sickly build he once had.

He had grown stronger, bulkier, and now his body was a testant to the strength he had cultivated.

Every inch of him radiated power, his physique more than capable of matching the fierce won he had once been surrounded by.

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Ross had intentionally built himself into a man who could dominate, physically and ntally, in ways that most others couldn’t.

His transformation wasn’t just about strength—it was about confidence, control, and a raw masculinity that he had crafted over ti.

Penny, though caught in the intensity of the mont, couldn’t help but notice how completely she was enveloped by him.

In his arms, she felt both fragile and safe, consud by the heat of his body and the fire that sparked between them.

Ross pulled away slightly, his breath ragged. He looked down at her with a glint in his eyes, a sense of victory already settling in.

"I told you this would be worth it," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Penny didn’t respond imdiately, her mind still reeling from the kiss, but her body was already beginning to betray her, pulling her closer to him, inviting more.

"Don’t talk. Just kiss again," Penny whispered, her voice breathless and laced with unmistakable arousal.

Her cheeks were flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, betraying how deeply Ross had already unraveled her.

That kiss had awakened sothing dormant within her—sothing primal, sothing she hadn’t allowed herself to feel for far too long.

Ross didn’t hesitate. He cupped her face with both hands, his touch firm yet tender, tilting her head up until their eyes t for the briefest mont.

Then, his lips claid hers again, this ti with a deeper, hungrier fervor.

The kiss was intense, unrelenting, and Penny lted into him completely, her hands clutching at the front of his shirt as if holding on for dear life.

His movents were purposeful, every brush of his lips and stroke of his tongue speaking of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

Ross kissed like he owned the mont, like he intended to burn himself into her mory.

Penny couldn’t stop the comparisons from flooding her mind—her husband’s kisses, while gentle and familiar, had never ignited this kind of fire within her.

This was sothing else entirely.