Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 296 Spontaneous Affair

"Ohhhhh…"

"Ahhhhhh…"

"Ughhhhh…"

"Yessssss!"

"Fuck me more, Ross!"

"Deeper, harder!"

"Don’t stop!"

"Fuck!"

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The entire house could hear Althea’s voice echoing through the walls—a mix of pleasure and abandon that left no doubt about what was happening in her room.

Only Christian was spared from hearing her sultry cries, as he had passed out drunk on the sofa downstairs, blissfully unaware of the late-night escapades.

***

In her room, Hazel lay tense on the bed, her legs pressed tightly together. She clenched her fists, trying to ignore the sounds that stirred memories she’d been working hard to suppress.

"You never change, Ross," she muttered to herself, biting her lip. Her body reacted instinctively, craving the touch she had once known so well.

Ross had trained her thoroughly during their time together, and now, even the faintest echo of Althea’s cries was enough to awaken those old desires.

But Hazel shook her head, refusing to succumb to temptation. She couldn’t give in. Not again.

***

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Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Trinity was lying awake, her cheeks flushed as she turned to her husband.

"Are you thinking what I’m thinking, dear?" she whispered, her voice low and hopeful.

Robert, stirred by her tone, chuckled softly.

"Of course! Come to papa, baby!" he said, reaching for her with renewed enthusiasm.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned. Despite their efforts, Robert’s body failed to respond.

"It’s okay, dear. Maybe next time," Trinity said, trying to hide her disappointment and comfort her husband. She smiled gently, brushing a hand through his hair.

Robert sighed and leaned back on the bed, his face etched with frustration.

"I’m just so tired these days—too much work, too much stress. It’s not good for the body. Let’s try again tomorrow." He closed his eyes, and within minutes, his soft snores filled the room.

Trinity, however, remained awake. Her thoughts wandered back to earlier in the evening, to the hug she’d shared with Ross, and the way his intoxicating scent had lingered on her skin.

She hated herself for thinking about it, but the truth was undeniable—she hadn’t felt this aroused in years.

Her gaze shifted to her sleeping husband. They hadn’t been intimate in over a year, and his struggles had only grown worse as he entered his forties.

She felt guilty for even entertaining such thoughts, but the longing in her body refused to be silenced.

Trinity let out a soft, frustrated sigh, staring at the ceiling as the night stretched on. Wet and restless, she resigned herself to yet another sleepless night.

***

"Damn it!" Liam muttered under his breath, pacing his room. For months, forbidden fantasies about his sisters had plagued his mind, but tonight was unbearable.

The unmistakable sounds of Althea’s moans from the next room pierced through the walls, igniting a storm of jealousy and frustration within him.

He clenched his fists, trying to resist the urge to react. Minutes turned to an agonizing hour, and still, the sounds didn’t cease.

"Are they still at it?" he grumbled, incredulous. The walls seemed to tremble under the intensity of the activity, each muffled cry driving him closer to the edge.

"Shit…" he hissed, unable to endure any longer. His curiosity and desire overwhelmed his better judgment. Quietly, he crept toward Althea’s room, pressing his ear to the door.

The noises were clearer now, vivid and intoxicating. Before he could stop himself, his hand slipped into his waistband, and he began to relieve the tension that had built up.

Minutes passed before he noticed the door wasn’t fully closed. He hesitated, then cautiously pushed it open a crack.

His heart raced as he caught sight of Althea, her figure pressed against the wall, her movements frenzied and raw.

Liam bit his lip, torn between guilt and exhilaration. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, his body betraying his conscience. It didn’t take long—three shameful minutes—and it was over.

He slinked back to his room, the weight of guilt heavy on his chest.

Still Ross and Althea continued to fuck until 7 in the morning, at which point the house finally fell silent.

***

By noon, another dramatic episode unfolded in the household.

"I’m sorry. I’ve found someone else," Hazel confessed, her voice trembling with guilt. The words hung heavily in the air, shattering Christian’s composure.

His face crumpled, and tears spilled freely as he broke down, sobbing like a heartbroken child. Liam, feeling secondhand embarrassment and sympathy, stepped in to take Christian home.

When Liam returned, the house felt heavy, the earlier drama casting a lingering shadow over everyone. A quiet tension filled the air, threatening to swallow the household whole.

"Hey, how about I cook something to lighten the mood?" Ross offered with a casual shrug, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Read exclusive content at novelbuddy

He rolled up his sleeves and got to work in the kitchen, his confidence radiating through every movement.

Soon, the tantalizing aroma of spices and sizzling ingredients filled the air, coaxing smiles from even the most melancholic faces.

When the meal was finally served, the family dug in with enthusiasm. Every bite was met with praise and admiration, Ross soaking it all in like a sponge.

"Not bad for a guy who only cooks once in a blue moon, huh?" he joked, earning laughter and more compliments.

As the evening wore on, the wine and liquor started flowing, filling glasses as easily as they filled the room with warmth.

It didn’t take long for Liam and Robert to reach their limits, both collapsing on the living room sofa in a drunken stupor.

Ross, ever the actor, feigned intoxication to blend in, though he remained sharp and calculated.

Hazel, tipsy but self-aware, excused herself to her room, her mood swinging between relief and regret over her earlier confession.

Althea followed shortly after, her footsteps slightly unsteady as she retired to her own room.

With the women gone and the men asleep, the house settled into an eerie quiet, save for the occasional creak of settling wood.

When the clock struck midnight, Ross stirred. He glanced at Liam and Robert sprawled on the sofa, their snores filling the room.

Satisfied that they wouldn’t wake anytime soon, he stood and stretched, a sly grin spreading across his face.

He hadn’t planned for tonight to unfold this way, but the thought of Trinity kept tugging at his mind. He couldn’t ignore the signs—her distant looks, her soft sighs when she thought no one was watching.

She deserved more, and while it wasn’t his place to intervene, he couldn’t help but feel he could offer her some solace, even if only for one night.

"A beauty like her deserves better." Ross muttered.