Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 554 - Ancient

Grace couldn't help but smile back, the playful tension in the air making her feel slightly more at ease.

"I suppose you could say that," she replied, her voice light, yet there was a hint of something deeper in her words—an unspoken acknowledgment of the attraction that had grown between them.

"Careful now, Grace," another wife teased, winking at her. "We don't want Ross getting any more ideas. He already has more than enough women in his life to keep him busy."

The group erupted in laughter again, and Grace felt a warmth spread through her. Despite the unconventional nature of the situation, she found herself relaxing into it, enjoying the camaraderie of the women around her.

As the conversation continued, more questions came, some more direct than others.

But Grace felt a sense of understanding growing between her and the wives, as if they were all acknowledging the complexity of their shared relationship with Ross.

It wasn't the kind of life she had imagined for herself, but there was an undeniable connection between them all, and she couldn't help but feel drawn into it.

It was obvious—Ross's wives adored him. Grace could see it in the way they looked at him, the way they smiled in his presence, and how their gazes softened with love and admiration.

It was written all over their faces, impossible to ignore.

This realization brought her an unexpected sense of relief. When she had first been taken in, she had assumed they were like her—forced into this situation against their will.

But now, seeing them so at ease, so devoted, she began to question her assumptions.

But wait… could this just be what they want me to believe? she mused, her thoughts swirling. Surely, I can't take everything at face value.

What if they, too, were once like me? Helpless. Trapped. And they just learned to love him over time?

She wanted to ask, but it was too soon. She had barely met them, and it would be foolish to voice such a blunt question.

It wasn't something to bring up lightly, not when she had no idea how deep their loyalty to Ross ran. I'll ask later, she decided. I just have to be careful about it.

Unfortunately, she never got the chance.

Because when midnight arrived, Ross and his wives had an entirely different plan for how the night would unfold.

The moment he touched her, a shiver ran down her spine. It was happening again—she was being pulled into his world, into the carnal pleasures that defined life by his side.

"Ahhh…!"

"Ohhh…!"

"Ughhh…!"

The room was soon filled with the sounds of pleasure, moans and gasps echoing in the dim candlelight. Grace had long since stopped resisting. It was impossible.

Ross had a way of making her surrender completely, of pulling her into sensations so overwhelming that she forgot to think, forgot to question.

He knew exactly how to touch her, how to tease her, how to bring her to the peak again and again until she was nothing but a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.

She didn't even remember how many times she came. Her body was no longer her own, merely a vessel for the pleasure he gave her. But this time, there was something different. Something more intense.

Was it because they were watching?

The presence of Ross's wives lingered in the air like an intoxicating haze, their gazes burning into her skin. They weren't judging her.

No, their eyes held something else—excitement, approval, even amusement. She wasn't just being taken by Ross. She was being welcomed into something far greater.

By the time exhaustion began to creep in, her body heavy and sore, she thought she would finally be allowed to rest. But then—

Ross moved on.

One by one, he took his wives next, as if claiming them anew. Grace should have looked away, but she couldn't. She was mesmerized.

They're all so beautiful!

That was the only thought echoing in her dazed mind as she watched. Each of them was stunning in their own way, their bare bodies glowing in the candlelight.

Grace had always known she was attractive, but seeing them like this—seeing them beneath Ross, their faces twisted in pleasure—made her feel something unexpected.

Envy.

She had thought herself special. That, perhaps, Ross had given her something unique. But watching him with them, seeing the way he touched them, the way they responded to him, she realized something.

She wasn't special.

They all were.

And as sleep finally threatened to claim her, she understood one thing—this was the life she had been pulled into.

A world where love, lust, and power intertwined so deeply that it was impossible to separate them.

And strangely enough… she didn't mind.

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Three days of an unrelenting sexual marathon had passed, and Grace was finally back to reality. Her body still ached, her legs weak, every movement a reminder of the pleasure she had indulged in.

It felt strange—returning to the quiet mundanity of home after drowning in ecstasy for days on end.

Still, she told herself nothing had changed.

She had played her part, and now, it was time to slip back into her old life.

With a deep breath, she stepped inside, setting down her bag with a practiced ease. The scent of home filled her nose—faint cologne, freshly brewed coffee, and the lingering traces of a life she had almost forgotten.

Then she saw him.

Ted sat in his usual chair by the dining table, his hands folded neatly on the surface. There was no warmth in his eyes, no welcoming embrace.

His expression was unreadable, his jaw set, his gaze locked onto her the moment she walked in.

Something was wrong.

Still, she forced a smile and stepped forward.

"Hi, Ted. I'm back." Her voice was soft, almost hesitant.

She reached out, intending to hug him. Despite everything, she still loved her husband. Though their marriage had long since lost its passion—Ted simply couldn't perform anymore—she had accepted it.

They had built a life together, and even if intimacy had faded, she believed their bond was strong enough to endure.

But then, he didn't move.

He didn't return her embrace. He didn't even acknowledge her touch. Instead, he just sat there, silent and unmoving, his expression growing darker by the second.

The air in the room felt heavier.

Grace's smile faltered. "Ted?"

Finally, he spoke.

"How long have you been cheating on me, Grace?"

His voice was low, cold, laced with quiet fury.

Her breath caught in her throat.

The warmth drained from her face, her heart hammering inside her chest. She stood frozen, her mind scrambling for an answer, an excuse—anything to dispel the accusation hanging between them.

She had been caught.