Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 114 Defiance



April's tears fell freely now, blurring her vision. "Noooo! Please stop!" she shouted, her voice rising as she turned her gaze to Branson.

Her fear mixed with anger as she screamed at him, her emotions raw and unfiltered.

"Don't hurt him anymore! Just—just do whatever you want, you demons! You'll all burn in hell for this!"

Her voice wavered, the words a desperate plea wrapped in defiance. But her captors didn't flinch, their cold indifference slicing through her hope.

Still, her gaze returned to Julian.

She watched as he crawled closer, his body trembling but unrelenting.

Her heart ached at the sight of him—battered, bruised, but somehow still fighting.

Why, Julian? Why can't you just stay down?

Yet, even as her heart broke, she couldn't stop the swell of pride that rose within her.

Through her tears, a sad smile formed on her lips. He was everything she had ever wanted in a man—kind, brave, and selfless beyond measure.

Even now, crawling through the pain, he refused to give up.

Julian, she thought, her chest tightening, you're more of a man than anyone here could ever be.

Her voice softened, trembling with emotion as she whispered, "I love you, Julian. I love you so much."

Her words were meant for him, though she wasn't sure if he could hear her. But in that moment, it didn't matter.

Her heart swelled with pride and sorrow, knowing that no matter what happened next, Julian had given everything for her.

And no matter how cruel the world was, nothing could take that away.

"I think you've had enough rest," Ross's deep, gravelly voice rumbled, breaking through the fog of April's mind.

The words seemed to echo in the room, low and commanding, impossible to ignore.

Her body tensed at the sound, but it wasn't just his voice that made her shiver—it was his proximity.

She could feel his breath, warm and teasing, brushing against the sensitive skin near her pussy.

His lips were close, far too close, hovering mere inches from her most vulnerable special place.

A sharp pang of shame washed over her as her body betrayed her yet again.

That simple action, the faintest of touches from his breath, sent a spark of unwanted heat rippling through her.

"Ugggghhh…" April clenched her fists, willing herself to fight it, but the quiver in her thighs and the way her breath hitched told another story.

No. Stop this, she thought desperately, but her body refused to listen.

And Ross noticed. His smirk widened, cruel and knowing, as if he could feel every tremble, every pulse of heat coursing through her.

"You're trembling already," he murmured, his voice laced with mockery. "I haven't even started."

Before she could respond—before she could summon any shred of resistance—her world turned.

Ross moved with a speed that made her gasp, his strong hands gripping her waist as though she weighed nothing at all.

In one fluid motion, he lifted her effortlessly, her body rising off the bed as though gravity itself bowed to his strength.

"Wait—!" April barely had time to protest, her words catching in her throat as her surroundings blurred.

In the next instant, she found herself straddling him, her legs spread on either side of his powerful thighs.

His body was impossibly firm beneath her, every muscle coiled and tense, radiating a heat that made her acutely aware of how close they were.

And this time, she was face to face with her captor.

Her heart pounded wildly, a chaotic drumbeat in her chest as her eyes locked with his.

His gaze was intense, dark and unrelenting, like twin voids pulling her in.

She wanted to look away, to break free from the hold of those piercing eyes, but she couldn't.

Ross's lips curved into a slow, predatory smile, one that sent a chill down her spine even as it stoked the unwelcome fire in her core.

"You look scared," he said, his voice a low, mocking purr. His fingers tightened around her waist, holding her in place as though daring her to try to escape. "But I think part of you likes this."

"Shut up!" April snapped, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear.

Her cheeks flushed hotly, whether from his words or her body's treacherous reactions, she didn't know.

But her position left no room for denial. She could feel every inch of him—his solid chest pressing against her, his hands firm on her waist, and most of all, the massive, veined shaft beneath her.

Her breath hitched as her eyes darted downward, and her heart sank.

It was impossibly large. The sheer size and girth of his cock were monstrous, far beyond anything she had ever imagined.

Even without contact, its heat seemed to radiate against her skin, a silent promise of what was to come.

It throbbed faintly, its thick veins pulsating like some primal force of nature.

Her cunt clenched involuntarily as if anticipating the eventual plunge that would happen anytime soon, and she hated herself for it.

Ross's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he leaned in closer. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "What's wrong, April? Speechless?"

"Take your hands off me," she spat, though her voice lacked the strength she wanted it to have.

"Oh, no," Ross said softly, his tone dripping with cruel amusement. "We're just getting started."

April's breathing quickened as her mind raced. She wanted to fight, to scream, to push him away, but her body wouldn't cooperate.

The heat pooling in her stomach, the faint tremors in her limbs—it all betrayed her, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

Her eyes burned with unshed tears as she looked at him, her lips trembling.

"You're a monster," she whispered, her voice barely audible.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Ross chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling, as if her words amused him.

"Maybe," he said, tilting his head as he studied her. "But right now, I'm your monster."

His hands shifted on her waist, pulling her down ever so slightly. The movement brought her closer to him, her bare tight pink pussy now just inches above the tip of his monstrous cock.

April gasped sharply, her body tensing as a fresh wave of heat surged through her.

Ross leaned back slightly, his dark gaze never leaving hers.

"Go on," he taunted, his voice a challenge. "Admit it, April. Your body's already mine."

Her lips quivered as tears finally spilled down her cheeks.

She wanted to deny it, to fight back with every ounce of strength she had left.

But deep inside, a small, treacherous part of her feared he was right.

Still, she would rather die than admit it. She fought with everything she had—and fight she did, right to the end.


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