Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 320

“I… I can’t do this,” Mrs. Lawrence panted, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from their kiss, and her heart was pounding as if it might burst.

She glanced away, unable to meet his intense gaze. She knew how close she had come to losing control entirely. If she hadn’t stopped him now, she would have crossed a line she couldn’t return from.

“I’m sorry, Ross,” she said softly, her voice tinged with regret.

“This… this isn’t right. I’m your neighbor. I’m even older than your mother. I can’t let this happen.”

Mrs. Lawrence sighed deeply, her emotions in turmoil.

She was 46 years old, six years older than Ross’s mother, and the thought of what was unfolding filled her with unease.

She couldn’t let this happen—not just for her own dignity, but because she couldn’t imagine facing Ross’s parents afterward. The shame and awkwardness would be unbearable.

“Ross, you need to stop,” she said firmly, her voice trembling slightly but resolute.

“This… this isn’t right. I’ve known you since you were a child, and I can’t betray that trust—or the trust of your parents. Please, let’s end this conversation here.”

She looked at him, her expression softening slightly. “You’ve grown into an incredible young man, Ross, and I’m proud of everything you’ve achieved. But this… this can’t happen.”

Her words hung in the air, a plea and a boundary drawn at the same time.

But what was shocking was that even as she spoke, a part of her ached with the loss of his touch.

The warmth of his hands, the intensity of his kiss—it had awakened something inside her that she thought had died long ago. But she knew she couldn’t give in, not now, not like this.

Ross leaned back slightly, his hands falling to his sides as he studied her.

“I don’t care about any of that,” he said quietly.

“I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember, Mrs. Lawrence. And I know you felt something just now. Don’t tell me you didn’t.”

Mrs. Lawrence bit her lip, unable to deny the truth of his words. But even so, she shook her head, her resolve hardening.

“It doesn’t matter, Ross. Some lines shouldn’t be crossed.”

She stood abruptly, putting distance between them as she tried to steady her racing heart.

“I think it’s best if you leave now,” she said, her voice firmer this time.

Ross hesitated, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity that made Mrs. Lawrence shift uncomfortably. Finally, he nodded, his voice low but unwavering.

“I can’t hold back. I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long. And now, after everything, I finally have something to show you, something to make you proud. I don’t think I can ever let this chance go,” he said, the words trembling with a mix of desperation and resolve.

Before Mrs. Lawrence could respond, Ross began to undress.

“Ross, what are you doing? Stop this madness right now!” she exclaimed, her voice sharp with alarm. But Ross seemed deaf to her protests, his movements deliberate, almost defiant.

Piece by piece, his clothing hit the floor until he stood there in nothing but his boxer shorts. Mrs. Lawrence’s breath caught as he removed the final barrier, baring himself entirely.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and for a moment, it felt as though time itself had stopped.

She couldn’t look away. The sheer size and presence of him—hard, thick, and imposing—seemed almost surreal. It stood tall, a testament to his desire, pointing upward with an unrelenting determination.

“I want you, Mrs. Lawrence,” Ross said, his voice steady and unflinching despite the raw vulnerability of his position.

“If you can’t accept me, then call your daughters. Shout for help. Shame me in front of everyone. Let the world know what I’ve done. That pain, that humiliation—it’ll be enough for me to hate you and walk away forever. If this is the price I have to pay for loving you, then so be it. I won’t bother you again. I promise.”

He moved to the sofa, sitting down with a confidence that bordered on arrogance. Spreading his arms wide and stretching his legs out, he leaned back, exposing himself entirely, as if inviting judgment.

To add to the audacity of it all, he closed his eyes, as if daring her to act.

“Ross…” Mrs. Lawrence’s voice was barely a whisper. She stood frozen, the gravity of the moment weighing heavily on her. How had things escalated to this?

A simple gathering, a pleasant evening, and now this…

Her mind raced for an explanation. She blamed the alcohol Ross had consumed earlier in the night.

It must have dulled his inhibitions, emboldened him beyond reason, and given him the courage to act so recklessly.

Mrs. Lawrence herself had avoided the wine and stuck to juice, leaving her fully aware of the insanity unfolding before her.

But awareness didn’t provide her with an escape. Instead, it forced her to confront the truth of the situation: Ross’s feelings for her were real, and his actions—though outrageous—were born of a deep, consuming love.

“I need to take responsibility,” she murmured to herself. The words felt heavy, yet strangely clarifying. She was a widow, after all, with no reputation left to lose.

But Ross… Ross was young, with his whole life ahead of him. If she rejected him in such a public, humiliating manner, the scandal would destroy him.

And despite her better judgment, Mrs. Lawrence couldn’t bring herself to let that happen.

“Just once,” she said finally, releasing a deep, resigned sigh.

“I’ll let you do this just once. Follow me.”

Her words hung in the air like a final decree, sealing their fates. Slowly, she turned and began walking away, her steps measured and deliberate.

Behind her, she heard Ross rise from the sofa, his movements filled with a sense of victory and anticipation.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she led him toward the bedroom, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Was this madness?

A lapse in judgment?

Or perhaps, deep down, had she been waiting for someone to reignite the fire she thought she’d lost forever?

As the door closed behind them, Mrs. Lawrence knew one thing for certain: this night would change everything—for both of them.