[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem":3,"chapter-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-669":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Evil MC's NTR Harem",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1831968,2438,"Chapter 669: 669 Claws","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-669",669,"\u003Cp>Chapter 669: Chapter 669 Claws“I’m married,” she said at last, the words trembling on her lips, more like a confession than a protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know,” Ross replied, his voice low, almost soothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved his hand up to her shoulder and gently turned her to face him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine allowed it, her breathing shallow, heart hammering inside her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes locked, and in that long, unbroken gaze, everything was laid bare—her loneliness, his confidence, her guilt, his hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross leaned in slowly, without a word, giving her time to decide. She could pull away. She could say no. But she didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face came closer. Her body didn’t move. Her lips parted slightly, and for a heartbeat, nothing existed except the heat between them and the anticipation humming in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, finally, their lips met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine let out a soft, shuddering breath against his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahhhh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a release. A surrender to everything she had held back for too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross kissed her with exquisite, deliberate seduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips moved slowly, deeply, as though he had all the time in the world to savor her—and he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand cradled the back of her head, guiding her gently, while the other remained at her waist, anchoring her to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kiss wasn’t rushed. It was a dance, a slow burn, the kind that made your skin tingle and your mind go blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine was swept away—her thoughts scattered, her body alive in ways it hadn’t been in far too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kiss ignited everything she had tried to suppress: loneliness, frustration, need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a full minute, she didn’t resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave in, letting herself drown in the heat and the hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it hit her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What are you doing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands pressed against Ross’s chest, firm but not forceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled back just enough to break the kiss, gasping slightly, lips tingling from the intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” she said, voice trembling. “This is wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shook her head, trying to convince herself more than him. Her eyes didn’t meet his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t. It was too much—too close, too raw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shame and desire warred inside her, battling for control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body was still reacting, flushed and alive, even as her mind screamed for restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, silence settled between them—thick, weighted with tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She expected him to speak, to whisper something clever or persuasive, to charm her back into submission with a few well-placed words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was how it always went, wasn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temptation, the reasoning, the slow unraveling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross didn’t speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, closing the space between them with purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine let out a soft gasp as her feet left the ground, surprised at how effortlessly he carried her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arms instinctively looped around his shoulders, and her legs wrapped around his waist as if they had a mind of their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shift in position pressed her tightly against him, and her breath caught in her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could feel it—him—hard and thick beneath his pants, pushing up against the soft, damp heat between her legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The contact was sudden and intimate, even through the layers of fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body reacted instantly. A pulse of arousal surged through her, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ross…” she breathed, unsure if it was a plea or a warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before she could say anything more, he kissed her again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, it wasn’t gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hungry. Fierce. His lips claimed hers with an intensity that left her dizzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her back arched against him, one hand tangling in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder like a lifeline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All her resistance crumbled in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her thoughts, her vows, her guilt—all of it was drowned out by the feel of him, the scent of him, the overwhelming need to be touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t stop. He carried her as if she were weightless, as if she belonged in his arms, as if nothing else in the world mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kiss didn’t break even as he stepped through the doorway behind them, into the darkened room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door swung shut behind them with a quiet thud, sealing them away from the outside world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine hesitated at first. Her hands trembled faintly against Ross’s chest, the last remnants of resistance flickering within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t drunk, not like Sasha. She could still think, still reason. And reason told her to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her body told a different story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s tongue pressed against her lips—hot, firm, insistent—and she gasped, opening to him without even realizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tongue slid into her mouth, claiming it as if it had always belonged to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their tongues met in a slow, hungry tangle, twisting and teasing, tasting each other without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing polite about it. No hesitation. No uncertainty. It was raw, primal, and greedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saliva mingled as they kissed with abandon, their breaths growing faster, heavier, hotter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine didn’t care anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kissed him back like she had been starving for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine moaned softly into the kissz\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmmmm…” A helpless sound torn straight from her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s mouth moved like a man who knew exactly what he was doing, what she needed, what would make her melt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His kiss wasn’t just skilled—it was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each movement, each flick of his tongue, each graze of his lips stole another piece of her control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath was warm and clean, fresh and addictive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It filled her senses, left her lightheaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And suddenly, the truth hit her like a bolt of lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was, without question, the most exquisite kiss she had ever experienced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had only ever been kissed by one man before—her husband, Colton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this… this was something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Colton, it was always soft, reserved, controlled. With Ross, it was a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every second of contact sent shockwaves through her system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t just feel kissed—she felt devoured.\u003C\u002Fp>",1016,"2026-06-09T06:18:58.540Z",1,"novelbin.me","5dd26883acfbfaf68be6595a2725d25a77823f723f655f640affe705f505e0b9","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-670","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-668",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]