Chapter 940: Chapter 940 Existence
Ross didn’t smirk, didn’t move, didn’t break eye contact.
His stillness carried more power than any gesture.
Then, in that same steady, velvet-deep voice, he answered,
"We both know the answer to that, don’t we?"
Silence followed. Heavy. Suffocating.
It wasn’t awkward silence—it was the kind that pressed into her skin, forcing her to confront the truth she was desperately trying to deny.
Nina’s breathing grew quicker.
She shook her head, her lips parting as if to speak, but nothing came out.
Seconds stretched into minutes.
Her mind screamed leave now, but her body burned, whispering stay.
Finally, as though surrendering to something inevitable, she exhaled shakily and began to move.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Step by step, she crossed the space between them.
Thud!
The long coat she wore slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor in a heap.
Ross’s eyes darkened immediately.
Beneath the coat, Nina was revealed—her body wrapped in only a daring two-piece of lace and silk.
The bra cupped her breasts tightly, pushing them upward, the delicate fabric so sheer it almost teased transparency.
The panties clung to her hips like a whisper, a thin strip of lace that left the swell of her thighs and the soft curve of her ass fully on display.
Ross leaned back deeper into the sofa, spreading his legs wider, his cock twitching as it stood tall and thick, gleaming under the light.
He didn’t speak.
His eyes did all the talking, scanning her slowly—neck, breasts, hips, thighs—lingering on each place like a caress without touch.
Nina felt her knees weaken under that gaze.
Her skin tingled as though invisible hands trailed over her body, and every instinct screamed that she should cover herself, run, do something.
Instead, she stood frozen, half-naked, trembling, her smile faint and conflicted—caught between shame and exhilaration.
Ross tilted his head slightly, finally breaking the silence.
"Closer."
The single word, deep and commanding, sent a jolt down her spine.
Nina swallowed hard, her throat dry, and her legs obeyed before her mind could resist.
Step by step, she drew nearer to him until the scent of his skin—raw, masculine, intoxicating—wrapped around her.
She could see every detail of him now: the hard cut of his jaw, the faint smirk at the edge of his lips, and the thick veins throbbing along his monstrous cock.
Her eyes flicked briefly toward the door behind her. It felt so close... and yet impossibly far.
Ross noticed. He chuckled low, spreading his arms casually across the back of the sofa. "The door is still open. No one’s holding you here. If you want to leave, now’s your chance."
Nina’s breath caught. The option was there, real and undeniable.
She could turn her back, walk out, and never see him again.
But she didn’t move.
Her body refused.
Ross smirked knowingly.
His confidence was absolute, as if he already owned her, as if her hesitation only amused him.
And Nina, trembling but unable to look away, realized with a shiver that he might be right.
Nina’s breathing quickened as her chest rose and fell.
She felt the soft carpet against her knees, grounding her body, but her mind was spiraling.
The size of Ross’s cock, the scent of his skin, the relaxed dominance in his posture—all of it pushed her deeper into a haze where reason struggled to survive.
Her fingers twitched against her thighs.
She wanted to reach out, to feel its weight in her hand, to prove to herself that something so massive could be real.
But fear laced with excitement kept her frozen.
She had always thought of herself as careful, reserved, a girl who lived by reason and control.
Yet here she was, on her knees, trembling before a man who radiated danger and desire in equal measure.
Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out. Instead, a soft whimper escaped, betraying her need.
Ross’s cock seemed to pulse at that exact moment, as though mocking her hesitation, daring her to bridge the distance.
Ross leaned back further into the sofa, arms spread wide, the very picture of unshakable confidence.
His smirk widened as his dark eyes lingered on her flushed face and trembling form.
He hadn’t touched her, hadn’t given her a single command, and yet she was already undone.
"You feel it, don’t you?" His voice was low, like velvet laced with steel.
"The pull. The hunger. You can pretend to fight it, Nina, but your body already knows the truth."
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, heat pooling between them.
She hated how easily he saw through her, how naked she felt even clothed in her bra and panties.
She dropped her gaze again to his cock, now so close she could see every vein, the subtle throb at its base, the sheen of moisture at the tip that promised forbidden pleasures.
Her heart pounded in her ears.
She imagined what it would feel like filling her mouth, stretching her lips, forcing her to surrender every last shred of control.
A wave of shame and desire coursed through her. She bit her lip hard, but that only fueled the ache inside her.
Ross tilted his head, watching her wrestle with herself.
"No one’s forcing you, Nina," he said, his tone calm, almost gentle. "The door is still open. You can walk away now... or you can step into my world and never be the same again."
Her eyes flicked to the door.
For a fleeting second, she pictured herself standing up, running back to her safe, predictable life.
But then her gaze drifted back to him—to his cock, to his smirk, to the unshakable dominance in his presence.
That vision of escape dissolved like smoke.
Her hand rose without her even realizing it, trembling, hovering in the air.
The decision was hers, and yet it felt as though Ross had already claimed it long before she even walked into the room.
Nina bit her lips in indecision for a few breaths before she finally made up her mind and moved.