Chapter 964: Chapter 964 Bundle
Ross imagined the moment vividly—Alexa’s body trembling, lips parted in a mixture of defiance and longing, her hands reaching for him despite herself.
The thrill of that image made his pulse quicken.
Ross’s grin widened into something sharper, more feral. Patience would be key.
Rush too soon, and the game would be lost. But linger, and every step would heighten the tension, sharpen the desire, and make the eventual conquest all the more intoxicating.
Every encounter, every glance, every subtle touch would draw her deeper into his influence, making the final victory—a night, an encounter, a claim over her body and mind—unforgettable.
He leaned back fully, eyes glinting with satisfaction and dark excitement.
Alexa was a challenge unlike any he had faced before, and he relished it.
The hunt, the planning, the anticipation—every part of it thrilled him more than any conquest so far.
And he knew, deep in his mind, that when he finally succeeded, when he finally claimed Alexa in the way he had imagined countless times, it would be a prize more beautiful, more intoxicating than anything he had ever taken.
Ross chuckled softly, the sound low and dangerous.
The harder the chase, the sweeter the reward. Alexa would be his.
And he would enjoy every single step of making her his.
***
A week passed, and Ross’s relationship with Carrie and Nina grew even stronger.
Each day was filled with intimacy, laughter, and heated passion.
He made love to them daily, leaving the two women in awe of his boundless stamina.
They enjoyed every second of his attention, yet deep down, they could not help but feel a gnawing confusion.
Ross was a man of legend—wealthy, powerful, and already married to dozens of wives.
To Carrie and Nina, it seemed impossible that he could spare so much of himself for them, and yet here he was, spending most of his time in Chicago, wrapped in their arms.
The more they thought about it, the harder it became to understand.
One evening, after their bodies were spent from another long night together, Carrie raised the question that had lingered in her heart.
Her voice was soft, uncertain, but firm enough to demand an answer.
"Ross... do your wives know about us?" she asked, resting her cheek against his chest as his arm draped lazily around her.
Nina, still catching her breath, added quickly, "And don’t they get jealous that you’re here with us most of the time? You’re almost always in Chicago... shouldn’t they be upset?"
Ross looked at them with a calm, steady gaze, his expression unreadable.
Then, with the confidence only he could exude, he answered.
"They don’t have to be jealous. Every day, I fly my private jet back to them. I spend my time with my wives, and then at night, I return here to you."
His tone was smooth, matter-of-fact, as if his explanation should erase all doubt.
Carrie and Nina glanced at each other.
Part of them wanted to believe it, and his conviction made it hard not to.
Yet even so, the thought lingered—how could he truly manage such a demanding life without faltering?
Of course, Ross’s words were only half the truth.
In reality, he had no need for airplanes or airports.
He possessed an ability far beyond what ordinary people could comprehend.
With a single thought, he could teleport across any distance.
In the blink of an eye, he could appear in the arms of one of his wives, indulge in their love until dawn, and then vanish just as swiftly to reappear beside Carrie and Nina.
To them, it seemed like dedication beyond reason, but to Ross, it was effortless.
His days and nights were woven seamlessly together, a life of endless romance and desire.
Carrie sometimes wondered if she was just another jewel in his crown of women.
She would trace her fingers along his jawline, her heart torn between pride and insecurity.
Nina, on the other hand, reveled in the fantasy of being chosen despite his world of wives, her competitive spirit flaring at the thought of outshining the others.
Ross, however, never let them linger too long in doubt.
His touch, his words, his presence—they erased hesitation as quickly as it came.
To him, love was not a burden to divide, but an overflowing well he could draw from endlessly.
His life was one of indulgence and excess, yet it never broke him.
On the contrary, Ross thrived.
He fed on passion, lived for romance, and embraced every woman in his life with the same tireless fire.
For him, there was no such thing as too much. There was only more.
By the second week of his passionate escapades with Carrie and Nina, Ross finally set his sights on Alexa.
The house was alive with sounds of moans and pleasure, each one echoing through the walls.
"Ahhhhhh..."
"Ohhhhhh..."
"Ughhhhh..."
Carrie’s cries rang out, trembling with ecstasy. She tried to stifle them, but the intensity of her pleasure made it impossible.
Every moan painted a clear picture of what was happening, leaving little to the imagination.
Russell shifted uneasily, leaning closer to Alexa, his brow furrowed.
"What are they doing?" he asked in a quiet whisper, though the answer was painfully obvious.
Alexa shook her head, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation.
"Isn’t it obvious? They’re playing a game," she said, dismissing his curiosity.
Another moan pierced the air, sharper and more urgent.
"Ahhhhhhh..."
Russell’s eyes widened.
"Is that... Nina?" he asked again, his voice laced with disbelief and a hint of jealousy.
"Stop asking me, dear." Alexa’s patience frayed slightly as she placed a finger against his lips.
"Let’s just focus on ourselves, okay?" Without waiting for a response, she pulled him into a deep, insistent kiss, her hands wandering to his chest.
Russell kissed her back with desperate eagerness, trying to lose himself in the intimacy, but no matter how much he wanted it, his body refused to respond.
Minutes stretched into more than half an hour, and still, his cock remained limp.
Each attempt to engage only seemed to magnify his frustration and humiliation.
Panting and sweating, he pulled back, a mixture of shame and helplessness in his eyes.
"I... I’m sorry, dear," he said quietly. "I don’t know what’s wrong with me."
Alexa’s gaze softened as she looked at him, but beneath that softness was a flicker of unease.
She could feel his disappointment radiating from him, and it tugged at her own emotions.
She wanted to comfort him, to reassure him that it wasn’t the end of the world—but the sound of Ross with Carrie and Nina continued to reverberate through the walls, making it impossible to ignore the stark contrast between Russell’s impotence and Ross’s unrelenting virility.
Russell’s eyes fell to his lap, where his cock lay completely unresponsive, soft as a noodle.
He felt a wave of inadequacy wash over him. Every second that passed, he became painfully aware of his failure—his inability to satisfy the woman he loved, compared to the effortless dominance of Ross echoing through the house.
Alexa hesitated, torn between offering gentle reassurance and feeling a pang of frustration herself.
"Russell..." she murmured, reaching to stroke his cheek.
Her touch was warm, meant to soothe, but he could feel the tension lingering in her body.
He sensed her own conflicted emotions, the slight sharpness in her gaze that betrayed her worry and, perhaps, a hidden comparison.
Russell swallowed hard, trying to regain some composure, but every heartbeat reminded him of his inadequacy.
He wanted to be the man she needed, to match the passion she had grown accustomed to—but right now, he couldn’t.
The room, filled with distant moans and the memory of Ross’s prowess, was a silent accusation, echoing louder than any words could.
He let out a long, frustrated sigh, burying his face in his hands.
"I... I just can’t..." he muttered.
Alexa leaned closer, her own sigh mingling with his.
She didn’t offer answers, didn’t try to make him feel better with empty words.
Instead, she held him, letting the warmth of her body and the quiet intimacy speak where words failed, even as the sounds from the other room reminded them both of the challenge he faced.
Of course, there was nothing wrong with Russell—this was entirely Ross’s doing.
From the very moment Ross had set his eyes on Alexa, Russell had not dared to touch his wife.
His hands, once familiar and confident, now trembled with hesitation, leaving him powerless against the unspoken current Ross had established.
"It’s okay, dear. We can try some other time," Alexa murmured softly, trying to soothe him, though the words felt hollow even to her own ears.
With a small sigh, she excused herself and slowly walked toward the washroom, each step heavy with the tension that had been building inside her for weeks.
Even behind closed doors, the house was alive with the soft, lingering echoes of pleasure.
Carrie and Nina’s moans floated through the air, faint yet insistent, seeping into every corner of Alexa’s mind.