Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 565 - Signature

The tension in the room shifted. The crew immediately began adjusting the cameras and lights, resetting the scene for another take. A few people murmured quietly to each other, exchanging glances.

Cate knew what they were thinking—she had messed up.

But she couldn't move.

Her lips still tingled from the kiss. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths.

She had kissed countless co-stars in her career, executed countless love scenes with ease, yet this… this was different.

"Are you okay, Cate?"

She blinked as Mr. Lancaster approached, his voice softer now, laced with concern.

"Something wrong?" he pressed.

Cate exhaled slowly, forcing herself to regain composure.

"I just… got carried away," she admitted, shaking her head as if trying to physically rid herself of the lingering sensation. "I'll do better next take."

The director studied her for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Reset in 5."

He walked away, but Cate remained rooted to the spot, her mind whirling.

Carried away? That wasn't supposed to happen.

And yet, when Ross kissed her, it had felt… too real.

It was just a kiss. Just acting. Just another day on set. So why did her body react like that?

Cate turned slightly, her gaze landing on Ross, who was now casually sipping from a water bottle, chatting with a crew member as if nothing had happened.

As if he hadn't just turned her world upside down with a simple kiss.

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides.

She needed to focus.

But the second take was no better.

Nor was the third.

Or the fourth.

Take after take, she found herself losing her grip on the role, on the scene, on everything. Each time their lips met, a current of electricity shot through her, making it impossible to separate the character from reality.

And Ross? He remained unaffected. Cool. Collected. Professional.

It took ten takes before Lancaster was finally satisfied.

Ten times of feeling Ross's lips press against hers.

Ten times of her breath hitching at the way his fingers barely skimmed her waist, yet sent heat curling down her spine.

Ten times of desperately trying to remind herself that this was just a scene—just an act—while her body betrayed her with each repeated kiss.

"Damn it," she muttered under her breath.

This wasn't good.

Ross's kiss affected her more than it should have.

And worse—she wasn't sure if she wanted it to stop.

Ten takes later, they reset the cameras and retook the scene and now it was perfect.

"After all," Cate murmured in character as Darcy, her voice low and sultry, "I've got premium pussy right here."

This time, everything clicked. Cate fully embodied Darcy, delivering her lines with precision, letting herself sink into the role.

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The kiss ignited something inside her—just like before, Ross's touch sent shivers down her spine, drawing her deeper into the moment.

The heat between them intensified, their lips moving in perfect sync. She let go of all hesitation, her body responding naturally, instinctively.

Before she realized it, a soft, breathy moan escaped her lips, filling the room. The pleasure surged through her, overwhelming in its intensity.

She barely comprehended what was happening until it was too late.

"Ahhh…" Cate gasped, her entire body trembling, a sharp wave of euphoria crashing over her. The realization hit—she had just climaxed. From a kiss.

Her thighs clenched instinctively, her panties now damp with undeniable proof of her reaction. Heat flooded her cheeks as mortification crept in, but, thankfully, the director called it right then.

"Cut! Perfect take, Cate!" His voice rang out, brimming with satisfaction.

The set burst into applause, but Cate was too focused on composing herself. Slowly, she lifted herself from Ross's lap, hyperaware of the dampness between her legs.

She prayed Ross wouldn't say anything, though she knew he had noticed. How could he not? He was the closest person to her, and the scent of her arousal was undeniable.

Still, he said nothing, keeping his expression neutral—maybe out of courtesy, or maybe he just didn't care. Either way, she was grateful.

With an awkward smile, she straightened her outfit and quickly made her way off set.

As she passed by, Althea was waiting. The woman leaned against a nearby prop, arms crossed, smirking knowingly. Then, to Cate's horror, she winked.

Cate swallowed hard.

Oh, God. She knew.

There was no use pretending. Althea had undoubtedly caught on to what had happened. Cate barely managed to keep her composure as she hurried past, her heart pounding. She needed to change—now.

Slipping into her motorhome, she exhaled sharply, pressing a hand to her flushed face.

"God," she muttered, shaking her head. "This movie is trickier than I thought."

***

That night, Cate made love to her husband with a passion that surprised even herself.

She rode him hard, her moans filling the room, her nails digging into his chest as she chased the high she so desperately needed.

"Almost!"

"Yes!"

"Here I come!"

She threw her head back as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body shuddering with release. But the euphoria was short-lived.

As she lay panting beside her husband, reality settled in, and with it came guilt—deep and undeniable.

She had kept her eyes shut the entire time, not because of the pleasure but because in her mind, it wasn't her husband beneath her. It was Ross.

Ross, who had made her come earlier with just a simple kiss.

The realization made her stomach churn. What was wrong with her? She loved her husband. She had never been unfaithful, not even in thought. And yet, tonight, she had strayed.

"Wow! That was amazing," her husband said, still catching his breath. He turned to her, grinning. "You seemed… different tonight. What happened?"

Cate forced a lighthearted laugh, masking the guilt clawing at her insides. She ran a hand over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles.

"Nothing, really. Just built up a lot of stress lately." She leaned in closer, her voice turning playful. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy me screaming your name."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "I can't complain."

Cate smiled, but inside, she felt hollow. She was a great actress—not just in front of the cameras but in real life too.

And when her husband pulled her back into his embrace for another round, she let herself get lost in the act, hoping it would drown out the guilt.

***

Morning arrived far too soon, and Cate slipped back into her routine. She returned to the set, the weight of last night still lingering, but she was a professional. No one would see past her polished exterior.

As the weeks passed, her interactions with Ross grew more frequent. Their chemistry—both on and off the screen—was undeniable. They joked, laughed, and confided in each other between takes.

He was easy to talk to, easy to be around. And maybe that was part of the problem.

She told herself it was just friendship, but the way her heart raced whenever he smiled at her said otherwise.

Two months later, the final scene was shot. The entire cast and crew stood together, watching as Mr. Lancaster, the director, finally called it.

"Perfect! That's it, guys! Good job! Thank you all for your hard work!"

A wave of relief and excitement swept through the set. Cheers erupted, hugs were exchanged, and for the first time in months, everyone let out a collective breath.

They had done it. The movie was complete.

As the adrenaline settled, someone popped open a bottle of champagne, and soon, the set transformed into a full-blown celebration. Laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses filled the air.

Cate stood off to the side, watching as Ross chatted animatedly with a few crew members. He caught her gaze and smirked, lifting his glass in a silent toast.

Cate hesitated for only a second before lifting hers in return.

Maybe she had convinced everyone else she was just acting.

But deep down, she wasn't so sure anymore.

But what happened next caught Cate completely off guard.

A smooth, sultry voice spoke from behind her, laced with amusement and something far more dangerous.

"I've noticed you've had your eye on my husband these past few days, Cate," the voice purred. "Tell me, do you want a taste? A memory so unforgettable it will haunt you forever?"

Cate's breath hitched, her entire body going rigid. The weight of those words sent a shiver down her spine. Did she hear that correctly? The implications were unmistakable, yet they seemed almost unreal.

Slowly, she turned, her pulse quickening.

And there she was.

The woman stood before her like a vision—stunning, poised, exuding effortless confidence.

Everything about her was perfect, from the way her silky red hair cascaded down her shoulders to the knowing smirk playing on her lips.

She was breathtaking, almost otherworldly, as if she had stepped straight out of a dream.

Cate's mouth went dry. She had always known this woman was beautiful, but standing this close, looking directly into those sharp, knowing eyes, she felt almost... powerless.

Her heart pounded. Was this a test? A trap? Or something else entirely?