Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445: Too Hot To Handle

Music from the store filtered softly into the fitting room where Violet stood changing. She had decided on wearing the lavender two-piece, not because Asher had chosen it, but because she liked it, especially that slit in the middle.

She’d just slipped on the skirt and was reaching for the cropped top when the curtain snapped open.

Violet turned and froze.

Roman slipped in first, his grin positively sinful, while Alaric followed after him with a quiet sort of elegance, closing the curtain behind them as if they’d rehearsed this.

"Seriously?" Violet hissed, trying to cover her chest with her arms, her cheeks going up in flames. If she didn’t know these men, she’d be screaming bloody murder right now.

Roman only smirked. "You left the curtain half open. That’s practically an invitation."

Violet cocked her head. "Even you too, Alaric?" This was more Roman’s behavior, not his.

But Alaric only shrugged, far too casually. "Evil communication corrupts good manners," He said.

Violet was rendered speechless.

Roman, of course, didn’t mind being labeled the corrupting influence. He chuckled, wearing the title like a crown.

Then his eyes dropped to her chest and the slow burn in his gaze made her swallow.

"What are you hiding there, little purple?" he asked, his tone sultry as hell.

Violet hesitated. But then again, what was she hiding? These men had already seen her in her worst.

So with renewed boldness and a pinch of defiance, Violet let go. Her arm dropped, and her breasts bounced slightly with the movement.

The atmosphere shifted immediately, air sizzling with sexual tension. _{fr eewe(b)nove.l.co\m}

Roman’s eyes darkened with lust, and heat rushed straight to Violet’s core. Alaric swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared.

For a long moment, no one moved. Then, Roman dropped to one knee with a soft thud and began crawling toward her, slow and unhurried, like a predator savoring the hunt.

When he arrived, Roman pressed his nose to her mound, inhaling deeply like he was memorizing her scent.

"Roman—" Violet began, her voice catching in her throat.

Although there was her skirt in her way, it might as well have been nonexistent. Violet felt her clit throb, wetness pooling between her legs.

Even with his jaw still pressed against her, Roman lifted his allow-me-fuck-you eyes. "Would you let me worship you, Princess Violet?" he asked, voice hoarse with need.

It knocked the air right out of her lungs. That had to be one of the most dangerously sexy things anyone had ever said to her. She couldn’t speak—not because she didn’t want to—but because she was afraid of just how much she wanted it.

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