Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 59: Burn For Your King

"She will not say it. She will not say it," Violet chanted the words in her head like a dark mantra.

But when another slap landed on her already tender butt, a sound of pain and pleasure escaped her lips, and Violet couldn’t hold it back any longer.

"Fine! I’m sorry for abandoning you, my king!" she finally capitulated, her voice carrying a tone of defeat.

A victorious smile lit up Asher’s face, bright and smug. There it was. The words he had been waiting for. She had finally admitted he was her king.

With a tenderness that contrasted starkly with his earlier actions, he began massaging her reddened cheeks. His voice softened as he murmured, "Say it one more time, Violet. I want to hear those words again."

With her cheeks aflame with humiliation, Violet had no choice but to comply. "I’m sorry for trying to leave you, my king," she repeated hollowly.

After all, they were just words. Saying them and meaning them were two different things. Right now, all Violet wanted was to escape this humiliating ordeal. It had lasted long enough already.

Asher’s chest seemed to swell with pride, his eyes gleaming with a chaotic mix of emotions. Then, with deliberate slowness, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to one of her sore cheeks.

Violet froze, her mind scrambling to process what had just happened. Asher’s touch, though passionate, carried an undeniable claim of possession that blurred the lines between affection and obsession. If this could even be called affection.

Yet, against her better judgment, she couldn’t deny the thrill that raced through her when his lips trailed gently across her skin. A deep throbbing sensation began to stir low in her belly.

"Asher..." Violet’s voice trembled, caught between telling him to stop and daring him to continue. She hated the way her body betrayed her, hated the way his touch ignited sensations she wasn’t ready to face.

Asher finally lifted his head, his darkened eyes locking onto hers. The intensity of his gaze made her breath catch, his looks smoldering.

"You don’t know how beautiful you look right now, my little purple," he said with his silky and smooth voice.

She wanted to reject his words, to throw them back in his face, but they wormed their way under her skin, making her heart stutter despite the walls she put around herself.

of you." His words sent a shiver down her spine, punctuated by the sharp sting of

Violet yelped, the pain shocking her system. "What

stung,

going to put my marks on you, my little queen," Asher murmured low

She felt like a stranger in her own body, her responses unfamiliar and unwelcome. If Nancy could see her now,

of hers would definitely applaud Asher for punishing her. Violet prayed that

as though it were dough, "I think this is quickly becoming my favorite part of your body." His gaze held a wildness that always left her

Violet managed to choke out, her face burning with humiliation. All she wanted now was to curl up and disappear. She had failed to escape and now found herself in this humiliating

she could feel any relief, he added, "Although,

a shaky voice. The sting on her skin was still fresh, and she couldn’t endure more pain—no matter how unnervingly

said with a sly smile. "On the contrary, I’m going to reward

she stammered, unsure whether to dread

you,

process his words, Asher flipped her effortlessly onto her back. She

pupils dilated with desire. The intensity in his eyes made her pulse quicken. He

in his expression made Violet’s heart race. This wasn’t a man. This was something primal, something dangerous. And she couldn’t tell

her legs. Her heart pounded loud and fast at the action, almost drowning out her

hers unflinchingly as he leaned over her, the intensity in his eyes anchoring her

me now, Violet, because once I start, there will be no stopping," he whispered, his voice a dangerous murmur that threatened

all along. Yet, in that moment, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The truth was that despite everything, Violet hungered for

his body against hers until the space between them vanished, their chests touching in an electrifying connection. Violet found herself holding

their lips were about to touch, Asher paused and commanded, "Moan aloud." As Violet opened her mouth to respond, Asher’s lips captured hers, cutting off

veins. Violet felt like she was

possessed, like someone starved of this very touch, and