Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 361: I Am Not A Monster

"Why can’t you sleep with me?" Violet was on her feet now, walking toward him.

"No, please stop." Asher halted her as soon as she got close. "Don’t come any closer."

Violet frowned. "I don’t understand. Why don’t you want to sleep with me?" She swallowed. "Is it my body? Is there something wrong with it? Something you don’t like? Or don’t you want me anymore?"

"Fuck. Shit. It’s not you. It’s me."

"What are you talking about?" Violet was concerned now. If it wasn’t her, but him, then...?

Her eyes widened. "By chance, do you have performance problems?"

"What?"

Violet’s gaze raked down his body. "But that doesn’t make sense. You’re not little or something." Her face flushed. "And you don’t have issues getting it up either. Or is it you can’t release?"

Asher stood dumbfounded for a beat, then groaned. "No. It’s not that."

He dragged his hands down his face, then looked at her with pain in his eyes. "You were in my head last time. Remember?"

Oh, she remembered. No child should’ve had to witness that kind of abuse.

Violet only nodded.

Asher looked like he would rather drop dead than revisit that experience, but he forced himself to speak. "You recall that specific scene where Henry taught me a lesson about women?"

"Oh God." Violet felt her stomach twist. She already knew where this was going.

Asher looked at her like she was some sacred goddess. "From the first time I saw you, Violet, I’ve wanted you. Desired you. I’ve dreamed of this day. But then..."

Violet swallowed, bracing herself.

my eyes. I can’t get it out. It’s stuck there. He fucked my head up and now I’m broken!" Asher screamed, slapping his hand against his

wrist before he could hurt himself. "Don’t. It’s not

that monster. He

ready!" Asher snapped, stubborn. "I just don’t want to

face in both hands, firm. "Listen to me, Asher. You are not Henry.

inside me. He raised me to

Asher. That’s what makes us human. But you get to choose what you do with it." She

his

be any kind of monster, then

no such thing as good

his face.

until she reached the towel tied at his waist. She felt

you trust me,

do," he murmured. "With my

smile.

"Henry got in your head? We’re going to evict him.

not a monster like my father.’ You’re not stopping until

terrifying," Asher said, breathless but

Asher I know." Violet smiled sweetly, and at the same time, yanked the towel

with authority. "We begin

not a monster like my father,’

good. Asher thought without missing a beat in his chant. He was a master of control and precision, traits his father had drilled into him from a young age.

contracted under her touch, Asher

while I take you. I

did look. But all Asher could see was hunger and raw desire burning in Violet’s eyes as she took his full length into her

Dear lord, have mercy.

him as his chant

Asher, and that was exactly the point. She wanted him to lose the iron grip he had on his control, to drown every doubt and fear in pleasure. That trauma