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.

look at you, that scene flashes before 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

no!" Violet rushed to him, heart hammering as she grabbed his wrist before he

that monster. He

don’t want to hurt you. What if I turn out worse

to me, Asher. You are not Henry. And you never will be. Do you

you know I have his darkness inside me.

But you get to choose what you do

shook his head.

to be any kind of monster, then let it be mine. My monster. My

thing as

Violet purred, caressing his face. "They’re just not

hand slid down his back, until she reached the towel tied at his waist. She felt him stiffen and let her hand

you trust

he murmured. "With my

smile. "Now here’s

your head? We’re going to evict him. How? I’m about to go down on you, Asher, and I’m going to suck

widened. "And while I do, all I need you to chant is, ’I’m not a monster like my father.’ You’re not stopping until you

Asher said, breathless

the Asher I know." Violet smiled sweetly, and at the same time, yanked the towel from his waist so fast he didn’t even get the

authority. "We

Violet sank to her knees, chanting ’I’m not a monster like my father,’ even as her hand wrapped around his

felt so 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. So yes, he trusted his ability to hold on and pull this

contracted under her touch, Asher

want you to look at me, Asher, while I take

was hunger and raw desire burning in Violet’s eyes as she took his

Dear lord, have mercy.

head lolled back, a shudder tearing through him as his chant slipped—

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 would