Defy The Alpha(s)

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.

hiding? These men had already seen her in

and a pinch of defiance, Violet let go. Her arm dropped, and her breasts bounced

shifted immediately, air sizzling with sexual

Violet’s

one moved. Then, Roman dropped to one knee with a soft thud and began crawling toward her, slow

nose to her mound, inhaling deeply

Violet began, her voice

skirt in her way, it might as well have

her, Roman lifted his allow-me-fuck-you eyes. "Would you let me worship you, Princess Violet?" he asked,

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

her skirt like it was the most

her. Roman hiding beneath her skirt only intensified

the insides of her thighs, slow

aside. Her eyes widened the moment his tongue slid between her folds, beginning to

god!" Violet gasped, her knees

trailing kisses along the soft space beneath her ear. Violet had no choice but to grip Roman’s hair for balance, her other arm hooking around Alaric’s neck from behind because the two of them were driving her insane. Whoever put them up to this clearly wanted her dead. A

did. Anything. And right now, he

her stomach to anchor her. Then he squeezed her breast with such tenacity that Violet moaned, the edge of pain only heightening

deep inside her, licking and sucking her clit with relentless hunger while she writhed from

how beautiful you are right now," Alaric whispered into

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