Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Mental Demonstration

There are some things that should never happen in school, let alone be seen, and this was undoubtedly one of them. Yet, Lunaris Academy always seemed to outdo itself in defying expectations.

Violet found herself rooted on the spot as she watched Mr Richmond—or at least the man she assumed was him— naked as the day he was born and fucking a student over his desk. Except it wasn’t just any student, but Amanda Raynes, Griffin’s ex-girlfriend.

What in the name of the moon was happening here?

Richmond was a giant of a man, his body packed with thick muscles that rippled with his movement. His large hands gripped Amanda’s slim waist, nearly encircling it completely he could as well snap her in two if he chose to. And although he handled her as if she were a fragile doll, his movement was ferocious, the desk beneath him creaking loudly.

The office was filled with the obscene rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh and unlike Amanda who moaned, gasped and mewled in interval, not even a guttural grunt came from Richmond. As if he wasn’t breaking a sweat at all.

Richmond and Amanda were entirely consumed by their actions that they were unaware of Violet’s presence at the door. Logic told Violet to leave, to walk away and pretend she hadn’t seen anything. But she was unable to. Her feet were rooted to the spot, her eyes locked on the sinful scene.

And then, her eyes met with Richmond and the breath rushed out from her lungs. There was something dark and deeply unsettling about his gaze. It was as if she was staring into an abyss, but this abyss had eyes and teeth. Chills broke out across Violet’s skin and her senses princkled. Something was off about this man.

Richmond challengingly held her gaze without breaking his pace while fucking Amanda as if the act was second nature to him. If anything, he seemed to double down, his thrusts growing even more brutal. For a fleeting, unsettling moment, Violet was convinced that he was showcasing his fucking prowess to her, with Amanda as the unwitting demonstration.

Amanda cried out beneath him. Except it was no cry of pain. She relished it. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, filling the room like a chorus of sinful delight.

Then finally Richmond spoke, his voice a deep rumble, "If you’re not joining us, better close that door."

That command seemed to snap Violet out of her trance. Her heart slammed against her ribs as she stumbled back, yanking the door shut with trembling hands. She leaned back against it, her face flushed and her heart pounding so fast she swore it wanted to leap out of her chest.

What did she just watch? Violet was unable to process the sheer audacity of it.

Mary had not been kidding, the teachers here really did have relationships with their students. But wasn’t this against the rules? Shouldn’t someone be punishing him for this?

Her musings were cut short by Amanda’s escalating moans. "Ahhh! Yes, that spot! Faster! Oh God, you’re going to kill me... punish me, sir!"

Violet jerked away from the door as though it had electrocuted her. Her ears burned, her mind reeling from the explicit sounds. Fanning herself with her hand, she tried to shake off the heat crawling up her neck. How had she missed this noise when she first arrived?

Right. Asher. That bastard had distracted her.

But no matter how far she moved from the door, it seemed as if Amanda’s voice was everywhere, echoing in her mind like a never-ending chorus of debauchery. How were they not ashamed to do this in broad daylight? Also, was the sex that good that Amanda had to scream like a female macaque monkey during mating.

Violet shuddered. No, she was not going to think about that.

Just as Violet began to regain her composure, her phone buzzed again. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the sender.

My one and only Alpha.

Swallowing hard, Violet opened the message.

"Did you like my little gift?"

She typed furiously. "You set this up on purpose to draw me away from Alaric, didn’t you?"

Asher’s reply came almost instantly, as though he’d been waiting for her message. "I’m not the one who skipped a mandatory counseling session."

"How was it?"

Her frown deepened, her mind catching onto the insinuation in his words. Violet had a sinking suspicion of what he was referring to, but she brushed it aside and replied tersely, "How was what?"

His response was immediate. "The show you were just privy to."

"Ours would be better."