Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Devil’s Advocate

Oh, shit.

That was the first thought that came to Violet’s mind as she slowly came down from the fifth heaven.

Her body still tingled from the lingering orgasm, but her mind was already snapping back into place. She forced herself to stand, ignoring the weakness in her legs. There was no need to panic. The deed was done, and now it was up to her to salvage the situation.

"Thank you for your services," Violet said stiffly, straightening her clothes as though Roman were some male escort being graciously compensated.

Roman stilled. Then a growl rumbled in his chest. Was she seriously pulling this act on him?

Violet arched a daring brow. "It was a good one, wasn’t it?"

But he bristled.

For a second, Violet thought he might snap, his eyes burning dangerously close to fury. But instead of exploding, Roman let out a dark chuckle, the sound slithering down her spine like silk.

Roman rose to his feet slowly and Violet stepped back instinctively, only to feel the rough bark of the tree pressing into her back. Rather than backing away, he pressed closer, his body heat wrapping around her like a trap.

He captured her face between his hands, stroking her cheeks in a slow, sensual gesture. "If it was that good, then you should forget Alaric and Asher..."

His voice dropped, his lips grazing her cheek as he added, "Griffin too. I’ve seen the way that one’s been staring at you lately."

Violet blinked. "Excuse me?"

Roman’s hands trailed down her sides, intentionally brushing the swell of her breasts, sending a heated jolt through her that she refused to show outwardly. His hands settled on her waist and he jerked her forward.

Violet gasped, fully aware of the undeniable proof of his arousal pressing against her stomach.

Roman smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"I would fuck you to your heart’s delight every day..." he whispered against her ear, his breath hot and tempting.

His lips trailed along her jaw, down to her throat. Soft, slow, maddening kisses.

Violet’s eyes fluttered shut, her head tilting back before she could stop herself, giving him more access.

"Satisfy your body’s every cravings..." He paused, his lips hovering right over her pulse.

Roman pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. His gaze was no longer playful, it was now serious.

"If you would only leave the others alone." He let the words sink in before adding, "I’ll give you anything you want. Sex. Money. Fame.You name it."

For a moment, Violet almost fell for it.

She lifted a hand to his face, fingers grazing his jaw, her touch light and reverent. His eyes closed at the sensation, as if savoring it.

Then Violet whispered in a lilting tone, "What a great martyr you are, sacrificing yourself for the good of your Cardinal brothers..." Then her eyes hardened, and she shoved him back. "Except I don’t believe a word of it."

Roman had already proven he’d do whatever it took to reach the throne, including accepting that snake, Elsie. She wouldn’t be a pawn on his chessboard.

She stepped away, struggling to regain composure. She had to be careful with this one. The bastard was a master at seduction, and she would not fall into his honey trap. Again.

Even as stubborn as she was, Violet knew when to retreat from a losing battle, and right now, if she stayed any longer, she was going to make a grave mistake.

"I came here to learn the reason behind your action on Friday, but all you’ve fed me are crumbs."

She turned to leave, throwing over her shoulder, "So if that’s all for tonight, I’ll be taking my leave."

Then, just to twist the knife, she added, "Thanks for the release. I needed that."

Violet barely made it two steps before he was right in front of her with astonishing speed, blocking her path and snarling.

"I’m the one thing stopping Elsie from tearing you apart."

Violet didn’t flinch, meeting his glare evenly. "No, you’re not. That would be Asher. Perhaps, I should be thanking him if I knew where he was right now."

Roman’s face hardened.

"Don’t encourage Asher. With his reckless streak, he’s already flirting with too much trouble. Don’t give him more reasons to oppose Elijah."

Violet held his gaze, challenging him. "Then start talking, Roman."

Roman hesitated. Then, reluctantly, he said, "I’m sure you’ve met Micah, son of the former Alpha king, Angus Raymond IV."

Fuck.