Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56: A Plea For Mercy

"Punish me?" Violet said nervously, despite her attempt at bravery.

"Of course, my purple queen," Asher replied smoothly, his tone like silk laced with steel.

He reached out and ran his hand through her hair, the gesture so tender it was almost cruel. The contrast between his soft touch and the darkness in his voice sent chills racing down her spine. "You tried to run away from me, Violet. What queen runs from her king?"

"A king who is a manipulative, psychopathic jerk! And I’ve told you already, I’m not your queen! Stop calling me that!" she hissed, her golden eyes flashing.

For a brief moment, something flickered in Asher’s eyes, an emotion she couldn’t exactly name. But then he yanked her hair suddenly and sharply, forcing her to gasp as pain flared at her scalp.

God’s damn him!

Asher leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered, "I told you, little purple, you’re mine."

Violet’s heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to back down.

"I’m not yours!" she spat. "I’m not some property to be owned. I’m a person with rights! And if I were to belong to anyone, you’d be the last person I’d choose, you asshole!"

Her words were brave, but Violet knew provoking him was dangerous. Still, she couldn’t stop herself. Asher could go to hell for all she cared.

Instead of anger, Asher laughed. It was a low, wicked sound that made her skin crawl. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her neck so lightly it made her shiver, though she fought to suppress it. No, this was not attraction; it was her body reacting to his nearness. That was all.

Asher smirked, clearly noticing her reaction. "Don’t worry, little queen," he said with a teasing purr. "We’ll see how long you hold onto those bold words after I’m done with you."

At once, Violet’s defiance faltered, her expression replaced by a sudden fear. "What are you going to do to me?" she gulped.

His grin deepened, dark and full of unspoken promises. "Something you’re not going to hate."

Violet swallowed wondering what on earth he meant by that.

Before she could question him further, Asher stepped back, sitting down leisurely at the foot of her bed as if he owned the place. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes burned with intensity.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded suddenly, his voice dripping with authority.

Violet’s eyes widened in shock, and she opened her mouth to protest, but she felt the force of his power crash over her like a wave. Her body moved against her will, her fingers already reaching for the satchel on her back.

No! She didn’t want this! But her hands wouldn’t obey her.

The satchel fell to the floor, followed by her dark jacket. Panic and mortification surged through her veins as she reached for the waistband of her black pants. She had no control, her body compelled to obey his every word.