Everything happened quickly. One moment she was still on her feet, and the next, Violet was tossed over Roman's shoulder like a princess in distress and carried straight into the bedroom.
The second the door shut, her dress was gone, and she suddenly found herself surrounded by three hungry, towering males. Well, make that four. Asher clearly wasn't done with her in the slightest. Not even close.
"Come here, my purple queen," Asher commanded from the bed.
He sat propped against the headboard, long legs sprawled out like a king waiting to be served. And yes, he was completely and unashamedly naked.
Asher's slitted eyes glowed with hunger, fixed pointedly on Violet as if daring her to disobey.
A dark thrill shot through Violet, yet that inbuilt defiance in her rose up to clash with his command. Instead of obeying outright, she climbed onto the bed on all fours,
and low, hungry groans sounded behind her.
She knew exactly why.
