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Violet should have stopped, but a dark, naughty side of her rose up to the challenge. Roman thought himself to be the master of seduction, but she could hold her own too.

In a swift, daring motion, she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him close until she could feel the unmistakable hardness of that shameless wolf.

He groaned, a tortured, delicious sound that sent shivers through her.

Yet Violet kept her face neutral, determined not to blush like the naive virgin she was.

"You were saying?" she lifted a daring brow.

Roman let out a strangled laugh, "You little—fine, what a perfect position to have this conversation."

Violet’s cheeks burned, but she swallowed her embarrassment.

If anyone walked in now, there’d be no mistaking what their position looked like.

After yesterday’s incident, her reputation was already in shreds; what more did she have to lose?

Moreover, with her plans, solid evidence would only fuel the rumor mill.

"Let’s begin this conversation then," he said, sliding his hand beneath her skirt, his touch warm as it glided along her milky, smooth thigh, sending tingles dancing across her skin.

"How was your night?" Roman suddenly asked, throwing her off course. She had been prepared to evade and tackle his probing question, only to be asked this instead. At the same time, she was painfully aware of his hand creeping higher and higher. Slowly. As if he was torturing her on purpose.

Yesterday’s anger returned and Violet told him, "You have quite the nerve sneaking into my bed last night amid my warning."

"You don’t seem to mind sharing the news now," he circled back to the earlier question with ease.

Fuck. Roman was pretty good at interrogation and dangerous. Daisy was right, she had to be extra careful dealing with this guy.

She purred, "Perhaps, I wanted to tell the truth to the whole world. To dispel the rumors that you’re some god in bed."

"Is that so?" Roman played along, "You’re disappointed there was no real action yesterday. You should have told me—I would have given you something and not lies to feed the poor, hungry masses."

He was now drawing slow, deliberate circles on her skin, sending a cascade of goosebumps racing over her body.

She challenged him, "They’d still be disappointed at the result."

Roman chuckled; however, his expression turned serious the next second. "Playtime’s over, honey, so tell me, what are you up to?" He pressed for details. "You never wanted me in your bed, and the next minute you’re insinuating stuff between us? That’s pretty suspicious to me, little purple."

Realizing Roman would not leave until he got something, Violet fed him just a morsel of the truth.

"I’m trying to make Elsie furious. The Oracle claims we have equal kings; what if I want more? What if I want to show her I’m not done fighting? What if I want to steal her king?"

Roman’s smirk widened. "Is that so? Good thing I’m actually good at this stuff."

"What?"

"There are a bunch of students waiting impatiently outside to be let in. What if the wolves especially were to come in and scent something... interesting."

Violet didn’t need to guess what he meant by that. It was clear as day, further proven when his hand slipped into her panties and tugged them aside. But Roman paused, as if granting her a fleeting moment to object to this.

"Don’t fool me, fox, not when you found me with this intention. You’re only taking advantage of the situation," Violet accused him, even as she pushed her hips forward, encouraging him to go on.

His finger finally found its way through her wetness, and Violet gasped, instinctively burying a trembling finger into his hair to anchor herself.

Roman said in a husky tone, "How well you know me, purple. At least this time, the rumors would be valid."

Violet moaned wantonly as Roman continued touching her with his expert fingers.

Although she accused him of intentionally planning this, the truth was she craved him too.

Perhaps she was no different from Nancy, else she wouldn’t be in this compromising position with a guy who hurt her—an annoyingly handsome asshole she couldn’t get over.

With a few swift flicks of his fingers, Roman delivered exactly what she craved until her body shuddered in climax. Then, without missing a beat, he withdrew his finger and brought it to his mouth, licking her essence clean as if sealing a secret pact between them.

"God, you taste so good," Roman groaned, eyes flashing bright with the wolf just beneath the surface. Violet felt her cheeks burn but hopped down from the sink, attempting to smooth out her skirt, until Roman stopped her.

"Don’t," he murmured. Then with deft fingers, he opened a few of her shirt buttons. "You want it to look like we did something hot and sinful, right? Not that what just happened wasn’t exactly that..." He trailed off with a wicked grin. "But I don’t want you ruining my sinful reputation."

Violet let out a low, breathy laugh. The nerve of this guy. Then Roman ruffled her hair, giving it that tousled, messy ’just ravaged’ look, and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Before Violet could form a witty retort, he leaned in—swift, abruptly—and pressed a firm, heated kiss to her lips.

It was deep, though fleeting, leaving her breathless and off-balance in the aftermath.

And truth be told, she didn’t protest, considering she pretty much signed up for this. Maybe, she just liked the thrill.

Once he pulled away, Violet lifted a hand in a silent command for him to wait.

If they were going for an illusion, then it needed to look mutual.

With a playful tug, she reached out and undid a couple of his shirt buttons as well.

The sight of his muscled chest made her mouth go dry for half a second, but she covered it with a cool expression.

Finally, she ruffled his hair, giving it the perfect dose of disheveled. "I think that’s enough to convince anyone we actually had sex," she said, eyes gleaming with mischievous satisfaction.

Roman smirked right back. "Miss Purple, you’re getting scarily good at this game."