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~ Roman ~

Roman Draven spoke one language fluently: the universal language of love.

He adored women, and why wouldn’t he? Women were perfection embodied—their soft, firm curves were a divine temptation.

Their breasts, two perfect handfuls, begged to be caressed, massaged, and suckled until their sweet cries filled the air, a symphony just for him.

And then there was the bottom, two irresistible, delectable halves designed for his hands—to be smacked, groped, and kneaded to his heart’s content.

But the ultimate treasure, the pièce de résistance, was the sweetest part of all—their pussy.

To Roman, there was no finer ambrosia than the juices he could taste while his tongue worshipped their sensitive clit.

Women, to him, were God’s greatest gift, treasures that deserved to be cherished, adored, and pleased beyond measure.

However, there was one thing that stirred a deep, seething rage within Roman and it was men who sought to hurt women in the most vile and degrading way imaginable. To Roman, it was an unforgivable crime.

Why resort to violence when there were countless ways to win a woman over? You could write her heartfelt letters, the kind that made her smile just thinking about you.

You could surprise her with flowers, each petal a symbol of your admiration.

You could serenade her with romantic songs, even if your voice wasn’t perfect—effort mattered more than skill.

For the daring, you could give her a taste of the pleasure she was missing, leaving her craving more, willingly.

There were endless paths to her heart, to win her affection. With all these options, why would anyone choose cruelty? Roman couldn’t fathom it, nor could he tolerate it.

Men who hurt women, who used fear and force rather than charm and respect, were the lowest of the low in his eyes. He thoroughly despised them and made it his unspoken mission to protect women from such monsters whenever he could.

Roman’s eyes burned with anger as he took in the scene before him, his jaw tightening at what he thought was undeniable evidence of Alaric forcing himself on Violet.

He couldn’t fathom such a betrayal, especially from a fellow Cardinal Alpha.

Violet’s desperate call for help - filled with faux distress, unknown to him - only solidified the wrong assumption in his mind.

"Get Asher," Roman commanded his beta sharply, his voice laced with barely contained fury. His beta, though equally stunned, snapped out of it and quickly exited the room, closing the door behind him.

Roman’s steps were heavy as he advanced toward Alaric, his fists clenched with rage. Alaric, who instantly recognized the misunderstanding from the stormy look in Roman’s eyes, raised his hands in a futile attempt to calm him. "No, it’s not what you’re thinking!" he said desperately.

But Roman wasn’t listening. The red haze of anger clouded his judgment, and without hesitation, he swung his fist. The punch landed squarely on Alaric’s face, sending him staggering back, momentarily dazed.

Violet, freed from Alaric’s grip, stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold with a strange expression of satisfaction.

Roman wasn’t done. He grabbed Alaric by the collar and landed another punch, the force reverberating through the room.

Alaric winced, trying to shield himself. "Roman, stop!" he pleaded, but his words fell on deaf ears as Roman drew back his fist for a third strike.

Before the blow could land, a soft touch on Roman’s back froze him in place. It was Violet. Her hand, warm and gentle, seemed to dissolve the tension that had consumed him. Slowly, he turned to face her, his anger melting away like snow under the sun.

With a delighted smile, Violet cupped Roman’s face in her hands. Her gaze was soft yet unsettling, and before Roman could register what was happening, she pulled him down and kissed him.

Her lips moved against his with hunger, an intoxicating mix of sweetness and fire that left Roman completely disarmed. For a brief moment, he forgot his anger, lost in the unexpected passion of the kiss.

Oh fuck. Thought Alaric as he clutched his throbbing jaw, staring in shock and disbelief. The situation had spiraled far beyond anything he could think or control.

He had thought Violet was burning for him, only, but it seems whatever was going on with her had no discrimination. She wanted a partner that would give her exactly what she wanted. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. They were doomed.

Roman had always prided himself on being impulsive, but this was different. Unlike Alaric, whose self-control held firm even in the face of such sweet temptation, Roman had none, especially now.

The moment Violet’s lips touched his, the world ceased to exist. She kissed him with such unrestrained passion, a natural seductress suddenly awakened, that it obliterated any rational thought in his mind.

Her lips moved against his with a hunger that matched his own, and he was powerless to resist. The heat between them was electric, scorching his senses.

His large hands found their way to her waist, gripping her tightly as he deepened the kiss, pulling her body flush against his.

Every sound, every sensation spurred him further into the vortex of desire she created.

Roman acted without hesitation, lifting her effortlessly and placing her on the desk as their mouths remained locked. He kissed her with fervor, as if his very existence depended on it. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he began to move her against him.

A low groan rumbled from his throat as his erection pressed against her, the friction driving him wild.

The outline of his throbbing arousal was clear as day, straining against the fabric of his pants as he rocked her against him with increasing intensity.

Violet moaned into his mouth, her hands threading through his hair and pulling him even closer.

Their tongues tangled in a fiery dance, the kiss growing more heated with every passing second. Roman’s mind was clouded, consumed entirely by the feel of her soft curves pressed against him, the taste of her lips, and the intoxicating warmth from her body. He was lost, utterly lost, in her.

The classroom was filled with their moans and grunts, raw and unfiltered, as Roman and Violet succumbed to this madness between them.

Their bodies moved in a desperate rhythm, clawing at each other as if they were the only ones in the universe.

Alaric stood frozen, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment, anger, and something he didn’t want to name.

From the way Roman’s hands gripped Violet’s hips and the way she arched into him, it was clear to Alaric that if he didn’t intervene, Roman would soon bend Violet over the desk and fuck her senselessly. Except that was exactly what Violet wanted and he couldn’t let that happen.