Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 450

Chapter 450: ABC Family

Violet was in the kitchen alone with Griffin. Technically, he was doing the cooking while she just watched.

And it was for good reasons.

Griffin was standing by the counter shirtless, while a black apron hung around his waist, flour dusting his arms and chest. His hands worked the dough with slow, firm motions, pressing, folding, and kneading. The movements made the muscles in his arms flex, the veins in his forearms shifting like ropes beneath his skin.

And gods, how could Violet not stare?

Griffin hunched forward, gripping the dough tighter, his forearms taut, and biceps clenching. Then he slapped the mound hard, the sound cracking in the kitchen.

Violet bit her bottom lip. That was sexy as hell. She pressed her thighs together on instinct as heat rushed between them.

He did it again. Slap. Knead. Slap. And all Violet could visualize was Griffin doing that to her body—handling her just like he slowly rolled the dough beneath his palms.

"Someone’s eye-fucking the man meat."

Violet jolted, nearly knocking over the bowl of fruit on the counter.

"Roman!" she hissed, whipping around to glare at him.

He was already grinning like the devil, arms folded as he leaned in the doorway with all the satisfaction of a man who’d caught her sinning with her eyes.

Griffin didn’t say a word, he just kept kneading dough with the casual dominance of someone who knew he looked good doing it. His smile was lazy, knowing, and smug enough to heat her cheeks all over again.

"Get lost, Roman," Violet snapped, trying and failing to sound unaffected.

you wish, Princess." Roman gave a dramatic bow, strutted to the fridge like he was on a runway, retrieved a bottle of water, and moonwalked his

exhaled deeply. She had her hands

glanced at her from the corner of

away and sauntered toward him, stopping when she was close

didn’t you? " she asked, crossing her arms. "Sexualized the dough to make

man making bread, princess," Griffin replied, utterly unconvincing. The wicked gleam in

She hadn’t told them the truth so they could start throwing titles around. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, just

gaze. "Uh-huh. Humble, shirtless,

to add

herself.

you need no help, darling," Griffin said, slapping the dough

bit her lip again.

smiled. Then he

walked off to the corner, only to return moments later with a small plate in hand. The scent

he said casually, holding up a skewer. The herbed chicken glistened slightly and was still steaming, charred in just

me now? What’s the

shrugged, then pulled off a single, tender piece of chicken

"Open."

Her brows arched. "Seriously?"

serious." His voice dipped. "Come on,

was warm and juicy, packed with herbs

stretched wider.

orgasm," she mumbled, still chewing. "I should have married you

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