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.

was on a runway, retrieved a bottle

had her

her from the corner of his

when she was close enough to smell the heat of him, flour and musk mingling in

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

utterly unconvincing. The wicked gleam in his

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

"Uh-huh. Humble, shirtless, flour-covered, apron-wrapped

to

herself. "God help

darling," Griffin said, slapping the dough one final time

bit her lip again. Damn

smiled. Then

off to the corner, only to return moments later with a small plate in

holding up a skewer. The herbed chicken glistened slightly

me now?

off a single, tender piece of chicken between his fingers

"Open."

Her brows arched. "Seriously?"

voice

eyes fluttered half-closed. The flavor was warm and juicy, packed with herbs and the tiniest kick of pepper, and it hit all the right places. Her moan came out before she could stop

stretched

chewing. "I should have married you when

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