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.

strutted to the fridge like he was on a runway, retrieved a bottle of water, and moonwalked

her hands full with

the corner of his eye. "Enjoying

answer right away and sauntered toward him, stopping when she was close enough to smell the heat of him, flour and musk mingling

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

just a humble man making bread, princess," Griffin replied, utterly unconvincing. The

the truth so they could start throwing titles around.

Violet narrowed her gaze. "Uh-huh. Humble,

forgot to add strong, dominant,

chuckled despite herself. "God

God would agree you need no help, darling," Griffin said, slapping the dough one final

her lip

smiled.

Griffin turned and walked off to the corner, only to return moments later with a small plate in hand. The scent of rosemary, thyme, and garlic wafted toward her, making her stomach grumble

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

eyed it suspiciously. "You’re feeding me now? What’s the catch,

then pulled off a single, tender piece of chicken between his fingers and brought it

"Open."

Her brows arched. "Seriously?"

His voice dipped.

eyes, but her lips parted anyway. The moment the chicken touched her tongue, her 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

stretched wider.

this is food orgasm," she mumbled, still chewing. "I should have married you when I had

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