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

her hands full with that

finally glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Enjoying

was close enough to smell the

purpose, didn’t you? " she asked, crossing her arms. "Sexualized

princess," Griffin replied, utterly unconvincing. The wicked gleam in his brown eyes said

men suddenly calling her "princess"? She hadn’t told them the truth so they could

Violet narrowed her gaze. "Uh-huh. Humble, shirtless, flour-covered,

widened. "You forgot to add strong,

chuckled despite herself.

Griffin said, slapping the dough one final time

lip again. Damn

noticed and smiled. Then he

with a small

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

feeding me now?

single, tender piece of chicken

"Open."

Her brows arched. "Seriously?"

serious." His voice dipped. "Come on,

rolled her 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,

stretched

gods, this is food orgasm," she mumbled, still chewing.

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