Page 39 of Breaking Blaze

She shuddered, his words driving fire through her flesh and bones.

“You’re mine, Anna,” he rasped darkly, his eyes nearly black with possession.

“Blaze,” she whimpered.

“Let’s get the hell out of here before I drag you to the nearest closed door and fuck you through the wall.”

Anna didn’t know how they got from the table to his truck. In a slow blink, they were racing along Browder and Collins to their apartment building. Blaze barely had the truck in park before he was unbuckling her and dragging her from the seat and into the building.

At the ding of the elevator, reality finally returned to Anna’s lust fogged mind.

She was headed upstairs to Blaze’s apartment where she would finally know what it felt like to be his. Completely.

And she was terrified.

---