Page 17 of Breaking Blaze

Mine! Always mine!

No. Not his. Never his.

Tell that to your cock!

She was smiling at the douche-hole across from her and reaching over to touch his arm.

She was fucking touching another man, smiling at another man. A man who wasn’t him.

Not yours. Leave her alone. Let her have her date.

Loosening his hands to drop his fists, he turned to the bar and signaled for a beer, desperate to numb his mind and weaken the strain on his body. Maybe if he got drunk enough then he could find a willing woman and fuck the frustration from his body.

But the thought of touching a woman who wasn’t Anna made his stomach curl in on itself.

“Whoop!” Sally blared making him turn to glare at her. “Get it guurrrl!”

Blaze turned back to Anna’s booth and barely stopped himself from roaring.

Anna—his Anna—was kissing the douche.

Sally cackled, clapping her hands. “Now that’s a first kiss!”

His breath left his body on a whoosh as the sight before him and Sally’s words formed the hideous truth in his heart and mind.

Anna…his Anna…had just given her first kiss to another man.

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