Knock, knock, knock!
The sound of knocking made Cecilia's body tense instantly. Blaze, however, was still biting down on her collarbone, refusing to let go. Feeling her struggling, his brow furrowed, and he pressed a little harder, tasting the sharp tang of blood.
"Ah!" Cecilia cried out, tears springing from the sting of pain. "Blaze, are you out of your mind?!"
Her appearance was utterly disheveled—clothes barely intact as she straddled his lap. His scorching hands roamed her back like punishment, not allowing her even an inch of movement.
"You're insane! Let go of me!"
Blaze retracted his teeth, licking the wound on her chest. His eyes were sharp, predatory, as if she were nothing more than prey. His hoarse voice cut through the tension. "Who told you to do that commercial?"
Knock, knock, knock!
The door was rattled again, this time louder, more urgent. Blaze ignored it. "Enjoying all those men watching you in… that outfit, huh?"
