Chapter 33 Absolute Possesion

• "Because we have a company to run tomorrow, Chairman," Megan whispered, her fingers sliding behind his neck to hold him suspended in the heavy silence of the penthouse.
• Casian’s dark eyes narrowed, a low, appreciative rumble vibrating deep within his chest. He caught her lower lip between his teeth, pulling gently before sealing her mouth in a slow, punishing kiss that tasted of absolute victory.
• The storm outside Morello Tower finally broke, rolling away over the Hudson River and leaving the Manhattan skyline glittering beneath a cold, bruised sky. Inside the eighty-fifth-floor penthouse, the air remained thick with the heavy scent of rain, cedar, and raw, untamed possession.