Chapter 37 Shadows Beneath The City Lights

• Manhattan’s neon bled through the glass walls of the eightieth floor, casting sharp angles across the black marble tiles that gleamed with a cold, punishing sheen. Megan’s breath still hitched, shallow and uneven beneath her wrinkled red silk blouse, the fabric still bearing the marks of a possessive grip. Her spine pressed flat against the cold mahogany edge of the desk while Casian’s arms boxed her in, leaving zero room to retreat from the heavy heat radiating off his frame.
• "You make me lose my mind right in the middle of the workday, Chairman," Megan rasped, her hazel eyes locking directly into the dark iris of her husband. Her fingers remained clenched tightly into the collar of his shirt, feeling the heavy, accelerated thud of his heartbeat hammering against his chest at a rhythm matching her own.
• Casian’s mouth curved into a thin, dangerous smirk, his thumb slow to swipe across her damp lower lip. "Sanity is useless in our world, wife. Control is all that matters. And you just locked down half of Wall Street beneath your feet."