Chapter 6

Burning in Madness Chapter 06 

I stared coldly down at the man whose single signature could send shockwaves through Wall Street. 

Right now, he was on his knees between my legs. 

The skin around the freshly inked “C” on his taut chest was still an angry red. He raised his hands, offering up the midnight–blue silk tie–the ultimate symbol of his rigid boundaries–like a penitent at an altar. 

I took the silk from his palms, still warm from his touch. He didn‘ 

t even flinch as the fabric brushed the vicious scratches on his skin. 

He just kept those bloodshot, feral eyes locked on mine, waiting for his sentence.