Chapter 8

Burning in Madness Chapter 08 

In the dim office, Arthur’s knee wedged unforgivingly between my thighs. The possessiveness swirling in his dark eyes was terrifying. 

“Answer me, Chloe,” he demanded, locking onto my gaze. “Tell me I’m not the only one losing my mind.” 

Before I could even speak, he shredded the saintly mask he’d worn for a year. 

With a violent sweep of his arm, expensive pens and stacks of files crashed off the walnut desk. He pinned me to the cold wood, his silk tie tangling in my fingertips. 

“Arthur… there are people right outside,” I gasped, my hands pressing weakly against his hard, racing chest. 

“Let them listen.”