She felt his eye on him and wondered why he was staring at her that way. Was he about to make an impossible request? Was she looking messed up? She ran her hand over her hair to smoothen it down her head. Her tongue slipped out involuntarily and ran moved across her lips as she tried to wet her lips which felt dry all of a sudden. “You’ve been thinking,” he said, voice low, silk-dark, dangerous. He crossed the room in three long strides, stopping just behind her, warm breath grazing the back of her neck.Ava shivered, hips pressing slightly forward against the chaise. “Maybe,” she murmured, tone teasing yet tinged with need. “But I was thinking about you.”He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her core. “Good,” he whispered, fingers sliding along the curve of her shoulder, down her back, brushing against bare skin. “Because I’ve been thinking about you… all day. About how soft you feel. How wet you are for me already, even without touching.”Ava’s breath hitched,
Dominic's penthouse was like a glittering empire that pulsed with life. Dominic Hale stood at the window, dark suit tailored perfectly, tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a glass of single malt in hand. Beside him, Ava rested on the leather chaise, hips and thighs exposed beneath a silk robe that had slipped just enough to tempt and torment, a faint smile tugging at her lips.“Morning,” Dominic murmured, voice low, deep, with a familiar undertone of command.Ava stretched luxuriously, arching against the chaise, tracing the curve of her own leg with languid fingers. “Morning,” she purred, eyes glinting with mischief and heat. “I see you’ve already taken control of the empire today.”He smirked, turning to study her, dark eyes roaming possessively over her body. “Control?” His voice was a growl, a promise, a warning all at once. “This empire is ours. And you…” He stepped closer, pressing the heel of his palm to the small of her back, guiding her upright. “…you’re the crown je
The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, golden light glinting across the silk sheets and polished surfaces. Outside, the city had awoken, unaware that Dominic Hale and Ava Taylor had survived the storm of scandal, rivals, and obsession the night before.Ava stirred, tangled in the sheets, the faint sheen of yesterday’s fire still clinging to her skin. Her body ached in delicious memory, and yet her mind was sharp, focused. Dominic lay beside her, half-naked, one arm draped possessively over her waist, the other tracing slow, teasing circles across her back. Even in sleep, his dominance was absolute.She traced his jawline with a finger, marveling at the curve, the strength, the ferocity that had defined every moment of their shared obsession. He shifted, eyes opening—dark, smoldering, impossibly magnetic. That look alone could command obedience, inspire desire, and enforce loyalty all at once.“Morning,” he murmured, voice low, hoarse from their
The city outside seemed to pulse with a quiet fury, a reflection of the storm inside Dominic Hale’s penthouse. Ava stood at the window, the lights flickering across her skin like scattered stars. Her mind raced with the day’s events: Langford’s relentless attacks, the lingering threat of paparazzi, the whispers of family disapproval—all of it pressing against her like a tidal wave.But Dominic’s presence beside her was an unrelenting anchor. He leaned close, warm, towering, and impossibly magnetic. His dark eyes were fixed on her, but the hunger, the possessiveness, the obsessive fire she had learned to crave pulsed from him like a tangible force.“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice low, velvet-thick with dominance. One hand slid over her hip, pressing her against him, a subtle but undeniable claim.Ava’s breath hitched. “I… I can’t stop thinking about everything. The threats, the scandal…”He silenced her with a finger against her lips, eyes smoldering. “You don’t think. You o
The glass doors of Hale Industries’ boardroom gleamed like a battlefield, reflecting the tension that simmered inside. Dominic stood at the head of the table, the edges of his tailored suit crisp, his eyes smoldering with the dark, magnetic authority that had earned him both fear and desire. Investors, board members, and lawyers filled the room, whispering, shifting, nervously tapping pens against the mahogany table. Ava stood slightly behind him, dressed in a fitted blazer and pencil skirt, hair pulled back—a vision of professional elegance—but Dominic could feel the faint tremor beneath her poised exterior.Langford’s latest maneuver had escalated beyond whispers and leaks. He had secretly lobbied the board, planting doubt, questioning Dominic’s leadership, dangling the scandal like a blade over their empire. And now, they were here.“Dominic,” one senior board member began, voice clipped, trying to mask uncertainty, “we’ve received reports—rumors, really—about Ms. Taylor’s involvem
The city glittered beneath them, indifferent to the chaos building inside Dominic Hale’s empire—or inside his penthouse.Ava stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, wrapped in nothing but one of Dominic’s crisp white shirts, the silk falling just past her thighs. She could feel the tension vibrating through the apartment, an invisible pulse of danger, and desire. The Hunger was palpable. It could be felt almost ikke a living breathing being. Dominic entered silently, but every step he took toward her was a declaration. He looked more lethal than ever—suit pants pressed tight, sleeves rolled, tie loosened. His eyes were dark, stormy, and impossible to look away from.“Langford escalated,” he said, his voice low, dangerous. “He’s called every major investor. He’s leaking misinformation. Trying to tank shares. And you…” His gaze swept over her body, letting his words hang between lust and threat. “…you’ve become the story again.”Ava swallowed, a shiver running through her. The heat in h