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 sh
