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. T
