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Dominance & Desire

In the cutthroat world of business, Vincent Graves is known for his ruthless precision. Cold, calculating, and always in control, he’s built an empire through sheer dominance. Zane Harrington, on the other hand, is everything Vincent despises—reckless, unpredictable, and far too tempting for his own good.

When a multi-million-dollar inheritance forces them into an uneasy partnership, their long-standing rivalry ignites into something even more dangerous. Every meeting is a battlefield, every conversation a game of power. But beneath the sharp words and heated stares, desire simmers—dark, undeniable, and impossible to ignore.

As past traumas resurface and buried emotions claw their way to the surface, Vincent and Zane are left with a choice: fight until they destroy each other… or surrender to the fire that threatens to consume them both.

Enemies by fate. Bound by power. Seduced by something neither of them is ready to admit.


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DOMINANCE &DESIRE

The grand hall of the Harrington Gala was bathed in golden light, the chandeliers casting a warm glow over the sea of high-profile guests. Zane swirled the champagne in his glass, barely listening as yet another executive droned on about investments. His patience was wearing thin.

He wasn't here for mindless small talk—he was here for one reason.

And, as if summoned by his thoughts, there he was—standing near the balcony, perfectly composed in a black tailored suit, his presence commanding as always.

Zane's lips curled into a smirk. Let the games begin.

Vincent didn't flinch at Zane's sudden appearance. He merely spared him a glance before returning his gaze to the city skyline. "I was. Until now."

Zane chuckled. "You wound me." He leaned against the balcony railing, too close, testing boundaries. "You didn't strike me as the type to enjoy social events."

"I don't," Vincent replied smoothly, taking a sip of his whiskey. "But business requires certain sacrifices."

Zane hummed in amusement. "So, what's the real reason you're here? Don't tell me it's just for networking."

Vincent's jaw tightened, just barely. "Your father invited me."

Zane's amusement vanished instantly. His father. Of course. The man always had a hand in everything.

"Ah, my father," Zane said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That explains it."

Vincent turned to fully face him now, eyes sharp. "What exactly is your problem with him?"

Zane stiffened for a fraction of a second before masking it with a careless laugh. "Let's just say he has a habit of trying to control things that aren't his."

Vincent studied him. "Including you?"

Zane met his gaze, the playful glint in his eyes replaced with something harder. "No one controls me."

A heavy silence settled between them, filled with tension that neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

Before Vincent could respond, a voice interrupted them.

Both men turned to see Zane's father, Richard Harrington, approaching with his usual air of authority.

"Vincent," Richard greeted with a polite nod. "I hope my son hasn't been too much of a… distraction."

Zane forced a smirk, even as irritation burned beneath his skin. "Oh, don't worry, Father. I was just charming our guest."

Richard ignored him and focused on Vincent. "I assume you've considered my proposal?"

Vincent's expression remained unreadable. "I have."

Zane frowned. Proposal? What proposal?

Before he could ask, Richard clapped a hand on Vincent's shoulder. "Good. Then let's discuss it in my office."

Vincent glanced at Zane, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, before turning to follow Richard inside.

Zane stood there, gripping his champagne glass a little too tightly.

What the hell was his father planning?

And why did it feel like Vincent Graves was slipping further out of his control?

THE LINE WE CROSS