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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 silence lingered long after Vincent stepped away, but Zane could still feel the weight of his words pressing against him.

It wasn't just a question about loyalty.

Something neither of them was ready to face.

Zane let out a slow breath, shaking off the strange tightness in his chest. "Well, since we're done questioning my allegiances, how about we focus on the actual problem?"

Vincent turned back to him, all sharp angles and cold calculation. "Lancaster."

Zane nodded, slipping onto the couch and stretching out like he had no worries in the world. "The bastard is testing us. Seeing if he can turn me against you. If he can't do that, he'll come at us another way."

Vincent studied him for a moment before walking to the bar and pouring himself another drink. "He's not the type to wait long."

"Exactly," Zane agreed. "So we need to hit first."

Vincent took a slow sip, his expression unreadable. "You have something in mind?"

Zane grinned, sitting up. "Of course I do."

Vincent didn't react, but Zane could see the faintest flicker of intrigue in his gaze.

"This deal we're working on?" Zane continued. "It's not just a power move for Lancaster—it's personal. He needs it to prove something. To his investors. To his enemies. Maybe even to himself."

Zane leaned forward, voice lowering. "And that means if we take it from him, we don't just beat him. We humiliate him."

Vincent's lips curled ever so slightly at the edges. "Go on."

Zane smirked. "We go straight to the source. Cut him off before he even has a chance to make his next move. He wants us to play defense. Let's go on the attack."

Vincent studied him for a long moment, then set his glass down. "You're enjoying this."

Vincent shook his head, but there was something almost approving in his gaze. "You're reckless."

Zane stood, closing the distance between them. "And you like it."

Vincent didn't move. Didn't blink.

The air between them felt different now. Heavy. Dangerous.

Zane tilted his head. "You going to tell me I'm wrong?"

Vincent's throat bobbed slightly as he swallowed. "Zane—"

Whatever he was going to say, it never came.

Because before either of them could stop it, Zane reached out, fingers brushing lightly over Vincent's wrist—just like before.

Only this time, Vincent didn't tense.

For one impossible moment, he stayed still, his pulse thrumming under Zane's fingertips.

And then—just as quickly as it happened—Vincent stepped back, putting distance between them.

Zane let out a breath, smirking to cover the strange knot in his chest. "You're no fun, Graves."

Vincent's expression was unreadable, but his voice was steady. "Get some rest. Tomorrow, we move."

Zane held his gaze for a second longer than necessary, then nodded. "Fine. But don't pretend you don't enjoy this."

But as Zane walked to the door, he swore he felt Vincent's eyes on him the entire time.

That was the most dangerous part of all.

THE BREAKING POINT