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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 ride back to Vincent's penthouse was quiet.

Zane stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past. Normally, he'd fill the silence with some sarcastic remark, a teasing comment to get a reaction out of Vincent.

Thinking about the way Lancaster's jaw had tightened when he realized he'd lost control of the room.

Thinking about the way Vincent had moved beside him—calm, composed, completely in sync.

Thinking about how, for the first time in a long time, Zane liked being on someone's side.

The car slowed as they reached Vincent's building. Without a word, they stepped inside, the elevator ride just as silent.

When the doors slid open, Vincent strode ahead, heading straight for the bar. He poured himself a drink, then—after a brief hesitation—poured a second one and set it on the counter.

Zane smirked. "Didn't know you were the sharing type, Graves."

Vincent didn't look at him. "Don't make me regret it."

Zane walked over, picking up the glass. He swirled the liquid before taking a slow sip, letting the warmth settle in his chest.

"You're thinking too much," Vincent muttered.

Zane raised a brow. "You don't think enough."

Vincent finally met his gaze. "Lancaster isn't going to back down."

Zane exhaled a laugh. "Of course not. But neither are we."

Vincent studied him, something unreadable in his eyes. "We?"

Zane tilted his head. "Yeah, we. You got a problem with that?"

Instead, he set his drink down and walked past Zane, stopping just inches away.

Zane's breath caught—just for a second—before he forced a smirk. "Careful, Graves. You're staring."

Vincent didn't blink. "You like it."

Zane chuckled, shaking his head. "You're impossible."

Vincent's gaze didn't waver. "You're reckless."

Then, softly—almost too soft—Zane murmured, "Yeah. But you trust me."

And in that moment, Zane knew—knew without a doubt—that whatever this was, whatever had been simmering between them since the moment they met…

That was more dangerous than anything Lancaster could throw at them.

Zane took a slow breath, letting the moment stretch just long enough to make Vincent uncomfortable.

Then he smirked, stepping back first.

"Get some sleep, Graves." He downed the rest of his drink, setting the glass aside before walking toward the door. "Tomorrow, we finish this."

But as Zane left, he swore he could still feel Vincent's eyes on him.

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