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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

Zane's breath was warm against Vincent's lips, close enough to steal a kiss, close enough to dare him.

Zane smirked, feeling the power shift. "Careful, Graves." His voice was soft, teasing. "If you don't want this, now's your chance to stop me."

Vincent's grip on his wrist tightened.

Zane's smirk widened. "That's what I thought."

And then—slowly, deliberately—he tilted his head, brushing his lips just barely against Vincent's jaw.

Zane felt the way he tensed, the way his body fought against itself, against this. Against wanting this.

"You're fighting so hard," Zane murmured, his lips trailing along the line of Vincent's jaw, barely touching. "Why?"

Vincent's hand flexed against his wrist, but his voice was steady. "Because this is a mistake."

Zane let out a soft chuckle, his lips still hovering against Vincent's skin. "Then stop me."

And that was all the answer Zane needed.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled free from Vincent's grip—not running, not retreating, just shifting control back to himself.

Then, with a smirk, he leaned in—this time pressing a real kiss against Vincent's jaw.

Vincent exhaled harshly, like he was pissed at himself for reacting. "Zane."

Instead, he traced his fingers down Vincent's chest, slow, teasing, testing the limits of his control. "Say the word, Graves," he whispered. "Tell me to stop."

Vincent's breath was uneven now, his control slipping.

That was the moment Zane knew—Vincent wanted this.

Zane smirked, pressing one last kiss against his jaw before stepping back. "That's what I thought."

Vincent stood frozen, his fists clenched at his sides. "You're playing with fire."

Zane's grin was wicked. "Good thing I don't mind getting burned."

Then, without another word, he turned and walked away—leaving Vincent standing there, breathless.

Now Vincent was the one left wanting.

TIPPING POINT