CROSSING THE LINE
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Chapter 36 – Crossing the Line
Vincent didn't move for a long time.
He stood there, fists clenched at his sides, breathing hard—like he'd just lost a battle he hadn't realized he was fighting.
Zane had walked away, but his presence still lingered in the air, in the ghost of his touch, in the whisper of his breath against Vincent's skin.
Vincent exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.
This was getting out of control.
And worse—he was letting it.
You're playing with fire.
Zane had only smirked. Good thing I don't mind getting burned.
Vincent cursed under his breath. He should be focusing on Lancaster, on the deal, on anything but the way Zane looked at him like he wanted to devour him whole.
But it was too late.
Because the moment Zane had leaned in, the moment he had touched him—everything had changed.
And Vincent hated that he wanted more.
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Zane's Penthouse – 3:00 AM
Zane wasn't asleep.
He was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment over and over again.
The way Vincent hadn't pulled away.
The way he had tensed, but not from discomfort.
From something else.
Something darker.
Something Zane could use.
His lips curled.
Vincent liked control. Craved it. Lived by it.
But Zane?
Zane knew how to break men like him.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Beautifully.
And the best part?
Vincent was already cracking.
Zane's phone buzzed on the nightstand.
A message.
Vincent: We need to talk. Now.
Zane smirked, grabbing his phone.
Zane: Miss me already, Graves?
No response.
But the fact that Vincent had messaged him at this hour?
That was enough.
Zane grabbed his keys, throwing on a jacket before heading out.
Because tonight?
Tonight, Vincent was the one coming to him.
And that?
That meant the game had officially changed.
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End of Chapter 36.