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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 took his time getting to Vincent's penthouse.

Because he wanted Vincent to wait.

To feel the weight of his own impatience.

By the time he finally arrived, Vincent was standing by the window, hands in his pockets, shoulders tense. He didn't turn around when Zane entered.

"Someone looks stressed," Zane mused, shutting the door behind him.

Vincent exhaled slowly. "This isn't a game."

Zane smirked, stepping closer. "It never is with you, is it?"

Vincent finally turned, his eyes sharp—too sharp. "You need to stop this."

Vincent's jaw clenched. "Whatever this is. You're pushing."

Zane tilted his head, stepping closer. "And you're letting me."

Zane chuckled, slow and low. "Tell me, Graves… when I touched you earlier, what did you feel?"

Vincent's gaze darkened. "I felt like you were testing me."

Zane's smirk widened. "And did I pass?"

Vincent exhaled harshly, turning away. "I called you here to talk."

Zane tsked, stepping behind him. Too close. "Then talk."

Vincent was silent for a moment. Then, finally—"This thing between us? It needs to stop."

Zane let out a soft laugh, leaning in until his breath ghosted against the back of Vincent's neck. "Say it."

Vincent's fingers twitched at his sides. "Zane—"

Then—"Because I don't trust myself around you."

Not because he was shocked—he had known. Of course, he had known.

The air between them turned heavy, charged.

Zane's lips curled as he reached up, fingers barely grazing Vincent's wrist. "Good," he murmured. "Because neither do I."

LOSING CONTROL