Adetoye_Eniola

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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

Vincent's hands were still shaking.

Not in a way anyone else would notice.

"You can keep pretending if it makes you feel better," Zane said, stepping closer again. "But that kiss? That wasn't a mistake."

Zane chuckled, his voice dropping lower. "No smart comeback, Graves?"

Vincent exhaled slowly, forcing himself to look at him. Control. He needed control.

And he was enjoying this far too much.

"You should go," Vincent finally said, his voice strained.

Vincent's eyes darkened. "Because if you stay, I might not stop next time."

Just long enough for Vincent to notice.

Because Zane wasn't just playing anymore.

He swallowed, letting out a slow breath. "Maybe I don't want you to stop."

Vincent's grip on the countertop tightened.

Silence stretched between them, heavy and loaded.

Before Zane could react, Vincent grabbed his tie, yanking him closer.

Zane sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening.

"Don't push me, Zane," Vincent warned, his voice a dangerous growl.

And maybe—just maybe—he wanted to see how far Vincent would go.

"I like pushing you," he murmured, his lips just barely grazing Vincent's. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Zane blinked, caught off guard. What?

Vincent's expression was unreadable now, his voice eerily calm. "I'm not playing this game with you."

Zane laughed—because it was either that or admit that Vincent pulling away stung.

"Oh, Graves." He straightened his tie, smirking. "You already are."

He just turned away, pouring himself a drink like none of this had just happened.

And for the first time, Zane wasn't sure who had won this round.

A DANGEROUS GAME