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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

Chapter 42 – Fractured Loyalties

He spent the night staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of what had happened with Vincent. The way he'd looked at him. The way he'd almost given in. And the way he'd pulled back at the last second, like touching Zane would set the world on fire.

Zane scoffed, rolling onto his side, but it didn't help. His body still buzzed with the frustration, the tension, the goddamn ache of being so close and still not close enough.

It wasn't like he hadn't played this game before. Push, pull, chase, retreat. Vincent could run all he wanted—Zane had all the patience in the world.

Or at least, that's what he told himself.

Zane groaned, reaching for it lazily, expecting some meaningless update. But when he glanced at the screen, he sat up fast.

Unknown Number: We need to talk. Now.

His heart kicked against his ribs.

That wasn't just any message. That was a threat wrapped in six words.

And he had a damn good idea who it was from.

Zane exhaled, rolling his shoulders like he could shake off the sudden weight pressing against his chest.

And definitely not for whatever fragile, reckless thing was growing between them.

He let out a slow breath, tapping out a quick reply.

The response came almost instantly.

Unknown Number: Pier 17. One hour. Come alone.

Because he knew, deep in his gut—

This wasn't just business anymore.

And whatever Lancaster had planned?

FRACTURED LOYALTIES