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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 44 – The point of no return

Zane barely made it back to his apartment before the weight of the meeting crashed down on him.

Lancaster had given him a deadline.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. He needed to think, needed to come up with a plan that didn't end with him dead in a gutter. But the second he closed his door—

Vincent sat in the dark, his posture relaxed, but his eyes?

Zane's pulse skipped. "You always make yourself at home, huh?"

Vincent didn't move. Didn't blink. Just stared.

"What did he want?" Vincent's voice was cold, quiet.

Zane froze for half a second. Then, he forced a smirk, stepping further inside. "Damn, Vincent. At least let me get a drink first."

Zane exhaled, dropping the act. "Lancaster wants information on you."

Vincent didn't react. Didn't even flinch.

Vincent's silence was answer enough.

Zane clenched his jaw. "And you didn't think to tell me?"

Vincent finally stood, his movements slow, measured. "Would it have changed anything?"

"Yes," Zane snapped before he could stop himself. "It would've."

Vincent's expression remained unreadable. "Then you're a fool."

Zane's chest tightened. "You don't trust me."

Vincent sighed, running a hand over his face. "It's not about trust, Zane."

Vincent hesitated. Just for a second.

"You don't know what you're playing with," he murmured, voice lower now. "This isn't a game. Lancaster isn't a man who gives second chances."

Zane swallowed, but he held his ground. "Neither are you."

Vincent's lips parted slightly, something flickering in his eyes—something dangerous.

Fingers brushing against Zane's wrist. Just for a second. Just enough to make his pulse spike.

"You should walk away," Vincent said softly.

Because the way Vincent said it—like it wasn't just a warning.

THE POINT OF NO RETURN