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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 46 – When the Lines Blur.

Not when he stepped into the cold night air.

And not even when his gut screamed at him to turn around—because Vincent was still standing there, still watching, still unraveling at the seams.

But if Vincent wanted to break first?

Zane wasn't going to hand him the match.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, exhaling a slow, measured breath as he walked. The city pulsed around him, neon lights flickering like whispers against the darkness.

Zane barely glanced at the screen before answering. "What?"

A low chuckle came through the line. "Rough night?"

Zane's jaw clenched. "Get to the point, Lancaster."

"Relax," Lancaster said smoothly. "I just thought you'd want an update."

There was a pause. A deliberate one. Then—

Zane's fingers curled into fists. "You're playing a dangerous game."

"Funny," Lancaster mused. "I was about to say the same to you."

Zane exhaled slowly, controlling the surge of irritation crawling under his skin. "What do you want?"

Lancaster hummed, like he was enjoying this far too much. "To remind you that time is running out. One week, remember?"

Zane gritted his teeth. "And if I don't deliver?"

Lancaster's tone darkened. "Then I take matters into my own hands."

Zane's stomach twisted, but he forced his voice to stay steady. "Vincent won't go down easy."

Another chuckle. "Neither will you."

Zane exhaled sharply, shoving his phone into his pocket.

No matter how he played this, someone was going to get burned.

Back at the penthouse, Vincent was still in the same spot.

Still replaying every second of the last conversation like it was carved into his damn skin.

Vincent stared at the screen for a long moment before finally answering.

"Vincent," Lancaster drawled, amusement dripping from his tone. "How's your little pet?"

Vincent's grip on the phone tightened. "What do you want?"

Lancaster chuckled. "That's the million-dollar question, isn't it?"

Vincent's jaw clenched. "You're running out of time, Lancaster."

"Funny. I was about to say the same to you."

Vincent exhaled, slow and controlled, but his chest burned.

And the second Zane got caught in the crossfire?

There wouldn't be a way to turn back.

WHEN THE LINES BLUR.