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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

But when the door to his penthouse swung open—when Zane stepped inside, soaked from the rain, breathless, eyes dark and unreadable— Vincent knew.

Vincent barely had time to react before Zane closed the distance between them, his movements slow, deliberate—dangerous.

"You told me to walk away," Zane murmured, his voice quiet but steady. "You told me this couldn't happen."

Vincent's fingers twitched at his sides. "And you didn't listen."

Zane let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "Yeah, well. That's kind of my thing."

Close enough that Vincent could see the storm in his eyes. Close enough that every breath between them felt like a countdown to something irreversible.

"Tell me to leave," Zane whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. "Tell me, and I will."

His last chance to stop this before it went too far.

Before Zane became something he couldn't walk away from.

His jaw tightened. He needed to say it.

Fingers gripping Zane's collar, yanking him forward. A sharp inhale—

His body pressed against Zane's, his breath warm against his skin.

Zane swallowed hard, his smirk flickering. "That's what I thought."

Because when he crushed his lips against Zane's—

Zane gasped, fingers tangling in Vincent's shirt, pulling him closer—closer— like he'd been waiting for this for far too long.

Vincent growled against his mouth, fingers digging into Zane's waist, gripping, claiming—

Zane's breath hitched. "You're an asshole," he murmured against Vincent's lips.

Vincent smirked, his hand sliding up Zane's side, slow, possessive. "And you never listen."

Zane shivered, but it wasn't from the cold.

Had wanted this for weeks, maybe longer.

And Zane? He didn't want him to be.

This wasn't sweet. It wasn't careful.

Zane gasped as Vincent's grip tightened, pinning him harder against the wall, his body pressing into him like he could brand this into his skin.

Once this happened, there was no undoing it.

Didn't care about the risks. Didn't care about the war in Vincent's eyes.

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, fingers sliding into Vincent's hair, pulling—

Zane barely had time to process before—

Zane cursed, his head dropping back against the wall as Vincent let out a sharp exhale.

Cain leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching them like he'd just walked into the best show of his life.

"Well?" he drawled. "Don't stop on my account."

Vincent's glare could have killed.

Zane groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. "Fucking perfect."

And whatever was happening between him and Vincent?

It was about to get a hell of a lot more complicated.

NO MORE RUNNING.