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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 49 – The Storm We Started

Cain smirked like he owned the damn room.

Like walking in on Vincent pinning Zane against the wall was exactly what he expected.

Zane exhaled sharply, trying to ignore the way Vincent's grip had tightened for half a second before he let go.

He turned to Cain, crossing his arms. "You always have the worst timing, you know that?"

Cain tilted his head, amused. "Or the best, depending on how you look at it."

He stepped away from Zane, his expression unreadable—but Zane didn't miss the way his fists clenched.

"What do you want?" Vincent's voice was cold. Sharp.

Cain sighed dramatically, pushing off the doorway. "Relax, Vincent. I'm not here to ruin your little… moment." His gaze flickered between them, knowing. Too knowing. "I'm here because we have a problem."

Vincent narrowed his eyes. "Define 'problem.'"

And just like that—the atmosphere shifted.

The easy arrogance in Cain's posture faded, his jaw tightening.

Cain was a lot of things—annoying, reckless, a pain in the ass—but worried?

Cain hesitated. Just for a second.

Cain's expression darkened. "That you've been working against him."

Vincent didn't react—not outwardly—but Zane saw it.

The way his shoulders tensed. The way his eyes flickered with something dangerous.

"How much does he know?" Vincent's voice was quieter now. Too calm.

Vincent's fingers twitched at his sides. "And the Council?"

Cain shook his head. "Not yet. But it's only a matter of time."

Zane swore under his breath. This was bad.

Vincent had been playing a dangerous game with Lancaster for months—pulling strings, setting up traps, cutting off his power little by little.

It was supposed to be slow. Careful.

Cain shoved his hands into his pockets, watching Vincent carefully. "You have two choices," he said. "Run. Or kill him first."

Zane stiffened. "You can't be serious."

Cain's gaze flicked to him, cold. "You think Lancaster will give him another option?"

Because for the first time since Cain walked in, Vincent looked—trapped.

Vincent had fought too damn hard, clawed his way through the dirt and blood to build something better.

And now, just like that—it was all about to be taken away.

He took a step forward. "Then we make a third option."

Cain raised a brow. "Oh? And what's that, genius?"

Zane set his jaw. "We take Lancaster down first."

Cain let out a low laugh. "You have any idea how fucking impossible that is?"

"Nothing's impossible," Zane shot back. "You just have to be willing to play dirty."

Vincent finally turned to him. His expression unreadable.

"You don't understand what you're saying," he murmured.

Zane held his gaze. "Then make me understand."

Vincent exhaled slowly, something flickering behind his eyes—something that looked a hell of a lot like fear.

Zane had made his choice a long time ago.

Cain clicked his tongue. "Well, this just got interesting."

THE STORM WE STARTED