Adetoye_Eniola

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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

Vincent didn't move for a long time.

Cain, however, let out a low whistle and kicked the door shut with his foot. "Well. That was dramatic."

Vincent finally turned, tossing the burner phone onto the table. "He's making a move soon."

Zane's stomach twisted. "How soon?"

Then Cain clapped his hands together. "Great. So, are we shooting first, or are we waiting to die like idiots?"

Zane shot him a glare. "You're not helping."

Cain raised a brow. "You sure? Because the way I see it, our fearless leader here just got his death sentence delivered to his doorstep, and you're still acting like we have time to think."

Zane opened his mouth to argue, but—he wasn't wrong.

Vincent had spent months pulling strings, setting traps, carefully dismantling Lancaster's power piece by piece. But now?

Now Lancaster wasn't playing anymore.

Zane turned to Vincent. "Tell me you have a plan."

Vincent's gaze was unreadable. "We go first."

Cain smirked. "Now we're talking."

Vincent grabbed his gun from the table, checked the clip, and slid it into his holster. "Lancaster expects us to run or defend. We do neither. We hit him before he hits us."

Cain grinned. "And where exactly are we doing this?"

Vincent's lips pressed into a thin line.

Vincent glanced at them, hesitation flickering in his eyes for half a second before he spoke.

Zane's stomach dropped. "Are you insane?"

Cain let out a low chuckle. "Oh, I like this."

Zane ignored him, stepping forward. "Vincent, that place is crawling with Lancaster's men. Walking in there is suicide."

Vincent didn't flinch. "If we don't, he'll burn everything down by morning."

Zane clenched his jaw. "There has to be another way."

Zane exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face.

Vincent wasn't reckless. He never had been. If he was saying this was their only shot, then—

Zane swallowed. "What's the plan?"

Vincent's gaze softened—just barely. "We go in quiet. Find Lancaster. End this before he has the chance to make a move."

Cain stretched, rolling his shoulders. "Oh, I do love a good assassination mission."

Zane shot him a look. "Not helping."

Vincent didn't say anything, already heading for the door.

Zane followed, his heart pounding.

They weren't just playing a game anymore.

They were stepping straight into the fire.

THE FIRST SHOT.