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

Cain's breathing was slow. Controlled.

The way his fingers twitched. The way his jaw clenched just a little too tightly.

"You don't get to look like that," Vincent said, voice sharp as a blade. "You don't get to act like you didn't choose this."

Cain's lips parted slightly, like he wanted to argue.

Zane let out a bitter laugh. "Unbelievable. You really thought betraying us was some noble sacrifice, huh?" He took a slow step forward, jaw tight. "Newsflash, Cain—you didn't save us. You just put the knife in yourself."

Cain exhaled. "It wasn't that simple."

Vincent didn't move, didn't speak, just watched—waiting for Cain to lie.

He might've made the biggest mistake of his life.

Vincent's fingers twitched around his blade.

Cain's eyes flickered down to the movement. "You gonna kill me for it?"

Cain took a slow breath. "If you're going to, do it now."

Zane scoffed. "What, you want us to just end you?" His voice dripped with frustration. "That's not how this works, Cain. You don't get to escape what you did."

Cain's jaw clenched. "You think I don't know that?" His voice was lower now. "You think I don't know that I've already lost everything?"

Vincent exhaled slowly. "Then why are you still here?"

That was the only answer he needed.

Vincent stepped forward, slow and deliberate, blade still tight in his grip. "Do you regret it?"

Cain's expression shifted—something raw flickering across his face.

Cain's voice was quieter now. "I thought I was making the right choice." His gaze flickered between them, something breaking in his tone. "But I was wrong."

Vincent could feel Zane tense beside him.

Vincent turned, slipping the knife back into his belt. "Then fix it."

Vincent's expression was unreadable. "You want to make this right?" His voice was quiet. Dangerous. "Then you better start picking the right side."

Cain exhaled, something sharp settling in his chest.

Lancaster's men were closing in—too many, too fast.

Zane cursed, pressing against the wall as shadows flickered in the stairwell. "I hate this."

Vincent didn't look at him. "You should."

Cain sighed, running a hand through his hair. "If we do this, we have to be fast. Clean." His voice was steady now, no more hesitation. "Get in, take out Lancaster, and disappear before the Council even notices."

Zane let out a hollow laugh. "Oh, yeah. Super simple. What could possibly go wrong?"

Cain smirked. "That's the spirit."

Vincent ignored them both, eyes locked on the hallway ahead.

One chance to end this before Lancaster got to them first.

Zane exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. "Alright. Let's go break some rules."

NO MORE LIES.