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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 55 – The Point of No Return

Hell—it barely qualified as a plan.

Vincent moved first, stepping into the dimly lit hallway. Shadows stretched against the cracked walls, broken only by the occasional flicker of an old lightbulb. It smelled like dust and gunpowder—like trouble.

Cain followed without hesitation, his usual arrogance replaced with something sharper. More focused.

Zane stayed close behind, every muscle in his body coiled tight, ready to react.

The three of them—walking into the lion's den.

No guarantees. No safety nets. No way out if this failed.

Zane exhaled slowly. "I still think this is insane."

Vincent didn't look back. "It is."

Cain smirked. "That's what makes it fun."

Zane rolled his eyes, but his fingers twitched near his belt—right where his knife rested.

They reached the end of the hallway. A door stood in front of them—thick steel, reinforced locks.

Zane's pulse spiked. "So, uh… how exactly are we getting in?"

Cain pulled something from his pocket—a keycard, sleek and black. He twirled it between his fingers before sliding it against the reader.

Zane blinked. "Okay, what the fuck—"

Cain smirked. "Turns out betraying people has some perks."

Vincent didn't react. He pushed the door open, stepping inside.

The office was dim, but luxurious. Dark wood furniture. Expensive whiskey bottles lined against the shelves. A massive desk sat in the center, papers stacked neatly—too neat.

Vincent moved to the desk, fingers grazing over the documents. His expression was unreadable. "These aren't just business reports."

Zane's stomach twisted. "He was planning something."

Cain's jaw clenched. "Of course he was."

Vincent's eyes flickered with something dark. Dangerous. He grabbed the papers, flipping through them faster. "These aren't just targets. These are assignments."

Vincent's voice was quiet. "Kill orders."

Cain exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. "Fuck."

Vincent turned to them, holding up the papers. "Lancaster wasn't waiting to strike." His voice was steady, but his grip on the paper was tight—too tight. "He was already making his move."

Now it was a race to see who struck first.

Zane inhaled sharply. "Then we don't have time to waste."

Vincent nodded once. "We end this. Tonight."

Cain smirked, but there was something sharp in his eyes. "Now that's what I like to hear."

THE POINT OF NO RETURN