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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 60 – The Lies We Tell Ourselves.

The mission had gone to hell—fast. They'd barely made it out, bruised, bloodied, and burning with the kind of adrenaline that made people reckless.

In the back of a stolen car, headlights cutting through the darkness, hearts pounding from the fight they'd barely survived.

Vincent clenched his jaw, gripping Zane's wrist as he pressed a cloth against the wound. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

Zane exhaled sharply, a breathy laugh slipping through his teeth. "Yeah. You've mentioned."

Vincent glared at him, but Zane just grinned, like this—like nearly dying—was a joke.

Cain glanced at them from the driver's seat, but wisely said nothing. The tension in the car was thick enough to choke on.

Vincent tightened his grip, voice dropping lower. "If you ever pull something that reckless again—"

Zane's gaze flickered, something unreadable in his eyes. "You'll what?"

He wanted to say he'd kill him. That he'd put a bullet in his skull himself if Zane ever risked his life like that again.

That moment when he thought he'd lost him.

And it had shattered something deep.

Zane's smirk softened, like he knew. Like he saw the war raging behind Vincent's eyes.

Zane's voice dropped to a whisper, teasing but deadly serious. "You're not gonna get rid of me that easily, Vincent."

Vincent's grip tightened—knuckles white, fingers trembling against bloodstained skin.

This wasn't just about the mission.

Cain parked the car. Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

Zane was the first to move, pushing open the door and stepping out into the cold night air. He let his head tilt back, inhaling deep, like he was relaxing.

Like they hadn't just barely escaped with their lives.

Vincent followed. Not because he wanted to—but because he couldn't stop himself.

Zane felt him before he even turned around. "You gonna keep hovering over me all night?"

Vincent exhaled sharply. "You're still bleeding."

Zane smirked. "You really need to work on better conversation starters."

Vincent clenched his jaw. "I'm serious."

Zane's smirk faltered. Just a little. "Yeah. I know."

Vincent's pulse stuttered. "…Saw what?"

"You," Zane murmured. "The way you looked at me back there."

Because he knew exactly what Zane was talking about.

That moment when he thought he'd lost him—when something broke in his chest.

Vincent looked away, muscles tensing. "You're imagining things."

Zane let out a quiet laugh—low, knowing. "Am I?"

THE LIES WE TELL OURSELVES.