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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 61 – The Fire We Started.

The sight of crimson streaking his skin, dripping onto the floor—it did something to him. Made something ugly twist in his chest.

Vincent, of course, acted like it was nothing.

Vincent raised a brow, amused despite the pain. "You giving me orders now?"

Zane scowled. "I will knock you out if I have to."

Zane let out a breath, forcing himself to stay calm. He pulled the first aid kit from his bag, kneeling in front of Vincent.

Their usual rhythm should have kicked in—Zane patching him up while Vincent made his usual sarcastic comments. But this time?

Zane's hands were steady as he cleaned the wound, but his mind?

Vincent exhaled, watching him. "You're too careful."

Vincent tilted his head slightly, voice lower now. "Didn't think you knew how."

Zane didn't press harder this time.

Because Vincent was looking at him like that.

Zane's fingers brushed against Vincent's skin.

Vincent's lips parted slightly—like he wanted to say something.

He should have pulled away. Should have put distance between them.

A knock on the door shattered the moment.

Zane exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. His pulse was racing.

Vincent turned away, jaw tight, voice sharp. "What?"

Cain's voice came through the door, dry and unimpressed. "Hate to interrupt your moment, but we've got company."

Zane let out a slow, frustrated breath. "Of course we do."

Vincent didn't look at him as he stood.

If he saw the way Zane was still watching him—

He wasn't sure he'd be able to walk away.

THE FIRE WE STARTED.