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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

Volume 2, Chapter 68 – The space.

Should have walked out that door the second Vincent told him "not tonight."

Because something inside him was unraveling, and for the first time in his life, he didn't know how to hold it together.

"You don't trust me," Zane said, voice low. "I get that."

Vincent's shoulders tensed, but he didn't turn around.

Zane swallowed. "I don't expect you to forgive me overnight."

Zane exhaled slowly. "But if you're waiting for me to give up… if you think I'm just gonna let this go—" He shook his head. "You don't know me at all."

Gripped onto it like it meant something.

Vincent didn't move. Didn't speak.

And that? That was enough to keep Zane talking.

"You're pissed at me. Fine," Zane said, stepping closer. "But don't pretend like this doesn't matter."

Zane took another step. "You can push me away all you want, but I'm still gonna be here." His voice dropped lower. Rougher. "I'm not leaving, Vincent."

Vincent inhaled sharply. "Maybe you should."

The words were quiet. Almost hesitant.

Zane swallowed hard. "Do you want me to?"

That was the only answer Zane needed.

Vincent should have told him to go.

Should have shut this down before it got worse.

But Zane was still standing there, still looking at him like that—like Vincent was the only thing keeping him tethered.

He hated how much he wanted to believe him.

Zane exhaled slowly. "You said not tonight."

Zane's voice was quieter now. "What about tomorrow?"

Because tomorrow meant facing this.

Facing the fact that no matter how much this hurt—no matter how much Zane had broken his trust—

Vincent still wasn't ready to let him go.

He looked at Zane. Met his gaze. Held it.

THE SPACE.