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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 69– The Fight We Can't Ignore

Not after Vincent's words—sharp, quiet, and cutting deeper than a knife.

I don't know if I trust you anymore.

That had hurt more than it should have.

Because Zane had spent his whole life knowing that trust wasn't something people gave freely. It was something you earned. Something you kept.

Zane exhaled, staring at the ceiling. The safe house was quiet, but he could hear the faint sounds of movement down the hall. Someone was up.

Zane ran a hand down his face. He could let this go. Give Vincent space. Stay out of his way like he wanted.

He shoved the blankets off and stood.

Vincent was in the kitchen, making coffee.

Not that Zane was surprised. Vincent had always been an early riser, always moving, always thinking—never stopping long enough to breathe.

Zane leaned against the doorframe. "You look like shit."

Vincent didn't turn around. "Thanks."

Zane hesitated. Then— "Did you sleep?"

Vincent let out a quiet laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Not really."

Vincent finally turned to look at him. "Do you need something?"

Zane clenched his fists. "Yeah. I need you to stop shutting me out."

Vincent's expression didn't change. "I'm not."

"Bullshit," Zane snapped before he could stop himself. "You barely look at me, you barely speak to me—hell, you won't even stand near me if you can help it."

Vincent set his coffee down. "What do you expect, Zane?" His voice was quieter now. "You kept something from me. Something huge. And now you want me to act like everything is fine?"

Zane's jaw tightened. "No. I don't want that. But I also don't want to be treated like I don't matter anymore."

Vincent exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. "That's not what this is."

Zane took a step closer. "Then what is it?"

Vincent swallowed hard. His hands curled into fists at his sides. He looked at Zane like he wanted to say something—something important.

He just shook his head. "I don't know."

Because that was worse than anger.

"I'll wait," Zane repeated. "For as long as it takes. Because no matter how much you push me away—I'm not leaving."

Zane held his gaze. "You don't have to trust me right now. But I'm not giving up on us, Vincent. I won't."

But because, for the first time—

THE FIGHT WE CAN'T IGNORE.