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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 72 – The words he never meant to say.

The safe house walls were too close. The silence was too heavy.

Even when he wasn't in the room, Vincent could feel him.

Could feel the weight of his presence, the pull of his voice, the quiet determination in his words. I'm not giving up on us.

Vincent exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. He stepped outside, into the cold morning air, letting the wind bite at his skin.

But the door creaked open behind him.

And suddenly, the one person he was trying to escape was standing right there.

Vincent didn't turn around. "I'm not in the mood."

Vincent closed his eyes. "Zane—"

"No." Zane's voice was firm. "You don't get to do this."

Zane stepped closer. "Act like you don't care."

Vincent turned sharply, eyes flashing. "I never said that."

"Then prove it," Zane said. "Because right now? You're pushing me away like you want me to stop trying."

Vincent's jaw clenched. "Maybe you should."

Zane inhaled slowly. "You don't mean that."

Vincent let out a bitter laugh. "Don't I?"

Zane's gaze darkened. "No. Because if you wanted me gone, you would've told me to leave."

Vincent exhaled, turning away. "I don't know what you want from me."

Zane's voice softened. "I just want the truth."

Vincent swallowed hard. His hands curled into fists at his sides.

The truth was that Zane had already broken past every wall Vincent had ever built. That even now, when Vincent wanted to be furious—when he was furious—he still couldn't imagine a world where Zane wasn't standing beside him.

The truth was that Vincent was scared.

And fear was a weakness he couldn't afford.

Zane took another step forward. "Tell me, Vincent."

The words slipped out before he could stop them.

Vincent's heart slammed against his ribs, but he didn't take it back. He couldn't.

That was the one thing he could never lie about.

Zane exhaled slowly, his voice quieter now. "Then stop trying to push me away."

Vincent looked at him—really looked at him.

THE WORDS HE NEVER MEANT TO SAY.