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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 – A Line Crossed.

Cain's words wouldn't leave him alone.

It should've been easy to ignore. Should've been something he could push aside, bury under the weight of everything else.

Because the choice had already been made—long before Cain said it out loud.

Long before Vincent had even admitted it to himself.

Now, there was no pretending anymore.

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. The safe house was silent, except for the faint sound of the wind outside. It was late—too late—but his body was wound too tight, his mind spinning too fast.

Couldn't sit in this damn room, drowning in thoughts he wasn't ready to deal with.

Vincent pushed off the bed, reaching for the door. He just needed some air—just a moment outside to clear his head.

But the second he pulled it open—

His eyes locked onto Vincent's, dark and steady. He was standing right outside the door, arms crossed, like he'd been waiting. Like he knew Vincent would come out eventually.

Vincent exhaled sharply, already irritated. "Zane."

"You've been avoiding me." Zane's voice was calm, but firm.

Vincent let out a bitter laugh. "I haven't had a choice."

"Yeah?" Zane tilted his head slightly. "Then why does it look like you're the one running?"

Vincent's fingers twitched at his sides.

Zane exhaled. "You said you don't want to lose me."

Zane took a step closer. "But you're acting like you already have."

Vincent's throat tightened. "I never said that."

"You didn't have to." Zane's voice softened, just barely. "I see it every time you look at me."

Vincent exhaled sharply, looking away. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I think I do." Zane didn't back down. "And I think you do too."

Zane sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. "Vincent, I'm not gonna stand here and force you to say something you don't mean."

Zane's voice was quieter now. "But I need to know if I'm wasting my time."

Vincent's chest tightened. "You're not."

The words left him before he could stop them.

Vincent's hands clenched at his sides. He felt exposed, raw in a way he didn't know how to handle.

But the second he saw the way Zane's expression shifted—

The way the tension in his shoulders eased, the way his eyes softened just a little—

This wasn't something he could take back.

Zane exhaled slowly. "Then stop acting like you are."

Vincent looked at him—really looked at him.

A LINE CROSSED.