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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 3, Chapter 83 – The Edge of Something

The morning stretched on in lazy touches and quiet looks. Vincent was used to waking up alone, to the cold press of solitude against his skin. But today, there was warmth.

Zane hadn't moved much—not really. He was still there, still close, still watching Vincent with that infuriatingly patient gaze, like he was waiting for him to bolt.

Vincent hated how well he knew him.

"I should go," Vincent said, though he didn't make a move to leave.

Zane hummed, trailing his fingers up Vincent's arm, slow and deliberate. "Should you?"

He hated the way Zane's lips twitched, like he already knew the outcome of this little game.

"You're annoying," Vincent muttered.

Zane grinned. "You're still here."

Vincent scowled, but Zane just tugged him closer, their legs tangling under the sheets. Vincent's breath hitched at the easy intimacy of it, at the way Zane fit against him like this was normal.

"Stay," Zane said, quieter this time.

Vincent exhaled shakily. "You can't just say things like that."

Because it makes me want to. Because it makes me think this could be something real. Because it makes me forget that things like this never last.

Instead, he huffed and buried his face against Zane's shoulder, letting the warmth sink into his bones.

"Just shut up," he muttered against his skin.

Zane chuckled, fingers threading lazily through Vincent's hair. "As you wish."

And for once, Vincent let himself stay.

But deep down, he knew—peace like this never lasts.

And when it shattered, he wasn't sure he'd know how to pick up the pieces.

THE EDGE OF SOMETHING.