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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 89 – The Chains You Chose

Cain's touch was barely there—just a brush of fingers against his wrist, just enough to remind him.

Of the promises he never should have made.

Cain had never needed to break him.

Vincent had already done that to himself.

Zane moved first, yanking Vincent back, a sharp glare cutting through the space between them. "He's not yours," he growled.

Cain exhaled a slow, amused breath. "Then why does he always end up in front of me?"

Vincent felt Zane tense beside him, felt the unspoken challenge in Cain's words.

And maybe, once, Vincent would have believed Zane.

Would have trusted that he had a choice.

He didn't know if it was a coincidence—

Or if some part of him had been dragging himself back to Cain all along.

Blood. Smoke. The sharp scent of betrayal.

Vincent had been on the ground, ribs aching, vision spinning.

Zane had been beside him, furious, hands already curled into fists. "Cain," he had spat. "You bastard."

Cain had only sighed. "You act like this wasn't inevitable."

Zane had snarled, lunging—only for Dominic to step between them, lazy amusement dancing in his eyes.

Vincent had struggled to push himself up, throat raw. "You used us," he had whispered.

Cain had looked at him then. Really looked at him.

"Is that what you think?" Cain had murmured, tilting his head. "That I wasn't always exactly who I said I was?"

Vincent had felt his heart pound, something cold settling deep in his bones.

Vincent had just been too stupid to see it.

"You lied to us," Vincent said, voice low.

Cain chuckled. "No, Vincent. I simply told you the truth you were willing to hear."

Zane moved to step in front of him again, but Vincent—Vincent stopped him.

Because this wasn't Zane's battle.

Cain stepped closer, invading the space Zane had been trying to protect. "You're remembering now, aren't you?" His voice was a whisper against Vincent's skin. "How easy it was to trust me."

Vincent clenched his jaw. "You're a manipulative bastard."

Cain smirked. "And yet, you still can't stop listening to me."

Zane's fingers curled around Vincent's wrist, pulling him back. "Don't do this," he murmured.

Cain hummed, watching the way Vincent didn't pull away. "Ah," he murmured. "There it is."

Vincent swallowed hard. "There what is?"

Cain's smile turned razor-sharp. "The moment you realized that no matter how much you fight it, you were always going to end up back here."

Deep down, he knew Cain was right.

THE CHAINS YOU CHOSE.