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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 92– Fire in Blood.

Vincent wasn't sure when his body had started moving on instinct.

One second, he was standing between Cain and Dominic, Zane's grip warm and steady against his skin. The next—

It was something heavier. Something darker.

Something he wasn't ready to name.

Zane didn't fight him. Didn't question it. He just let Vincent lead him down the hall, away from the weight of Cain's gaze, away from the cold smirk curling at Dominic's lips.

Only when they were alone—far enough that Vincent could finally breathe—did Zane finally speak.

The word came out rougher than he intended.

Zane sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You can't just keep running from them."

Vincent exhaled, tilting his head back against the wall. His pulse was still too fast, his skin too hot. He could still feel it—that sharp, slick edge of Cain's voice in his head, the memory of Dominic's hands on his wrist.

But none of that was what had his stomach in knots.

The way he looked at Vincent—like he wasn't waiting for an explanation. Like he already knew.

He hated that Zane could see through him.

And he hated even more that it didn't make him want to leave.

Zane's voice softened. "You're shaking."

Vincent clenched his jaw. "I'm fine."

"I don't like when you lie to me," Zane murmured.

His hand came up, slow and careful, brushing along the side of Vincent's neck. A touch so light, so easy—like Vincent wasn't something fragile. Like he wasn't something that had already been broken.

Vincent let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

"Let me be here," Zane said quietly. "Let me—"

He just grabbed Zane by the collar and kissed him.

It was teeth and heat and something dangerous, something that made Vincent feel like he was burning from the inside out.

Zane made a noise against his mouth—half surprise, half something else—and then he was kissing him back, fingers twisting into Vincent's hair, pulling him closer.

Zane wasn't just letting him fall.

Like he had no intention of letting go.

Vincent was starting to believe him.

FIRE IN BLOOD.