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Power. Control. Discipline.

Peter Alexander built his empire on these principles, becoming the second wealthiest man in the world. Cold, ruthless, and dangerously untouchable, he has no patience for weakness—especially not the kind that comes from desire.

Then she walks into his life.

Naarah, a breathtaking beauty with an innocent heart, unknowingly steps into Peter’s world when she interrupts a high-stakes business meeting, challenging him in front of his board. Bold, unaware of the dangers surrounding her, she defies him without hesitation. And for the first time in years, Peter feels something stir—something dangerous, something forbidden.

But he’s not the only one who notices her.

His greatest rival, the world’s richest and most merciless man, sets his sights on Naarah, mistaking lust for love and believing she belongs to him. Deception, manipulation, and a deadly obsession pull her deeper into a world she doesn’t understand. And when she begins to mistake her confusion for feelings toward the wrong man, the stakes rise even higher.

Peter watches, his patience wearing thin, his control slipping. She should fear him—he’s a man who takes what he wants. Yet, she challenges him at every turn, awakening a hunger he can no longer ignore.

But when his rival crosses the line, threatening to steal everything, Peter will stop at nothing to protect the woman he can no longer deny belongs to him.

In a battle of power, passion, and possession, can Naarah resist the dark allure of the billionaire who wants to claim her? And when desire turns to something deeper, will Peter allow himself to surrender to the only thing he’s ever feared—love?

Taming the Billionaire’s Desire

The drive was quiet, but the tension in the car was suffocating.

Naarah kept her eyes on the window, trying to focus on the passing city lights instead of the man beside her. But Peter's presence was impossible to ignore. The way his hands gripped the steering wheel, the way his scent filled the car—everything about him pulled at her in ways she didn't understand.

"Where are we going?" she finally asked, breaking the silence.

Peter didn't look at her. "Somewhere private."

His fingers flexed slightly. "Because I want to talk without interruptions."

She swallowed hard. There was something dangerous in his tone, something that sent a thrill down her spine.

Minutes later, he pulled into an underground parking garage of a sleek high-rise. He stepped out and walked around to open her door.

Naarah hesitated before taking his hand. His grip was firm, warm, steady.

"This way," he murmured, leading her inside.

She expected an office. Instead, she found herself in a luxurious penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering city skyline. The air smelled of expensive cologne and something uniquely Peter.

Peter loosened his tie. "One of them."

He leaned against the counter, watching her with those piercing blue eyes. "Because I want you to understand something."

Naarah crossed her arms. "And what's that?"

Peter pushed off the counter, closing the space between them. He moved slowly, deliberately, his presence overwhelming.

Her breath hitched as he reached out, tracing the ends of her hair between his fingers.

"I don't lose what's mine," he murmured.

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, and her body betrayed her—heat curled in her stomach, her knees weakening.

"I see it in your eyes," he whispered. "You feel it too."

So, she did the only thing she could—she stepped back.

Peter's gaze darkened, but he let her go.

"You think keeping your distance will change anything?" he asked.

His lips curved in a knowing smirk. "Then you're a fool."

Naarah turned away, determined to ignore the way her pulse raced.

She needed to get out of here before she did something reckless.

Because deep down, she knew Peter was right.

And that was the most dangerous part of all.

CHAPTER 9