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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 Thin Line Between Resistance and Surrender

Naarah tossed and turned, Peter's words replaying in her mind.

She didn't want to admit it, but the way he looked at her, the way he touched her—it was impossible to ignore. He had kissed her once, testing her reactions, and despite her resistance, her body had betrayed her.

Heat pooled in her chest at the memory.

With a groan, she grabbed her pillow and covered her face.

"This is not happening," she muttered to herself.

The next morning, she tried to go about her routine as if nothing had changed, but the moment she stepped into work, reality hit her like a brick wall.

Peter was already there, sitting at the head of the conference table, his sharp blue eyes locking onto her the second she walked in.

He was in a sleek black suit, effortlessly commanding the room. The air around him crackled with authority, making everyone around him seem insignificant.

She swallowed, forcing herself to maintain her composure.

"Naarah," Peter said smoothly, his voice rich and teasing.

"You seem distracted this morning."

Her fingers tightened around the file in her hands. "Not at all."

Peter's lips curled into a smirk. "Hmm. Interesting."

She narrowed her eyes at him, but before she could fire back, one of the board members cleared their throat, breaking the tension.

The meeting began, but Naarah found it impossible to focus. Every time Peter spoke, her mind drifted back to the night before—to the way his thumb had brushed against her lip, the way his voice had dropped to a whisper.

When the meeting finally ended, Naarah stood quickly, ready to escape, but Peter was faster.

"Naarah," he said, stopping her at the door.

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice so only she could hear.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

She stiffened. "Thinking about what?"

Peter's smirk deepened. "The kiss."

He was toying with her, and she knew it. But the worst part?

Refusing to let him win, she straightened her shoulders. "You're mistaken."

Peter chuckled, his voice dark and amused. "We'll see about that."

Before she could respond, he brushed past her, his presence lingering long after he was gone.

This was becoming a dangerous game.

And she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep resisting.

CHAPTER 11