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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 night air was thick with tension as Peter stood on the balcony of his penthouse, his hands gripping the cool steel railing. The city sprawled beneath him, lights twinkling like distant stars, but his mind was far from the mesmerizing view. Thoughts of Naarah consumed him, her laughter, her innocence, the way her eyes held unspoken questions whenever she looked at him. He had tried to keep his distance, but it was becoming impossible. The closer she got, the more he felt the walls around his heart cracking.

Meanwhile, across the city, Naarah sat curled up on her bed, staring at her phone. Peter hadn't texted her all day, and she couldn't shake the strange feeling that something was changing between them. He had always been distant, but lately, she felt an unspoken connection whenever their eyes met. She didn't understand it fully, but it made her heart race.

Just then, her phone buzzed. A message from Peter. "Come to the rooftop of my building. I need to see you."

Her pulse quickened. What could he possibly want at this hour? But something in her chest told her to go. She grabbed her coat and hurried out into the cool night.

When she arrived at Peter's building, the elevator ride to the rooftop felt endless. When the doors finally slid open, she saw him standing there, back to her, staring out at the city.

"You came," he said without turning around.

"You asked me to," she replied, stepping closer.

Peter finally faced her, his eyes shadowed with something unreadable. He took a deep breath before speaking. "Naarah... I need you to understand something."

His jaw tightened. "I've tried to protect you from this world, from people like me. But I'm losing control. I don't want to stay away anymore."

Naarah's breath caught in her throat. "What do you mean?"

Peter took a step toward her, closing the distance between them. "I mean... I don't think I can resist you anymore."

Naarah's heart pounded as Peter reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. The intensity in his gaze made her knees weak. She had never seen him like this—vulnerable, raw, unguarded.

"I don't know what this is between us," Peter admitted, "but I know I can't ignore it anymore."

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she felt herself leaning into his touch, her body responding before her mind could catch up. And then, in a slow, deliberate movement, Peter lowered his lips to hers.

The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if he was giving her a chance to pull away. But she didn't. Instead, she melted against him, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as a warmth spread through her chest.

Peter groaned, deepening the kiss, his arms wrapping around her like he was afraid to let go. For the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to feel.

When they finally pulled apart, Naarah was breathless, her cheeks flushed. "Peter..."

He rested his forehead against hers, his breathing unsteady. "Tell me you feel it too."

She swallowed hard, her hands still clinging to him. "I don't know what this feeling is... but I know I don't want it to stop."

A slow, rare smile spread across Peter's lips. "Then don't fight it."

The rooftop was silent except for their soft breaths, and in that moment, they both knew—there was no going back now.

CHAPTER 22