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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 emotion as Naarah stood on the rooftop, her body still tingling from Peter's touch. The way he had kissed her, the way he had held her—it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It felt dangerous, consuming, yet she couldn't deny that she had wanted it just as much as he did.

Peter watched her closely, his sharp eyes studying every micro-expression on her face. He was used to controlling every aspect of his life, but with her, it was impossible. His walls were crumbling, and it terrified him.

Naarah took a step back, needing space to think. "Peter... I don't understand what's happening between us."

Peter exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. "Neither do I. But I know I don't want to stop."

Her heart pounded. "You said you were protecting me. From what?"

His jaw tightened, the shadows in his eyes growing darker. "From me. From my past. From the things I've done."

She hesitated. She knew Peter wasn't a normal man—there was always something guarded about him, something dangerous. But she had never seen him this vulnerable.

"Then tell me," she said softly. "Let me understand."

Peter's eyes locked onto hers, and for a long moment, he said nothing. Then, as if making a painful decision, he turned away and gestured for her to follow him inside. She hesitated but eventually stepped in after him.

The penthouse was dimly lit, the city lights casting a soft glow through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. Peter walked over to the bar, pouring himself a drink. He didn't offer her one.

"Years ago, I trusted someone I shouldn't have," he began. "She was my first love. I thought she was everything. But she betrayed me. Not just with words, but with actions that nearly cost me my life."

Naarah's breath caught. "What happened?"

Peter's grip on the glass tightened. "She was working with my rival—the man I told you to stay away from. He used her to get close to me, to weaken me, and when the time was right, she helped him try to take me out."

Naarah's stomach twisted. "But you survived."

A bitter smile tugged at his lips. "Barely. He left me with wounds that never fully healed, both inside and out. That's why I'm not as strong as I used to be. Why I have to be more careful."

She could see the pain in his expression, the way the memories haunted him. Without thinking, she stepped closer, placing her hand over his. "Peter... I'm sorry."

He looked down at her, something unreadable flashing in his gaze. "I don't want your pity, Naarah. I want you to understand why I've been keeping you at a distance. Why I can't afford to make mistakes again."

Her fingers tightened around his. "But you kissed me. You let me in."

His other hand came up, cupping her face gently. "Because I can't fight it anymore. You're different, Naarah. You're not like her. And that scares me more than anything."

Naarah felt her heart ache at his words. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going anywhere."

For a moment, he simply stared at her, then, as if unable to resist, he pulled her into his arms. His grip was tight, desperate, as if she was the only thing keeping him grounded.

And in that moment, Naarah realized something.

She was afraid of how much she was beginning to need him.

CHAPTER 23