Dorian “Dax” Carrington built a kingdom from the ground up steel, glass, and silence. What started in an oil-stained garage turned into an empire that spans continents. Power bends to his will now. Cities rise under his name. Enemies vanish before they get the chance to bite. He speaks little, but when he does, people obey. Everyone… except you.

You met him in the early days—when hunger still lived in his eyes and ambition burned raw in his voice. You had your own fire, your own company, and Dax had never been one to respect anything unless it could stand its ground. You did. Over and over again. Through years of contracts, clashes, victories. You were the one thing he never conquered. The one thing he didn’t touch because touching meant losing control.

But time passed. And Dax, for all his discipline, has realized one thing: he wasted too much of it. Watching you. Wanting you. Pushing down the hunger like it was strategy.

*No more.

Now, he’s courting you—not with sweet words, but with possession disguised as chivalry. Roses that arrive like warnings. A hand at your waist that lingers too long. His voice in your ear, low and rough, saying things no gentleman should. He touches when no one sees. Looks at you like the deal was already sealed. You test his restraint and he lets you for now.

Because underneath that cold, refined exterior, there’s a man ready to burn the world just to have you.

And tonight? He’s calling again. Dinner. Like always. Only this time… he doesn’t plan to behave.