All Chapters of His Enemy, His Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RONOnly Zlliot Lukeson could make me bleed and leave me wanting more.Pain rings in my head like a goddamn cathedral bell, and I have that forensic-accountant-turned-wraith to thank for it. It takes me longer than I want to admit to get up off the wet pavement of the Little Italy alley. That headbutt was borderline fatal.I sit up with a groan, running fingers over my scalp to assess the damage. It feels like my fucking skull has been cracked open and then pricked by thousands of tiny, razor-sharp needles. Zli had no idea what he was doing and how dangerous it was to hit me in the head like that. He doesn't know about the chronic migraines that have plagued me since childhood—the physical manifestation of my mother’s suffocating shadow. But his ignorance doesn't make the strike any less deadly.He’s long gone. Nowhere in sight. As soon as I collapsed, he smartly took it as his cue to get the hell out of here. It doesn't take a genius to tell how worn down he was toward the end, thoug

"You wish," I snap. "I have no interest in being trapped in your weekend getaway. I'm sure your usual rotation of socialites wouldn't appreciate it either, judging by the state of this place."His laugh is rich and genuinely amused. "I don't bring socialites here, Zli. This is my Hudson Valley estate. It's private. No rotation. No distractions. Just a place to escape the noise of the city and my mother's voice."The disgust that escapes my throat is involuntary. "So I'm your first houseguest? I should feel honored.""This is a safe house," he says, his pride showing through the hedonistic mask. "Very discreet. Perfect for laying low. Which also makes it perfect for you while Camelot thinks you're missing and my mother thinks you're dead.""I'd rather sleep in a holding cell than in your guest room.""Unfortunately, you don't have much choice," he says. "So you might as well be pleasant. It'll make the recovery go faster."He disappears from the doorway for a moment. My gaze roams the

I’ve dismantled offshore tax havens, intercepted dark-web transactions from the world’s most secure servers, and slipped through the digital firewalls of global conglomerates—but somehow, sneaking out of Ron’s Hudson Valley estate feels like the highest stakes I’ve ever faced.It’s the dead of night. The massive estate is engulfed in an oppressive, wood-paneled darkness.Ronan Hwan is finally, truly asleep. His breathing is deep and rhythmic, his chest slowly rising and falling beneath a silk robe. His body is draped over the leather couch in the study, his limbs hanging limply as if he’s finally succumbed to the weight of his mother’s shadow.I slink past the living room, my bare feet silent on the Persian rugs. I’ve abandoned the idea of the makeshift shiv; I don’t want a murder on my hands while I’m still this physically compromised. Instead, I’ve decided on a tactical extraction. I found a heavy-duty paperclip in his mahogany desk and have unbent it with surgical precision.My fin

ZLLIOTIt is impossible to say who made the first move—if I claimed Ronan’s mouth or if he was the one snapping forward to bridge the gap. But we meet somewhere in the middle with a ravenous hunger so intense it sends shockwaves through my spine the moment our lips touch. It is the culmination of everything that has been rotting between us for the last five days. The grief for Gina. The cold fury of the Camelot files. The rebellious, hedonistic mask he wears and the analytical armor I refuse to shed. All of it comes to a head in this single, violent collision.Our lips crash together as we find a new way to dismantle one another. Ron keeps me pinned against the mahogany-paneled wall, pouring every ounce of the Hwan-Castellano aggression into the kiss. He is nipping at my lip, exerting a territorial dominance that makes my blood sing with a dangerous, forbidden rhythm. He forces his way between my lips, his tongue plundering with a possessive heat that ignores every rule of the Agency.

RONANIt’s a battle of wills as I sink into his heat, and my cock throbs from how incredible it feels. The mattress shakes beneath us, the heavy frame of the Hudson Valley estate groaning under the weight of a collision that’s been building since I first saw him through a lens at Club Ombra. Our throaty, desperate noises are the only sounds in the room, cutting through the silence of the woods outside. We are sweating, desperate, and buzzing from the chemical warfare we’ve inflicted on each other’s systems.Zli fights me in his own way, throwing his hips back, squeezing me in a viselike grip that threatens to shatter my self-control. He’s choking me with that tight, devastating friction, working me so damn well that I’d come right now if I were a weaker man. It takes every ounce of the discipline Tess drilled into me to hold on. I drive into him again and again, watching through the shadows as "The Ledger"—the cold, calculating analyst—completely comes undone.His thighs spread wider,