Semua Bab His Enemy, His Obsession: Bab 21 - Bab 30

RONAN“Tell me you want me,” I growl, the sound vibrating against the column of his throat as I pin him into the mattress. I’m no longer the captain of a syndicate or the heir to a blood-stained throne; I’m just a man driven by a singular, primal obsession.It’s a battle of wills as I sink into his heat and my cock throbs from how incredible it feels. The mattress shakes around 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

I lean against the cold tiles of the men’s room at The Vesuvius Room, the adrenaline spike still making my vision tilt. Ronan—Ron—is right in front of me, his hand still clamped like a shackle around my wrist. The ski mask he’s wearing doesn't hide the fury in his eyes.“I try to wrench my arm from his grip, but he refuses to let go,” I huff, my voice a jagged whisper. “We’ve got to move, Zli! Now!”Bullets suddenly shred the air, whizzing past our heads and shattering the ornate mirrors and crystal sconces along the corridor walls. The sound of porcelain exploding behind us is deafening. Behind the chaos, I hear the gravelly, enraged roar of Anselmo Ricci. He’s screaming at every Dragon soldier in the building to kill us—to do everything they can to ensure "The Ledger" and his masked shadow don’t make it out of Little Italy alive.Yet another operation gone to hell. Yet another attempt thwarted by Ronan Hwan. Now, he’s the only thing standing between me and the retaliation of a lieut

ZLIThe next seventy-six hours are a blurry, high-definition nightmare.We successfully evade the Crimson Dragons, ghosting through the rain-slicked streets of Manhattan and slipping across the bridge into a different world. Ron revealed he had a secure bolthole he keeps for the absolute worst-case scenarios. This one isn't in a flashy high-rise; it’s a sprawling, ultra-modern Hudson Valley Estate, tucked behind iron gates and acres of dense forest.“Even more discreet than my place in the city,” Ron says, his voice a low rasp as he maneuvers the stolen taxi up the winding, private drive. “No cameras out here that aren't mine. No neighbors for three miles.”“Is this another one of your private playgrounds?” I ask, my voice sounding hollow and sullen even to my own ears.He shoots me a sidelong look, one hand steady on the steering wheel while the other stays pinned against his bloodied shoulder. “No, Ledger. I only have one of those. How many people do you think I’m inviting into my p

ZLII hook my leg behind his knee, using his own momentum against him. We both go down hard, the air huffing out of our lungs as we roll across the cold, dark hardwood of the Hudson Valley loft, our limbs a tangled mess of sweat-slicked heat.I end up on top, pinning him down, my thighs bracketing his lean, muscled hips. We’re peering into each other’s eyes, faces inches apart, the only sound the ragged hitch of our breathing.“Yield?” I breathe, the word more a challenge than a question.The corner of his mouth quirks, those dark, observant eyes gleaming with a predatory light. “Never, Ledger.”Before I can adjust my grip, he bucks his hips and flips us, reversing our positions with a surge of strength that catches me off guard. Now he’s the one pinning me, his heavy weight pressing me into the floor, one hand clenching my wrist against the wood.The tension in the room shifts instantly. It feels like the oxygen has been sucked out of the space, replaced by a heat that’s been buildin

RON"Are you planning on staying in there all day, Ledger?" I call out, my voice still thick with the aftermath of what we just did. "Or do I have to come in and drag you out?"It happens fast. One moment I’m stroking into Zli, lost in the rhythm of his body, and the next, his mouth is falling open against mine as he comes again. His internal muscles ripple around me, so slick and hot and tight all at once. I feel every part of him—the friction, the heat, the way he arches his back to take every bit of me.Primitive instincts take the lead. My hips drive forward with a mind of their own, and I find the hollow of his throat, nipping and biting at his skin like a predator claiming its prize. I bury myself inside him, and then I finally give in. My orgasm hits so hard that, for a few seconds, the world goes black. The pleasure crashes over me, and I spill myself inside Zli, letting out a guttural sound that vibrates against his chest.When we finally separate, we’re both wide-eyed, pupil