Page 110 of Nordic Mafia


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“But Phantom...,” I whine, giving him puppy eyes and I’m thrilled when he finally caves. Bending down, he picks me up and I put my arm around his neck. It feels like we belong like this and I can barely look at him when he gazes down at me.

His eyes truly are the color of water, of smoke and it’s strangely peaceful to drown in them.

“How long have I been asleep?” I ask and his gaze deepens as he tells me I’ve been out for two days. I can’t believe it, considering it feels more like I’ve slept for two hours. “I could use some air.”

“No Skyla,” Phantom firmly says, “you’re staying inside.”

My eyes widen at his tone. Is he in trouble? Am I?

Licking my lips, I whisper, “You’re a fixer for the mob, aren’t you?”

A muscle clenches in his jaw and he leans his forehead against mine. “Don’t let that scare you. I won’t ever let it affect you. My darkness won’t ever be yours.” He swallows. “Not again. Not ever again.”

I tremble because there are so many emotions in his voice. It’s like this mighty, ice giant is thawing right in front of me. “I’m not scared, but if I can’t go outside then can I at least sit by the window?”

Phantom seems like he’s on the verge of denying me but then he rasps, “I have a hard time saying no to you.” He puts me down on a chair and strokes my hair out of my face. “But don’t use it against me.”

At that I laugh but wince when I feel a cut of pain in my back. Phantom immediately goes to his haunches. “What do you need? What do you want me to do?”

Leaning back, I slowly shake my head. “You’ve done enough. You saved me.”

“Think it was the other way around.” His gaze darkens. “And it was the first and last time you ever did something like that.”

“Then try not to ever get shot,” I blurt but jerk when he clasps my chin.

“This isn’t funny. I’m serious. You could’ve died, angel. And angels like you should never die when bastards like me are allowed to live.” He lets go of my chin and cups my neck. “What you did was brave but foolish, Skyla. Do you understand where I’m coming from, baby?”

“Yes,” I whisper, wringing my hands. “I just couldn’t help myself. When we locked eyes I felt like we were connected somehow.” I pinch my lips. “Have we met before?”

“A red-blooded male doesn’t forget a face like yours.” Phantom almost seems amused. “I think I would’ve remembered.” His eyes narrow. “Although there’s something about the way you tilt your head to the side, the way your hair curls...”

“Yes...?”

He waits for a moment before shaking his head. “No, I would’ve remembered you.”

I nod, looking at him beneath my lashes and I’m a bit embarrassed to ask. “Phantom, can I stay here?” My heart pulsates at the risk of rejection. “I got nowhere else to go.”

Clasping my hands, he murmurs, “Good, because you’re not going anywhere. I’m not letting you go.”

Raising a brow, I say, “Is that a warning?”

He gives a curt nod. “If you want it to be.”

“That’s not very nice.”

“You know I’m in the mob. We don’t do nice.” His hazy eyes deepen. “But what I am is so fucking hard for you. You turn me inside out.” He nods when my gaze lowers and I notice the strain against his pants and he nods again. “See what you do to me? That’s all your doing, and as soon as you’re better you’ll be taking care of it for me.”

I fidget in my seat as I flood with heat. “Yes Phantom, I’ll do whatever you ask.”

His eyes flash dark. “I’ll remember that. And you better remember that too when I ask you for things you might not be prepared to give.”

Shaking my head in confusion because I’m prepared to give him everything, I gasp when he slants his lips over mine. I wrap my fingers in his hair and he lets out an orgasmic groan that I swallow and return with a moan. It’s so obvious no questions need to be asked and no answers given.

He already knows I’m his and so do I.

5.

Phantom

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