The Black Wolf (In the Company of Killers, #5)(70)

“What the f*ck is wrong with you?” she hisses, glaring up at me. “I thought you never break character? I have to say, I’m disappointed.”

“I got the job done,” I tell her, hovering over her, straddling her waist. “So far.”

“Could’ve been done more smoothly.”

“How so?”

“If you hadn’t been arguing with your girlfriend in front of everybody, I wouldn’t have had to make a scene, and you wouldn’t have had to enjoy beating me with a whip.” She snarls and then slaps me again; I feel the hot sting on the side of my face and it just makes my dick harder.

“I think you liked it,” I say, grinning. “And I think you like slapping me. You’re getting off on it.”

“Bullshit.” Her fist soars toward my head and I stop it with my hand; the grin deepens in my face.

I lean toward her, pushing myself against her even though she’s struggling to push me off; it’s all a show—she has me right where she wants me. I’m as hard as a f*cking rock. And she knows it; she can feel it between her legs—that look on her face is priceless. Restraining her left hand against the floor, I grab her bottom lip with my teeth and bite down, hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough that she won’t like it; her other hand is wound in the back of my hair, pulling. “I’ll tell you what, Nora Kessler,” I say, releasing her lip from my teeth, “I’ll put my cock in you and we can call it even.”

She laughs. “You’ve got to be f*cking kidding me,” she snaps back, trying to free her other wrist from my hand. “You’re really full of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Not really, no.” I press myself against her, letting her feel it, and I tug on her bottom lip with my teeth again. She tries to slap me away, but I just smile and grind against her harder. “But I really just want to put my cock in you—I’ve had a really stressful day, and it’s how I like to wind down. You’ll like it, I promise.” Then I reach down with my free hand and open my dress pants, sliding them over my ass just enough so I can…work.

Nora tries to kick me off her—(come on, babe, I know you’re stronger than that)—but I hold her down without difficulty.

“Get off me, or I’ll f*cking kill you, Niklas.”

“You can kill me after,” I tell her casually, stroking myself. “If you’ll still want to by then.”

I shove my cock deep inside of her, and feisty badass Nora Kessler becomes putty in my hands; she gasps, forcing her head back against the floor; the whites of her eyes rolling into view before her eyelids slam shut over them, and she lets out a small cry; her tits heaving; her back arched.

“All right,” I whisper onto her mouth, and start to pull out of her, “maybe I am going about making it up to you the wrong way.”

Her thighs crush me, forcing me to stop. She looks up into my eyes, gritting her teeth. “I’ll kill you,” she says, “if you don’t f*ck me.”

I grin. And get to work.





Izabel





I lie on the bed next to Sian, and for a long time I watch her, thinking about what she went through, what she’ll still be going through tomorrow. We’re the same people lying in this bed together, two women whose lives were stripped from them, whose babies were taken from our arms at the moment of birth.

“I’m sorry this happened to you,” I whisper, though I know she can’t hear me.

I’m trying hard to block out the whimpers and moans and the sound of the bed in the main room slamming against the wall, but it’s not so easy to do. At least Nora got what she wanted. I’m not sure why it bothers me; maybe it’s because I know Nora isn’t good for Niklas. Or Fredrik. Or anyone I care about, really. I like her, but she’s dangerous, and I just hope Niklas is careful. We may not get along but…well, I’ll kill Nora before she kills him.




I don’t remember falling asleep, and I have no idea how long I’ve been asleep, but when I open my eyes I feel like it’s morning even though I’m in a room with no windows and the door is shut. And I’m pissed. We were supposed to go over a plan to kidnap Francesca today, but it seems Niklas and Nora spent the night f*cking each other instead.

Crawling out of the bed carefully so I don’t wake Sian—what the hell did Niklas give her?—I leave the room and head into the main room to find Nora sitting on the bed with her back pressed against the headboard; the television remote is in her hand and she’s flipping through channels. She’s wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of panties.

“Finally up,” she says when she sees me. “You were dead to the world last night.”

“That’s not a reason not to wake me up when you two were done…being really loud.”

Nora smiles and goes back to flipping channels.

“Where’s Niklas?”

“He’s taking a piss.” She looks at the bathroom door, then at me, as if making sure Niklas can’t hear what she’s about to say. A grin slips up on her mouth. “He—”

“I really don’t want to know,” I interrupt, putting up my hand.

Nora smiles and goes back to flipping channels.

I go outside on the balcony.