Chapter 17

Nikita drove north along the Niddnipryans’ke Highway, which paralleled the Dnipro River. The same road changed names several times; she turned left into the Rybalskyi Peninsula industrial complex near the Petrivs’kyy railway bridge.

She idled along the rows of shipping containers that were waiting to be transported by rail. At the rear of the yard was a series of gray metal buildings, parked by the only one with an outside light on.

She knocked on the door, waiting for a response. The door opened, and the man scanned the area, then let her in.

“Eto zanyalo u vas dostatochno mnogo vremeni. Ya nay dumal, chto the spravisca s missiei.”

“It took you long enough. I didn’t think you were going to go through with the mission.”

“Hi, Anton. I’m here to collect my first payment. I’d prefer you spoke English.”

“Where’s Bourne?” He asked in an accented, gruff voice, pinning her to the wall.

“My money first.”

He took a debit card out of his pocket, teasing her to take it. She grabbed it from his hand. “500,000 euros as promised. You’ll get the second one once I see that Bourne isn’t breathing. When will you deliver him?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“I’ll show you where to lead him.”

He placed his hand around her throat. “You look all sexy and pretty in your top and skirt, as if on a date with Bourne.” He leered at her revealing breasts.

Anton’s hand pulled up one side of her top, feeling her bare breast, and he kissed her hard.

“I told Jason I’d be gone for the night.”

“It’s Jason now, is it? Did he fuck you?”

“I did what I had to do to convince him I wasn’t a threat to him and on his side.”

He kissed her again, his hand going from her tit, down her flat stomach, and under her short hem. His fingers found she was bare under her skirt.

“I bet you had fun convincing him and not wearing any underwear like a common whore.”

“You fail to remember the power of a bare breast and pussy and a woman’s mouth around a cock,” she said, gripping his crotch.

She felt his fingers enter her slit, roughly fucking her. He kissed her, and she returned it.

“You’ve got one fuck of a body on you, Nikita. You’re nothing more than a cock-loving whore who kills for a living.”

“That isn’t very nice to say to your cousin. I never heard you complain about the number of times we’ve fucked.”

“You always were a good piece of ass. Let’s see if you still are.”

He pulled her top over her head and took off his shirt. He pressed her tits to his chest, and they began a series of passionate kisses. She slid her skirt down, stepped from it, and spread her legs.

Several fingers reentered her pussy, still moist from David’s last fuck. She took his hand, led him to the double bed, and sat down. She undid his pants, releasing his soft cock. She smiled up at him, stroking it, then began sucking.

Anton grasped the sides of her head and fucked her mouth. She let her lips make a circle as it went in and out.

“Do you want a fuck or blow job?”

“My usual, both. I’ll take the fuck first, though you do give great blow jobs.”

“With a good fuck and blow job, and I can get most men to do whatever I want, and I want my second payment in advance.”

“No.”

“Then you’d prefer that I warm the bed with Jason instead of with you?”