DELTA - BAD BLOOD a specterverse short story [book D]

Chapter FOUR

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TARGET FILE
CLASSIFIED : CIA
OPERATION : MOSCOW
AGENT : VIKING
HANDLER : RED
TARGET : OSKA ROMANOV
POSITION : BRATVA PAKHAN
AFFILIATIONS : RUSSIAN MAFIA, SERBIAN MAFIA, ITALIAN MAFIA, BOSNIAN MAFIA.
MOTHER : UNKNOWN
FATHER : NIKOLAI ROMANOV
STATUS : DANGEROUS
CONTACT : PRIMARY

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Katya Romanov (Czarina)

"Why don't we start with something easy.. Cus I know you're a good girl.. You wanna tell me everything.. I know you do.." He rumbles gently, leaning over me, his lips kissably-close..

I swallow hard.. "I do.. I really do... Ohhmmm.." I groan as his heated hands glide over my bare thighs, caressing my sensitive skin.. The polished wood of the dresser beneath me is cool in contrast to his warm hands kneading at my fleshy thighs..

"Mmhhh.. I'll do things you never knew were possible, Katya.." He vows on a low and gravelly growl.. "Remember, if you give me what I need--"

"Then I'll get what I want.." I breathe in repetition, recalling what he'd said earlier..

"That's right, little kitten.." When his lips press softly against mine, his talented tongue teasing my mouth open to possess me with a kiss of promise, I lose myself to it and that fear I'd felt begins to evaporate..

"Oh--Um--Da..Da, I will tell you.." He kneels down before me to look up as he takes my leg in his firm grasp, lifting my ankle to his mouth..

"I'm listening.." He mumbles against my skin.. "Tell me where he keeps his money, sweet girl.."

I squirm beneath his lavishing tongue as he prys my legs apart at the knee.. "Mmmhh.. All over.. He has accounts offshore, in The Bahamas, Panama, Switzerland.. There iz too many to list-- mmhh.."

"I need account numbers.." He rumbles, never ceasing the slow kissing torture as he creeps towards my melting apex.. "Would you get them for me?"

"Ohhhmm- M-Maybe I could find out.." He teases me so sensually I'm sure I would agree to anything..

"Mmhh, you're such a good girl.." His praise tickles me right down to my toes and his fingers dip in between my thighs, brushing lightly over my clit to send a jolt of pleasure swirling through me.. My limbs tense and my back arches in encouragement..

"Da--Da, I am, sir!" I gasp, pride and pleasure swelling in my chest..

He rubs me again, a little firmer.. "And the guns? Tell me about the guns, Kukolka.. Where do they come from?.."