Katarina was getting tired of this fast. Quickly she reached for her boot, grabbed the hilt of her favorite knife that was disguised as a buckle and pulled it out. She dropped further into a crouch and swiped his legs from under him. He landed hard on his back and she quickly straddled him, grabbing the neckline of his shirt with her free hand.
“I’m on a schedule and I don’t have time to play pussyfoot with you. Once we screw, I’ll be right as rain and you’ll be out of my system. Now, you either strip or I’ll cut your clothes off.” She felt his crotch swell under her, “Derek, does having a knife to your throat turn you on?”
“What do you think?” he asked hoarsely, pushing his pelvis up, thrusting his crotch into hers.
“My, my Derek Silva. Don’t you just get high on danger? How much hornier would you get if I spilled some blood? Not much, just a little.” She pressed the sharp edge of the knife into his collarbone, nicking him a little and drawing just a drop of blood.
He didn’t even flinch. Instead his lips spread into a full blown smile, “Oh, I think I’m in love.”
Things progressed quickly from there. His clothes, well his shirt at least suffered the knife, but his jeans dropped off quickly enough. They never made it to the bed, just went at each other like crazy horny beasts on the floor. Her back and ass were hot from the friction from the carpet, but she was too high with pleasure to care about carpet burns. Her nipples on the other hand fell in love with the carpet when he pinned her down on her stomach and took her from behind. She loved that she was right about him. Derek knew his stuff and amazing sex ranked very high on his skillset. Once they were done, laying side by side exhausted, their bodies twitching from the aftershocks of beyond fantastic orgasms, she knew there was no way this was a one time thing.
“So,” he started through heavy breathing, “Should I get your number or do you want mine?”
She chuckled, turning to her side to face him, “I think we’ll find each other again, like we always do.”
He smiled, his eyes still closed, “Good. I’m not about to give up this high anytime soon. In our line of work, I think we deserve it. We are technically not breaking any rules.”
She rolled back onto her back, her smile slipping, “I don’t have any rules to break, but I’m sure you do.”
He patted her naked thigh, “Hey, I’m good at what I do. No one will find out.”
“For your sake, I hope so.” She was sitting up when the sound of glass breaking filled the room. She went to reach for her knife, but Derek had already rolled on top of her, his gun pulled and pointed out the window.
“Derek?”
“Stay still. Someone just shot at us from your room.” His voice was hard, harsh. They were back to business. It was good to see his recovery time was mere seconds.
She looked at the hole that was in the window and followed the trajectory to where the bullet must have ended up in the wall. Smoke was coming from the hole it made in the wall. Evaporating bullets. Ellsa.
She pushed at Derek, he was heavy and she loved his weight on her but they’d run out of time. “That’s just my partner telling me it’s time to leave. Get off Derek.”
He rolled away and sat on the floor, gun still in hand as he pulled his jeans closer to him. “Let me guess, the White Widow? She’s new, isn’t she?”
Katarina stood and quickly began to get dressed. Ellsa wasn’t new she’d been in the game for a while and was an expert at hiding her identity. She had loved one’s to protect, more so now that she had recently changed her campaign, her nom de guerre with it. She’d been known as the Zodiac’s Widow for years. She used to be that thing that went bump in the middle of a moonless night before she put a hole in a target’s head and since she had the kid, she’d gotten even better at hiding her identity. Her killings were also different. They were now justified, no longer just a job. A few weeks ago she’d successfully turned Katarina. Now they hid the would-be victims of meaningless deaths and took out those who deserved to die. For all their sakes, Vladimir needed to keep believing that Katarina was the same old same Jackie the Ripper.
“You could say that.” once fully dressed, she slipped her knife back into her boot and laughed at Derek’s stupid-me face.
“Should have checked those,” dressed only in his jeans, he stood and approached her, “Next time I will.”
She shook her head keeping a foot long distance between them. If she had any hope of leaving, he couldn’t touch her, “I don’t think there will be a need. We’re in agreement now.”
One knowing brow went up, “Oh yeah? What if you were sent to kill me?”
She shook her head. If he only knew the kind of firepower he had on his side, watching his back.
“You have two very dangerous women watching your back. No one will ever come close enough.” Katarina hated that she sounded so sappy, but she meant every word. Hanging out with Ellsa was thawing out the ice bloke that was her heart.
Raised brow he asked, “Two? I’m guessing you and the White Widow? Why because I’m—”
His eyes widened and she knew it was time to go. She began to walk toward the door, but he caught her arm and pulled her back.
“Damn it to hell! When did you do it? Before or after you came here?” he growled, his eyes glowing with rage.
Katarina just smiled back, “I think it was while we were having sex. You really didn’t think you guys could keep Cornelius from us, did you?”
He grumbled under his breath and swiped his hand across his face. He glared down at her, his jaw working overtime. The fact that he was mad about that animal’s death pissed her off.
She yanked her arm out of his grip, “You better be pissed off about something else and not that fucker’s death or I may just rethink killing you.”
“Katarina, he was my assignment. He had information-”
“Keeping the devil that experimented and killed hundreds of kids alive was your assignment?” She yelled cutting him off, “That better be the CIA talking and not you.”
He exhaled loudly, “My boss isn’t going to like this. But as me, I say he deserved much worse than a bullet to the head.”
Katarina relaxed and smiled, “If I know my friend well, there was nothing quick about his death. Besides, losing your job at the CIA won’t be so bad. They are worse than terrorist as far as I’m concerned.” His eyes bore into her and Katarina knew his next question, “I’m sure your fellow spooks are okay.”
He sighed and nodded. “Good, I like my job,” then he reached for her and pulled her into his arms, “Besides, I like the excitement of sleeping with the enemy. We’ll lose that if I get fired.”
She shook her head, “You’re a junkie for danger Derek Silva.” She went on her tiptoes and gave him a quick—well what started as quick and was quickly escalating to a strong need to get naked again— kiss before she pulled away and quickly moved to the door. “See you soon spook.”
“We are going to have loads of fun Kitty Kat. Don’t let anyone else touch that sexy body, I promise I’ll make the wait worth it.”
She looked at him one final time and saw the promise in his eyes that made her tremble, “I don’t believe in promises but… I might make an exception for you.”
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