by Jasmin Quinn
“Nika,” Finn interrupted. “Tell me about your job.”
Nike inhaled deeply. Mr. Jackman had told her all the rules when she met with him. She was never to disobey him, she was never to talk about her job to anyone, she was never to write anything down, and she was never to discuss anyone she disappeared. Not their names, their locations, their status unless Mr. Jackman told her to explicitly do so. She was about to break a rule. But she needed to tell Finn, so he could understand why she needed his help.
“Before Mr. Jackman’s former Disappearist died, he transferred all his knowledge to me. Not on paper. Mr. Jackman bought me because I am highly intelligent, and I have an extraordinary memory. Nothing is on paper or in a computer. It’s here,” she pointed to her head.
“What’s there?”
“I have two primary jobs. One is to disappear people who need a safe place to hide. I give them new identities, relocate them, get them jobs, or give them money. I am the only one involved. Not Mr. Jackman, not his other operatives.”
“That’s extraordinary,” Finn murmured. He was sitting up straighter on the couch, listening intently.
Nika nodded. “I also disappear field operatives. They get their assignments from Mr. Jackman and I place them where they need to be. I work closely with them – assigning identities, creating back stories, providing the dossiers they need to merge seamlessly with their assignment. I also assign their handlers.”
“What do the handlers do?”
“They stay close, pass information back and forth, work to pull the operatives out if they are compromised. There is never a direct line of communication with the compound once the operative is undercover. It is always through the handler.”
“And all that information is in your head.”
“Yes,” Nika whispered. “That’s why I am Mr. Jackman’s most important asset.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Finn inhaled sharply as an icy realization hit him. He was more afraid now than before – not for him, but for the beautiful, guileless woman sitting across from him. Did she realize the danger she was in? She held all Jackman’s operations in her head. Past and present. Most valuable asset was an understatement. There was no way Jackman led a government-sanctioned organization. Law enforcement agencies didn’t buy 11-year-old Russian girls and put them to work, didn’t have hidden compounds, didn’t keep their most important information in the extraordinary memory of a young woman. Which meant that Jackman’s was a criminal organization.
Finn marvelled at the enterprise, and this Jackman. It was both brilliant and arrogant to use a genius as his data bank. Brilliant because if the organization was compromised, there was no paper trail and no evidence. He and his operatives could never be convicted unless the authorities knew about Nika. And would that mean Nika’s life was forfeited should the organization be compromised? Jackman couldn’t have her fall into the hands of the law any more than the Russians.
But it was also arrogant to think that it wasn’t a huge vulnerability. Because a single person held all his secrets. If Jackman could plant his people into other criminal or even crime-fighting organizations, then so could those organizations. The promise of power and money is a huge temptation for anyone. And it sounded like every operative worked with Nika, so they knew as much about her as she knew about them. How could Jackman keep her a secret? It was just a matter of time and patience for Jackman’s enemies to snatch Nika. And that time had presented itself when Nika took her unsanctioned vacation.
Finn wasn’t sure what to think of himself – he’d bullied her into telling him her secrets. Knowing them could get him killed, but there was a target on his back already. If not the Russians, then Jackman. No one was going to stop and ask him what he knew before shooting him. It didn’t work that way. But he wasn’t worried about his own life, though despair raged deep in his gut at the thought of not having more time with Nika. He needed to keep her safe. Not for that son-of-a-bitch, Jackman. But for her sake. The Russian’s would go to great lengths to get the information from Nika. Short of killing her, there wasn’t much they wouldn’t do.
This thought made him angry and with that anger came that primal urge to dominate her. As he looked across the couch at Nika, all he wanted to do was to pull her to him and kiss her deeply and forcibly. What the fuck was wrong with him? Women didn’t make him lose his cool the way Nika did – of course they didn’t. But she was irresistible – sitting cross-legged at the opposite end of the couch, almost all the buttons opened on his shirt, her body exposed and hidden at the same time. Her long brown hair a tangled mass of waves, framing her face. Her beautiful exotic hazel eyes looking at him longingly. No fear or wariness at his rough handling of her earlier. He tried to clear his thoughts. He needed to know more, before he surrendered to his desire.
He breathed in deeply, quelling the passion building in him. He had so many questions he wanted to ask, and he needed answers. She didn’t want to tell him about Jackman’s activities, so his questions were going to have to be subtle. He would have to skirt around the topic. See if he could get her to drop little tidbits. She was a genius, but she was also incredibly naïve. He silently thanked Alexandria, Nika’s adult companion, for being such a shitty one.
“Do you get paid?” Start with an easy one.
Nika nodded at him. “Yes. Very well. Once a month, a sum of money is deposited into my bank account. I am free to spend it as I wish.”
“But you have access to other accounts.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Yes. I have full access to transfer funds as I need, to do my job. Mr. Jackman and I meet regularly to discuss the operatives and the other people that I am disappearing. He makes certain that I am clearly aware of what he wants. Sometimes the operatives and other people try to talk me out of a plan. But I would never change anything unless Mr. Jackman has agreed to it.”
“Have you ever made a mistake?”
Nika’s face clouded. “I have.”
“And what does Jackman do when that happens?”
“Mr. Jackman is not an easy man. He looks after me well, but he does not tolerate mistakes. And rightly so; mistakes could result in someone’s death.” She skirted the question.
“What will happen when Jackman finds you?”
Nika pursed her lips and reflected on the question. “He will be angry and very likely lock me up. I should not have left. It was stupid of me. I might never get to leave again.”
“And what will he do to me?”
Nika dropped her eyes to her hands, avoiding Finn’s relentless gaze. She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“I think you do. He’ll try to kill me.”
“I won’t let him.”
“How will you stop him?”
“I will threaten to kill myself.”
Finn’s heart broke. What a fucking mess. “Don’t do that, Nika,” he said softly. “I’m not afraid of dying, but I am afraid of you dying.”
A tear slipped down Nika’s cheek and dropped onto her hand. But he didn’t move, didn’t try to comfort her. Instead he asked, “Why are the Russians so interested in you?”
Nika looked up at him, running her fingers under her red eyes to catch the wetness. “Mr. Jackman is trying to bring down the Russian mafia. And his desire is to kill Rusya Savisin.”
Finn tugged at his lower lip thoughtfully. “So if Savisin gets his hands on you…”
“He will make me give him Mr. Jackman’s secrets,” she whispered.
“Are they rivals?”
Nika nodded.
“Is Mr. Jackman Russian or does he just speak Russian?”
“He is Russian.” The tears spilled from eyes, down her cheeks – she understood she was giving up information on Jackman’s organization; she knew she was breaking Jackman’s rules. Finn watched her impassively. Right now, he had to be a cop first, a lover second. He considered the gravity of the situation. His chance of getting out of this alive was very slim. He was the only thing standin
g between Nika and the fucking assholes that wanted her.
“You understand that Jackman doesn’t own you?”
Nika disagreed. “He does, Finn. He bought me from my parents.”
“Buying a human is illegal no matter how well he treats you and how much he pays you to do his dirty work.”
“He won’t see it that way.”
“It doesn’t matter how he sees it.” Finn was seething, thinking about the arrogant fuck. He took advantage of her youth, brainwashed her. If Finn ever got the chance, he would break that asshole’s jaw. “It’s illegal to buy and hold captive a human being.”
“He rescued me from an untenable life, Finn. If he had not bought me, I would likely be married or sold. Or dead. Instead he gave me everything.” Her loyalty to Jackman shone bright in her eyes.
“But you are his prisoner.”
“That’s not true. He allows me out of the compound and I’ve had escorted vacations.”
But Finn was unmoved. “If you cannot come and go as you please, then you are his prisoner.”
“No, almost always when I ask to go somewhere, he agrees.”
“So then why the secrecy around coming to Vancouver? Why didn’t you just ask him?”
Nika glared at him and said nothing. Finn knew he had scored a point over his little genius. He was sure that didn’t happen very often. He would revel in it later. Right now he was on the attack and gaining some ground. “Where is Mr. Jackman’s compound located?”
“Oh Finn,” Nika whispered, her eyes widening in fright. “I can’t tell you that.”
But Finn wasn’t about to be put off by her. “Maybe we’re coming at this from the wrong angle. Maybe instead of running, we should get on a plane and take you to Mr. Jackman. Maybe he and I need to have a talk about ownership. You have a lot to hold over him, Nika. You are his Disappearist and unless he has one in the wings, waiting to step into your shoes, I would suggest his ass is caught between a rock and a hard place.”
Nika’s fright slipped from her eyes as she cocked her head to one side and considered Finn. “I don’t know what a rock and a hard place is. And I don’t want to talk anymore.” She slipped onto her hands and knees and started inching slowly up Finn’s leg. He winced slightly as her hand pressed on his femur but didn’t otherwise move. Maybe the time for talking was over for a while. “What I’d like, Finn,” she said, her voice sultry and inviting. “Is for you to tell me how to give you an excellent blowjob.”
Finn’s cock went rigid at her words. Fuck! How does someone so sexually inexperienced know how to so effectively change the topic. She had pushed his legs open and was sitting between them, still on her knees, her hands playing with the button on his jeans. Waiting for him to respond. His body was complying, but he was at a loss for words as he stared at the sexy provocative vision in front of him. She was every man’s wet dream – and he had her. Possession and satisfaction well up in him. “Finn,” she pulled him back to her voice. “I want to taste your semen. I want you to ejaculate in my mouth.”
“Nika,” Finn choked out, once again cursing the boy scout in him. “You don’t have to do this.” His cock jumped up in protest at his words. “Sex with you is amazing. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Nika looked puzzled. “Don’t you like blowjobs, Finn?”
Finn exhaled sharply. “Yes. I do. A lot. But you might not like it.”
“If you like it, Finn, then I will love it.” Her eyes gleamed at him. “Will you please teach me?” She undid the button on his pants then slowly and carefully pulled down the zipper, freeing his erection with her hand. “What’s first?”
Finn mentally shrugged. If she was determined to do it, who was he to stop her? “First thing we have to do, Nika, is work on your sexy talk.”
Nika furrowed her brow. “My sexy talk? Do I have sexy talk?”
“A little bit. But there are a lot of other terms lovers use to describe sex and the various body parts involved that aren’t necessarily the official words for them.” Finn, who rarely got embarrassed over anything was slightly discomfited by the lesson he was about to give.
“I know that, Finn. I have never had the need to use them. Tell me what you would say, and I will practice it.” She was holding his penis and pulling at it gently with her hand.
“Okay,” Finn’s breathing was getting deeper. “Ejaculation – I call it coming. Semen is cum. Your orgasm is coming.”
Nika leaned down and planted a small kiss on his cock before swiping her tongue over the top of it, licking off the pre-cum. “Won’t that get confusing, Finn?” she said as her head bobbed up. “If you’re coming and I’m coming and you’re coming cum, how will we know who’s doing what?”
Finn groaned as she dropped her lips to the head of his penis, raking her teeth gently over it. He didn’t think she needed very much instruction in the art of blowjobs. “In my experience, it rarely gets confused.”
“If you come cum, then what do I produce when I come?”
A perfectly legitimate question. “Women don’t ejaculate during orgasm.” Finn watched her as she sat up on her knees again, gently stroking his cock and smiling at him. “You’re playing with me,” he realized.
Nika laughed, “Figuratively and literally.”
Finn wanted to slap her on the ass, but he couldn’t reach it and he didn’t want her to let go of his penis. “That’s enough talking, you little tease. If you have serious questions to ask me, I will answer them after you give me your blowjob.”
Nika nodded. “I am serious. I want you to tell me exactly how you like it.” Then she took his cock in her mouth, as much as she could and sucked at it, moving it up and down between her lips.
“Fuck,” Finn groaned as he brought his hands to her head and held her.
She took her mouth off his penis and said to him. “What else should I do Finn, or is that enough to make you ejacu… come?”
He drew in a deep breath. “Put your mouth back on my cock, Nika.” She dropped her head as ordered, taking his cock in her mouth. “While you’re sucking me, use your other hand on the bottom of my shaft, holding and pumping it.” She quickly complied, and he inhaled sharply. “Perfect,” he exhaled. “This serves two purposes,” he gasped out between breaths. “One, it feels fucking awesome to have a hand job and blowjob all at once, and two, it keeps me from forcing my cock down your throat, which I will want to do as I get closer to coming.”
Nika stilled for a minute, then popped her head up. “Why should I not take as much of your penis in my mouth as I can?” She dropped her hand from his cock and was running it over his balls, exploring them, squeezing them.
“It’s called deep-throating.” Finn growled as she got a little too rough with her ball-play. “Why don’t you suck them instead of squeezing them?”
“I can do that?” She looked both amazed and excited. Finn almost came as the words slipped from her lips. Fuck, he thought, this is too good to be true. And then as she pulled one of his balls into her mouth, he forgot everything.
Nika gripped on his penis, running it up and down, using her saliva as lube. She spent a lot of time on each ball before licking her tongue up the length of his cock, pausing here and there to linger with her tongue, a little scrape of her teeth, a little suction. As she brought her mouth back up to head of his cock, he heard her say, “I want to deep-throat you, Finn.” Her warm, wet mouth glided down his shaft, her tongue darting everywhere, seeking out crevices, boldly exploring them. As she came up, she circled her tongue around the base of his helmet before plunging back down.
“No Nika,” Finn’s voice was strangled. He was close to losing his senses and she was showing no mercy. “You are too small to take it all.” But she ignored him, bringing her mouth down on his penis as far as she could take it, then out again, and then in again. Finn was losing his mind and he grabbed her hair. “Hand on my penis,” he gasped out, his voice barely a whisper. He took her hand and place it on the shaft of h
is penis, then wrapped his hand around hers and found the rhythm he needed. Her mouth sucked him in concert with their pumping and as he forced her hand to stroke him faster, she paced him with her mouth.
The pressure was building inside him. “I’m coming,” he cried out hoarsely, and then he did, spewing his hot jets of cum into her mouth. His world went blank for a minute as his orgasm shuddered through him. It was almost as glorious as coming inside her.
She removed her mouth from his cock and drew herself up on top of him, pressing her ear to his heart, which was starting to slow. “Was it good?” she whispered, running her hands thought the hair on his chest.
“Better than anything,” Finn said, starting to breath normally again. “Except fucking you and watching you come.”
“I liked it too, Finn,” she pulled at one of his nipples, which hardened under his touch. Then she added, “Do you want to taste yourself?”
Finn couldn’t find the words to answer so she climbed up him until her face was over his. She pressed her lips to his, pushing her tongue inside of his mouth and drawing his tongue into hers. As he kissed her deeply, tasting her, tasting himself, he thought he might come again from the sheer eroticism of the moment. She was using him like he was her playground. It was almost too much to bear.
“I am stimulated, Finn,” she breathed into his ear, before gently kissing her chest.
“Let me remedy that.” Finn dropped a hand to her pussy, running his finger across her slit, stroking it gently at first, then harder. “You show me, Nika. Show me what you like.”
“I don’t have to Finn,” she gasped her pleasure. “You already know.”
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When they were both sated and too wrung out to move, Finn held her in his arms hugging her to him.
“Nika,” he said quietly into her ear. “Who will Jackman send to bring you back?”