Fall Into Place (Taking the Fall)

by Riley, Alexa

  Reaching over, I put a gag in her mouth just in case she feels like yelling out for help while I’m gone. I turn on the TV and lay some snacks and water on the table next to her.

  “If you’re good we can have that when I get back.”

  She curses me more through the gag, but I wink at her as I get dressed. I grab my jacket, slide it on, and turn back to wink at her again before heading out the door.

  This wedding better be quick.

  Chapter 4

  Nika

  It took me two minutes to escape the cuffs, and I’m oddly disappointed at how easy it was. A part of me wanted to stay. There’s something about Samuel and the way he looks at me, talks to me, and touches me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The loneliness I’ve felt for so long slipped away in those moments. But the further and further I move away from the casino, the heavier the loneliness seems to settle inside me.

  The only thing pushing me is fear. He knew my name but wasn’t trying to hurt me. He said he’d keep me safe, but I have to be certain of who he is. No matter how much I don’t want to make this call, I do. He’s either working for my father or he’s my father’s enemy and plans to use this against him. I cringe at the thought but shake it off, thinking I’m being paranoid like my father.

  Picking up the pay phone, I make the dreaded call. It only rings once before my father’s voice booms through the line.

  “Where are you?”

  “I think you already know that,” I clip back. He had to have known by now I was at least in Vegas if this guy Samuel knew.

  “I want exact coordinates.” He pauses for a moment as if getting his bearings. “Solniska, please.”

  When he calls me ‘sweetheart,’ the guilt hits me. I don’t want him to worry, but I can’t be put back into the pretty prison he’s made for me. I can’t live like that, and I want something else. Samuel’s face comes to mind, and I push it away.

  “Dad, did you send someone after me? This guy grabbed me.”

  “He touched you? He was supposed to find you and bring you to me!” he barks, cutting into my words.

  “Well, if I’m not so willing to go, how else was he going to get me to come with him? I can’t believe you sent someone after me. I was scared it was one of your enemies or something.”

  “It could have been. You’re lucky they found you first and it wasn’t someone else.”

  “They? The guy who grabbed me was by himself.” I glance over my shoulder and down the street both ways to make sure no one is watching me. I’m turning into my father.

  “What did he look like? Did he tell you his name?” I can hear the fear in my father’s voice, making mine rise, too.

  “Samuel.”

  I hear his sigh of relief, letting me know that this Samuel was here because of him. I don’t know why that hurts, but I guess it’s better than him being an enemy of my father’s. Still though, he’ll hand me over to him.

  “Yes, Samuel is safe. Tell me where you are and I’ll have him come get you and bring you to me. I’m still hours from Vegas.”

  “I love you but—” My words cut off when Samuel grabs the receiver from me and hangs up. He grabs me by the arm.

  “The rest of the sentence better have been, ‘but I’m with someone else now.’”

  “Excuse me?” I yank at my arm but it’s useless, and truth be told, I don’t want to be let go of. Too bad he’s working for my father.

  “I love you but…” he reminds me of the last thing I said to my dad before he cut the line.

  “I was talking to my dad, for your information. You know, the guy who hired you!” I get in his face and yell the last part, which is hard with him being so freaking tall and me not having my heels on. I changed back into the sneakers I had in my bag, and they look ridiculous with this dress. When I was leaving the casino, it was all about what was the fastest.

  He pulls me into his arms, taking my mouth in a hard kiss. I bite his lip, but he just moans and holds me tighter, rubbing his erection against me. My whole body goes up in flames, and I return the kiss, not able to stop myself. I had no idea kissing could be like this. Soon I’m pressing into him, kissing back with more force than he is. Whatever this is I want more.

  “Fuck, kitten, not here.” He pulls back, and it's then I notice I’ve practically climbed him like a tree. I let my legs drop, irritated that he stopped the kiss I was enjoying.

  “Then why did you kiss me?” I bite out, letting the irritation show.

  “Because I was pissed when I thought I caught you talking to some boyfriend and telling him you fucking loved him. Then when you said it wasn’t, well…” He smiles faintly, not finishing his sentence. Then he licks his lips like he’s tasting me.

  The remainder of the call is like a bucket of cold water. “Just let me go! I won’t go back to my father.”

  “Who said I was taking you to your father?”

  “He’s who hired you.”

  He studies me for a second like he’s running things through his mind. Grabbing me by the wrist, he pulls me from the street, and I follow him to a less busy spot. He pulls me against him as he puts his back to the side of a building.

  “You’re saying it was your father who hired me, but I just heard you tell your father you love him. This isn’t adding up to me. Are you scared of him or not?”

  I laugh at the idea of being scared of my father. He might be scary to others, even in his late forties, but he’s not a bit scary to me. He’s just overbearing and controlling. Kind of like someone I’m getting to know right now.

  “No, I’m not scared of him. I just don’t want to go back to his cage.”

  “Cage?” Sam growls.

  “Not a real cage.” I roll my eyes. “We live outside Seattle, but it’s in the middle of nowhere, and he never lets me go anywhere. He’s paranoid.”

  “He just wants you back home?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “Well too fucking bad. I’m keeping you.”

  “Keeping me?” I gape at him, but find myself settling into his warm body, liking the feel of him against me.

  “You can’t just keep me. What kind of life would that be? I go from one cage to another?” Although a cage with Samuel doesn’t sound so bad. But it’s still a prison.

  “I wouldn’t hold you hostage. Just keep you chained to me. I’d let you go anywhere you like as long as I got to go with you.”

  “Forget it. He’ll just find me and take me back. You’ll only slow me down.”

  “Marry me and he can’t take you from me.”

  “Marry you? Are you crazy?”

  “I’m starting to think maybe I am a little since you came into my life. If you marry me, I won’t give you back to him. You’ll be mine.”

  Excitement rushes through my body. Why is this so tempting and exciting? Is it something about Vegas? Is it in the air? I’ve watched a ton of movies where people run off to Vegas and get married and get their happily ever after. I want that. It’s why I left home to begin with. I never got to see how two people fall in love in real life outside of movies or television. Maybe this is what it’s like.

  “I’ll marry you, but promise me you won’t let him take me back.”

  “Promise.”

  Chapter 5

  Samuel

  “Are you going to cuff me to the bed again?”

  “Not unless you want me to.” I smile at Nika, and she smiles back at me. I can see she’s nervous, and I want to put her at ease. We walk into the hotel room, and I turn on a lamp beside the king-size bed. I wait as she walks over to it.

  She blushes a little as she comes close. “I can’t believe we got married. That was so fast. But I guess it’s Vegas, and you can get married just about anywhere here.”

  Taking a few steps, I meet her halfway, taking her cheeks in my big hands. She’s so little compared to me, and it makes me feel protective of her. “You nervous, kitten?”

  “Yeah,” she says, looking up and smiling. “How
’d you know?”

  “Because I think you’re going to start talking about the weather next.” Her hands come up and rub across my chest shyly. My heartbeat picks up at her touch, but I relax, wanting her to explore me and gain some confidence. “You ever done this before?”

  She looks at me through her lashes and shakes her head.

  “Me either.”

  Her eyes grow big at my words, a shocked expression on her face. “Never?”

  “Why are you so surprised? You haven’t.” I feel shy admitting it, but she’s my wife so no secrets.

  “Yes, but I grew up sheltered and not really around anyone my own age.” She takes a step closer to me, and it feels like my confession is strengthening our bond.

  “Yeah, well, I grew up in a home where my parents’ love was what I wanted. And I wasn’t settling until I found something like that. No reason to play around with someone if they weren’t the one. I wanted my first time to be with my soul mate. My dad once told me if he knew my mom was out there, he never would have touched another woman before her. He told me he wished he could have given her that.”

  Her mouth falls open slightly, and she licks her soft pink lips. “Do you think that’s what I am?” The words are breathy as she presses her body against mine.

  “Without a doubt, yes.” Leaning down, I take her lips, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth. The attraction between us ignites as it does every time we kiss, and suddenly she’s crawling up my body. I grab her ass with both hands, pulling her up as her legs wind around my waist.

  Leaning her back on the bed, I blanket her little body with mine, giving her my weight. I want her to feel me everywhere just as I feel her touch flowing through my body.

  I break the kiss, pulling back to rip away my shirt. We’re both breathing hard, and I feel her hands grabbing at my clothes and pulling with a need as desperate as my own. We’re both inexperienced and fumbling as we get naked, kissing as we undress. The passion between us flares, and it’s a violent force that pushes us together.

  Once I’ve got her completely naked under me, and the last of my clothes fall away, I look down at her, seeing my wife and my soul mate reaching for me.

  “Jesus fucking Christ. You’re too hot for me.” I kiss her breast and lick her nipples. Her giggle turns to a moan as I bite her there, unable to control myself.

  “You’re not so bad yourself, muzh.”

  “I don’t know what that means, but I hope it’s not ‘asshole.’” I look up and see her smiling at me as I kiss down her belly and move between her legs.

  I look at her bare pussy and see she’s glistening with need. I take a deep breath, smelling her, and my mouth waters. “God, your pussy is so pretty. And it smells so good.”

  “If you’ve never done this before, how do you know it’s pretty? And how do you know what to do?”

  I look up and give her a cocky smile. “I said I’d never done it before. I didn’t say I’ve never watched porn. A lot of porn. And maybe a few instructional YouTube videos.”

  She blushes and covers her face with her hands. “I don’t want to know.” I hear the shy smile in her words as she tries to close her legs.

  Pushing them back open, I kiss the top of her pussy, feeling the softness against my lips. “I just wanted to be a good husband.”

  Moving down, I kiss the inside of her thighs and feel her tremble. “Relax, kitten. You know how good it feels when we kiss. I’m just going to kiss you here, too.” I lean forward, giving her one long lick against her core, and she nearly comes off the bed. I reach up and hold her hips down, all the while giving her long full licks. Her taste is indescribable, and I close my eyes, feeling addicted to it. I start to suck on her clit, gently flicking it with my tongue as I feel more of her wetness seep out.

  Her hands come to my hair, and her hips move with my rhythm. I try to remember everything I learned and keep a steady pulse on her clit. I give it just the gentlest of bites, and Nika tenses up, arching off the bed. I do it once more, and she shouts my name, cumming against my face.

  I can feel her pussy pulse under me as her orgasm takes hold of her. She grips my hair tighter, and I welcome the pain, wanting her to take all her pleasure from me.

  Once I know I’ve dragged every clench from her, and she’s lying there, limp, I climb up her body, my hard cock aching for relief.

  When we’re at eye level, she pulls me down hard and kisses me fiercely. The taste of her pussy spreads between us, and she moans at the flavor. I press my cock to her core, needing to feel her wet heat. I’m desperate to be inside her, but I want her to tell me when she’s ready. Her hips move under me, undulating in invitation, but I want the words.

  I break our kiss and look into her eyes. “Tell me, Nika. Ask me for it.”

  “Make love to me, Samuel. Make me yours.”

  I press my cheek to hers and close my eyes tightly. “Forever, my love,” I whisper, and press the tip of my cock into her virgin opening.

  Holding her to me tightly, I push in gently, feeling her barrier stop me. I turn my head and kiss her neck, whispering how beautiful she is as I thrust through it. Nika only tenses for a second and then relaxes and breathes as I gently rock in and out of her. After only a few thrusts she’s rubbing against me, her pleasure outweighing the pain.

  Leaning up a little, I look down into her eyes, and as we connect in the most intimate way physically, I feel our hearts do the same.

  “I love you, Nika.” Leaning down, I kiss her lips, unable to wait and see if she says it back. She may not be ready to, and while that’s okay, I couldn’t bear the thought of her hesitation. Instead, I swallow the words she may have spoken, thrusting into her harder.

  Her moans grow, and she clings to me, her body begging for release. I reach between us, rubbing her clit, and feel her clamp down on my cock. Her already-tight channel grips me even tighter, and I grit my teeth to keep from cumming.

  Neither of us talked about protection so I don’t know if I should cum inside her or not.

  “I’m on the shot. You can cum in me,” she says, as if she’s reading my mind. I rub her clit faster, needing her to cum with me.

  After a few firm strokes, she reaches up, grabbing my hair and pulling me to her as she cums. She moans loud and long, saying my name over and over, her pussy pulsing with her release.

  I give in and nearly collapse on top of her as my own orgasm takes hold. I feel my balls draw up and my shaft pulse as every drop of me goes into her. It’s like she’s sucking the life out of me, and if this is how I die, I’m totally okay to go.

  It feels like hours pass when it’s probably only seconds, but when I find the Earth again, I look down at Nika and smile.

  Reaching up, she presses her palm to my cheek and looks at me with what I can only guess is love. It’s pure and innocent and absolutely perfect.

  “Lyublyu tebya.” She whispers the words, and I lean in to her touch.

  “Does that mean ‘again’? Because I’m ready when you are.”

  Her laugh becomes a moan as I turn us over and thrust in deep.

  Chapter 6

  Nika

  “Oh God.” I pull at the cuffs that have me locked to the bed as Samuel eats me. I don’t think I can take another orgasm after the two he gave me in the shower not twenty minutes ago.

  “Please,” I beg, the cuffs dinging against the metal rod.

  “Told you that you couldn’t get out of them with my mouth on your pussy.” He starts licking my clit again, sucking it into his mouth. He’s right. I can’t think when he does that, and he’s been on me all night.

  After we got out of the shower, I told him we needed to get on the road. We should’ve left last night because my father won’t be far behind. Now that I have Samuel, I definitely don’t want my father to take me back home. I don’t want him to take me away from Samuel. I finally have something to lose, and I can’t stand the thought.

  “Come on, kitten, cum in my mouth. I want the taste of you on my lip
s if I’m going to be driving all day,” he growls against my pussy, making my whole body buck up off the bed. He grabs my hips, holding me as I cum. I lock my legs around him, unable to take any more.

  “Samuel, please!” I beg as my body shakes with the pleasure still coursing through it. I drop my legs from his waist as he crawls up my body, trailing kissing up my stomach, making me squirm. Even that’s too much. He climbs on top of me and kisses my neck before uncuffing me from the bed.

  “Let’s get on the road.” He pulls me from the bed, placing a kiss on my lips before he starts getting his stuff together. I’m surprised my legs still work. I dress lazily, knowing I should be moving faster, but I feel like I don’t have any bones in my body.

  After getting dressed and packing my stuff, I stand by the door, waiting for Samael. He’s typing away at his computer before he closes it, packing it away, too.

  “Everything good?” I ask, wondering what he was doing on his computer.

  “Perfect.” He throws his bag over his shoulder before making his way over to me, trapping me against the wall. He takes my mouth in a deep kiss, and I’m suddenly climbing up his body and breathless.

  “It’s Thanksgiving,” he says, pulling back from the kiss and placing his forehead against mine.

  “I forgot.” The reminder of the holiday makes me miss my mom and dad, but I push past it.

  “I love you.”

  “I love—” My words cut off when I feel the cuff snap around my wrist. I look into his eyes, and I can tell this isn’t some sweet little sex game we’re about to play.

  I jerk my arm, and that’s when I notice he’s cuffed himself to me.

  “What are you doing?” A little panic starts to rise in my chest.

  “I’m doing what needs to be done, kitten. Don’t fight me.” His uncuffed hand slips into the front of my jeans, going straight for my pussy. My legs part a little more on their own, wanting his touch, and I feel his fingers press against my wet clit.