Fall Into Place (Taking the Fall)

by Riley, Alexa

  “Stop, Samuel,” I moan, pressing myself into his hand.

  He leans down, burying his head in my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses there as he strums my pussy. “Come on, kitten, cum for me again. Show me how your body was made to be mine just like mine was made to be yours.”

  His words are dirty but filled with love, and the pressure of his hand as it works so perfectly against me sends me over. He presses his body against mine to keep me from sliding down the wall as the orgasm grips me. When I’m finally able to open my eyes, I see he’s smirking at me.

  “I love making my fierce little kitten docile.” He kisses my lips, and I just glare at him, making his smile bigger. He takes his hands from my pants and licks his fingers clean, and all I can do is blush. Why that makes me blush after all the things he’s done to me, I have no idea. But the feel of the cuff on me has me coming back to reality.

  “You did that to make me forget about the cuff,” I snap, but there’s no power behind my words. I just want to lie back down on the bed and take a nap now. We didn’t get much sleep last night, and between that and him making me cum as often as he can, I’m not sure how I’m going to make it through this day.

  “I might have, but trust me, kitten, I love getting you off. Watching your sweet body go all soft because of me is the biggest turn on in the fucking world.”

  “Why?” I’m leery of what he’s up to. He’s pushing me past the point of exhaustion, and I feel like there’s a reason why.

  “Next time I'll make you watch yourself in the mirror so you can see how hot you look, and you’ll understand.”

  “That’s not what I meant.” I hold my cuffed hand up, bringing his along with it, and I wiggle it. “The cuffs, Samuel. Why? We’re married now. I won’t run from you.”

  “I love—” I place my hand over his mouth because he’s not doing that again. “Samuel,” I warn before dropping my hand.

  “I’m taking you home to my family. It's Thanksgiving, and my mom will have my hide if I don’t show up. She might be little like you, but she’s feisty when she doesn’t get what she wants. And Thanksgiving with the family is something I can’t miss without getting hell for it.”

  My heart warms hearing him talk about his family. I can see the love for them all over his face, but we can’t go there right now. “He’ll find us there. My dad will try to take me from you,” I plead with Samuel, knowing it’s selfish not to want him to go home for Thanksgiving.

  “No one will ever take you from me.” His face goes hard and adopts an expression I’ve never seen before. Not even when I hit him to escape him did he have that face. This face is deadly, showing every part of the bounty hunter in him.

  “I know, I know.” I use my free hand to reach up and cup his face, trying to get that look to drop away. At the first touch of my hand, he leans into me, relaxing and letting the anger go.

  “Maybe just drop me somewhere while you go? If my dad shows up you can—”

  “Fuck no. We’re going home. I won’t run. We’re facing this, and I’m keeping you. End of story.”

  “You don’t understand,” I say, the panic clear in my voice.

  “Kitten, calm down. I don’t like hearing your voice like that.”

  I can’t calm down. “Please. I can’t lose you. I just…can’t.”

  “I already told your dad we’d meet him there. It’s done. We’re facing this thing.”

  My stomach drops, and a tear slips free. My dad knows for sure I’m with Samuel now. Samuel kisses the tear, stopping it in its tracks with his lips, and I try to breathe.

  “Trust me.”

  All I can do is hang my head. I’ll just have to soak up as much time with him as I can. I can try to escape again when my father takes me back. But what if Samuel thinks it’s all too much, having to deal with my dad, and he decides to wash his hands of me?

  “I just…” I don’t know if I can trust him. He said he wouldn’t let my dad take me back, but here he is taking me to him.

  “Kitten, look at me.” I raise my head to meet his eyes. “This is new to both of us, and it all happened so fast, but I’m about to show you how much you can trust me.”

  I pray he’s right.

  Chapter 7

  Nika

  “Did you say Sam is holding Viktor’s daughter?” an older blonde woman says, the shock clear in her voice.

  “Against her will,” I say, making them all turn to look at me. I yank on the cuff Samuel has still refused to release me from.

  “Kitten, knock that off or you’re going to bruise your wrist.”

  “Stop calling me that, you zalupa.” I grit out at him, still a little mad about our fight in the car. I tried to talk him out of this one last time as we pulled up to the warehouse. He told me this was his parents’ house and the place where he grew up. When we pulled up it didn’t look like anything special, but the inside is completely different. It looks like a home, and from the outside you’d never know.

  “Fine, I’ll go back to calling you ‘wife.’”

  I let out a string of Russian curses that would make my mother cringe as they all look at us in shock. Way to just dive right in, Samuel. I don’t know why I’m shocked. Everything about him is full force. As much as it pisses me off right now, I like it. It’s different than I’m used to, and it’s the reason I love him.

  “Congratulations, Samuel. You just married the daughter of one of the best hitmen to ever come out of Russia,” the man next to the blonde woman says.

  “Retired,” I chime in. “But if you let me go, he’ll never have to know I was ever here.”

  “No,” both the man and Samuel say at the same time.

  “He’s probably already here,” the older man adds, releasing a deep breath.

  “And on that happy note, we’re out of here.” A young couple about our age walks past us. The guy grabs the redhead next to him and pulls her out the door. The two of them make it clear they don’t want any part of this, and I don’t blame them.

  Samuel leans down next to me, whispering in my ear. He pulls me close, and although I want to jerk away because I’m still upset about the fight in the car, I melt into him. “That’s Mary, my twin, and her husband, Anthony.” I look up at him in surprise because he and his twin look nothing alike. I’m not sure how anything could’ve shared a womb with his giant body.

  “And the two people yapping about your dad coming here are his parents, Saint and Jeanette.”

  “Wait, Tony. I wanted to talk about the baby!” Jeanette goes to chase after them, but Saint grabs her by the waist while keeping his eyes on me.

  Suddenly, a disheveled redhead and a man who looks just like my Samuel walk into the room. I know instantly they’re Carter and Cherry, Samuel’s parents. He told me about them in the car on the way here, and I finally get the twin thing. Samuel and Mary look just like their parents. It’s freaky.

  “Can anyone tell me why Viktor Kozar just pulled up to the warehouse, looking like he’s about to murder someone?” My heart starts pounding at Carter’s words, and I latch onto Samuel.

  “Yeah, because your son married his daughter,” Saint says, propping his shoulder against the wall.

  “You got married, too? Is no one going to let me plan a wedding around here? Carter!” Cherry pulls on Carter like he can un-marry us. Suddenly, I feel guilty that I took this away from her. Hell, I took it away from my mom, too. I’m her only daughter, and I never even thought about that.

  “I’m guessing she’s the daughter of the woman you tracked down for him all those years ago?”

  Before I can ask how everyone knows my father, he’s standing in the doorway. Carter moves his wife behind him as he turns to face my dad. Samuel tries to do the same, but I push back, ending up in front of him. His arms lock around me in a possessive hold, but since we’re still cuffed it’s not like I’m going anywhere easily.

  My dad’s face is hard only for a minute before he’s in front of me, trying to pull me into his arms. S
amuel reluctantly lets me go, but the cuff doesn’t allow me much movement. My dad still manages to lift me from my feet, hugging me tight.

  He doesn’t get upset often, and when he does it’s usually to do with my mother and me. But when he’s like this, he speaks Russian. As he holds me, he tells me how worried he’s been. I hug him back the best I can with one arm, feeling bad that I upset him. I hate it, but there was no other way. He would’ve never let me go.

  “Sweetheart, can I have a turn?” I open my eyes to see my mother standing behind him. I'm of the same stature as my mother, but that’s where the similarity ends. She has long blonde hair and soft green eyes. My dad always called her an angel because she really does look like one.

  My dad places me on the ground, and my mom comes in for her hug.

  “Have you been having fun?” She pulls back, cupping my face in her hands. “Just like your father, you needed some adventure.”

  “She doesn’t need adventure,” my dad says from behind her, making my mom turn to look at him. With her one look, he stops talking. I know the look she gave him. It’s not a hard glare like my father’s, it’s the one filled with love that makes us melt and do whatever she asks.

  “Is he, like, going to kill us all?” Jeanette asks from behind me.

  My mom tilts her head and looks at her. “No, because without you two, he wouldn’t have his daughter in the first place.”

  “Is this the family I’ve heard you talk about, Mom?” I ask. I know the story of my mom and dad. It’s a story my mom loves to tell. How she knew my dad was watching her, but he’d never make a move. So she disappeared, knowing he’d come and find her. And he did with the help of a man named Saint and his friend Carter. To this day my mom still giggles about the story of giving my dad the slip. How my dad went from hard as stone to soft as cookie dough for her when he finally found her.

  “What are you talking about, kitten?”

  “My dad reached out to you to find me on purpose. He knows your family. I’m guessing he didn’t count on you trying to keep me.”

  Samuel pulls me back into his arms, locking them around me again. “There is no trying.” His words are firm, and gone is any sign of his usual humor.

  My dad stares at him, and I know Samuel is probably just staring back.

  “You asked me to find her, and I did. Here she is. She’s safe and sound, and that’s how she’ll stay with me.”

  My dad goes to take a step towards us, but my mom puts a hand on his arm. He stops instantly at her touch, my mom able to help him see reason.

  “Don’t make us lose her. You’re pushing so hard because you think someone is going to hurt her. There isn’t anyone anymore, sweetheart. No one is after us, and if you keep pushing we’ll lose her because she’ll just keep running from us.”

  “It’s hard to let go,” he says, looking down at my mom, and I know what he means. My mom said my dad spent so many years never feeling anything that when he felt for the first time with her it was like a floodgate opened. He latched onto her so tightly, and with me it was worse. He’s never loved anything before us, and he’s scared to lose it and go back to what he used to be—an unfeeling person. I just wish he’d see that if he let me go, he’d actually have me.

  “I know. But it’s time. You’ve given her everything you wanted. You even turned her into a mini you. I think she’ll be okay.

  The room goes eerily quiet, no one wanting to speak after that.

  My dad looks over my shoulder, locking eyes with Samuel. “You’ll protect her?”

  “With my very life, but to be honest she’s pretty good at protecting herself. If my busted lip isn’t a sign of that, I’m not sure what is.”

  My dad looks down at me and finally smiles. He raises an eyebrow, and he looks almost proud.

  Cherry pops her head out from behind Carter’s back. “Am I getting two grandbabies now?” She has such a hopeful look on her face I can’t help but laugh.

  “Lays We almost just died and you’re thinking about babies.” Jeanette picks up a pen and throws it at her.

  “I want more girls. You stole them all!” Cherry whines, and Carter rolls his eyes.

  Jeanette walks over to the bar and grabs a drink. “Let it go, Lays. Let. It. Go. It’s been over twenty years already.” Cherry glares, but Jeanette just flips her middle finger at her.

  “So who wants a drink?” Saint goes over to the bar and starts passing out glasses.

  I feel the cuff around my wrist loosen, and I look down to see Samuel take it off. “Happy Thanksgiving, kitten.”

  When my wrist is free I throw myself at him, climbing up his body and holding him in a tight hug. I never dreamed that I could have everything I wanted all at once. This is by far more that I could’ve wished for.

  “I love you, wife,” Samuel says, holding me and kissing my lips.

  “I love you, muzh,” I whisper against his mouth, and the room goes silent again.

  “What did you just call him?”

  The sound of my mother’s shock echoes through the warehouse. I close my eyes and bury my face in Samuels’s neck. Looks like we’ve got our own story to tell.

  Chapter 8

  Samuel

  Six months later…

  “Why do you have to do this every time we go after a bounty?” Nika says breathlessly as she bounces up and down on my cock.

  “Because I just need to reassure myself that everything is going to be okay, kitten. You don’t like it?”

  We’re on the stairs of our condo in Vegas. The height difference between us has almost disappeared as she’s bent over and positioned two steps up from me. We moved into this place as soon as we left home, knowing Tony and Mary would want their own space just as much as we would.

  I’ve got her jeans down just enough for me to get to her pussy, and my jeans are barely off my ass. This was meant to be a quickie, but I can’t get enough of her. I try to speed it up, hurriedly fucking before we need to go. We are both fully dressed other than where my cock and her pussy are going at it. I couldn’t be bothered to remove her clothes before. My need was too strong.

  I look down and watch my thickness covered in her cream as it fucks in and out of her fast. Gripping her hips tighter, I pull her to me, using her body to jerk me off. I feel her tighten and squeeze around me as more of her cream spreads between us. She may complain about this, but it’s all a front. She loves when I grab her and take her, giving us both what we want.

  “That’s it, kitten. Give it over to me and make your husband happy. All I want is your sweet love dripping down my cock. I need you, Nika. Please.” She lets out a little growl at my words, trying to act like she’s mad. “I just need to feel whole, kitten. This is the only way.”

  She moans at my words, leaning into me and making my slide in and out of her that much smoother. I feel her clench harder as she gives over to the feeling and cums on me. It’s exactly what I need to calm the worry in my heart, and I go over the edge with her. I pull her to me one last time, holding myself in her as I cum inside her pussy. The feeling of her warm heaven pulsing around my cock is so fucking perfect.

  I always get so worked up any time we’re taking down a skip. We’ve been doing it together since we got to Vegas, and I still get nervous every time. When we first got back and I was going to go out on a bounty, she said she wanted to come with me. I put my foot down and told her over my dead body, only to have her take me down to the ground and kick my ass.

  Nika is trained as well as I am, and that’s saying something. She actually knows more about weapons than I do, but I’d never admit it. She’s tough as nails, and after we trained as a team for a while and went through different scenarios, we started doing them together. I was worried about her at first, but we got into a tussle with a skip a few months ago, and I got to see her in action. It made me hard as fuck seeing her kick that guy's ass. I had to fuck her in the car out behind the police station after we dropped him off. Goddamn, my wife is sexy as hell.
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br />   Pulling out of her warmth, I turn her around on the stairs and claim her mouth. Her lips are soft and sweet and welcome my tongue. She tangles hers with mine, and I get lost in the moment. After a second she breaks the kiss, pressing her cheek to mine.

  “Ya lyublyu tebya, muzh,” she whispers, and I hold her to me.

  “I love you, too, wife.”

  I’ve been learning some of her Russian words, and those are my favorites. I’ll never get tired of hearing she loves me, or of her calling me her husband.

  “Thank you, kitten. I needed that.”

  “It’s time to go, Samuel.” She kisses my cheek, and I let out another breath. She’s right. I know I’ll die before I let anything happen to her, and I know she’s a badass. I just needed some extra attention before we had to go.

  We both fix our clothes and then strap in. I check over her body to make sure she’s all set, and she checks over my weapons, making sure I’m good to go. We kiss on the lips one last time before we exit the door and head out. I never thought I’d have a bounty hunter for a wife, but having her by my side is pretty fucking cool. She’s as strong as me, and honestly better than me in most ways, and I’m lucky she’s beside me.

  I don’t know how long we’ll do this together, but Nika wants to live life and see the world. I’ll give her anything and everything she wants, starting with these adventures. When she’s ready to settle down with a family, I’ll be all too eager to put a baby inside her. I can’t wait to keep her at home and under me, but until then, we’re having one hell of a ride.

  Epilogue

  Samuel

  Five years later…

  “Mudak!”

  “Come on, kitten. Don’t be mad at me. You were the one who said you didn’t want any drugs.”

  “You gave me a baby with a giant head and now I have to push it out!” She lays her head back on the pillow, exhausted after three hours of pushing. “I can’t do it anymore.” I see tears form at the corner of her eye, and my heart breaks.