Taking the Fall: The Full Complete Series

by Alexa Riley

  “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 lips 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.
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  “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.

  “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 p
ulls 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. Samuel 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.