Fall Into Place(23)

“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.