Falling for the Hitman

by N. Alleman

  8

  Nadia

  I don't know what has come over me, but I can’t seem to stop myself. As soon as Alexi got close enough to touch me, I melted. And now we’re kissing, and I’m quickly becoming consumed by him. It’s hard to breathe, and I’m feeling dizzy.

  So many things important things should be on my mind, but I’ve shut them all out so I can focus on the one thing that makes sense to me in this moment the insanely sexy man in front of me right now who seems to want me as much as I want him.

  Forget Damien. Forget whoever is after me. Forget that I might spend the rest of my life behind bars. Just for this moment, I’ll do anything to forget about them all and let this man have me.

  There’s something about Alexi, something that frees me, and that is also dragging me in. For someone who has always felt trapped by life, I can’t stop myself from wanting this more.

  I try to lose myself in his kisses, but a nagging voice in the back of my head reminds me I barely know this man. He’s very closed off, and about the only thing I know about him is that he’s a killer. And for those reasons the fact that he actually told me something significant about his past means something. It’s not enough, but it’s a start.

  A feel a gush of wetness between my legs, and my nipples harden against the fabric of my bra. It’s been so long since I’ve felt desire like this for a man. I’d long since given up on the hope of having anything like this in my life.

  I drag him closer to me, wanting to make my intention clear. I fear he assumes I’m too fragile, that I need to be treated with kid gloves, but that’s not what I want right now. I need him to take me hard and fast. I want him to take my breath away and make me forget.

  I boldly yank his shirt up over his head, and it feels good to behave in a way that’s so out of character for me. Usually in the bedroom, I’m passive and quiet. At least, that’s how I was with Damien, and he’s the only man that I’ve ever made love to before. But there’s something about Alexi that brings out another side of me. He makes me feel like playing the role of a sexual goddess.

  “Wow,” I pant, running my hands over his muscular body. His abs are to-die-for, and he’s clearly worked hard for those sculpted arms and that impressive chest.

  Immediately, I feel inadequate.

  He’s too good for me – just look at that body! How the hell is he going to feel when he sees what I have going on underneath my clothes?

  But before I can allow myself to get lost in my negative thoughts, Alexi bends his head to my neck, leaving a trail of hot hisses as hands roam over my body. He traces the curve of my hip, and aa small groan erupts from his throat.so he must find me sexy, even if I don't feel that way.

  “Oh God,” he moans, starting to hitch my top up. “Nadia, you’re so gorgeous.”

  His words send a weird fluttery feeling through my stomach, and I gulp back a ball of emotion. I’m tempted to believe he really means it. Looking back, even when Damien was being nice and acting like a gentleman, he never gave me a compliment that felt as real.

  My blouse is tossed aside and Alexi’s fingers search for the clasp on my bra. Being so exposed makes me nervous and I can’t help but giggle.

  “You okay?” he asks, though I think he knows it’s nerves.

  I nod and pull him in for another kiss. This man excited me in a way I’m not used to. And his apparent hunger for me has given me a confidence boost that I desperately need.

  I want more.

  He traces his thumbs across my nipples, and they pebble under his touch. I’m filled with anticipation, and my senses are heightened.

  “You really are something else, aren’t you?” he asks, wearing a look of unveiled admiration on his handsome face.

  Before I can form a coherent answer, his mouth covers one of my breasts, and my head lolls back in ecstasy. His mouth works at exploring every inch of me licking, nipping, sucking until he may know my body better than he knows his own.

  He lifts me into his arms and I wrap my legs around him, letting me feel the erection he is so clearly hiding under his pants. He sets me down with my butt on a table behind us. I’m not sure what he’s doing, but before I can guess, he’s hiked up my skirt and ripped off my panties. I’m completely exposed. My legs spread wide with him standing between them.

  This is all foreign to me. The first time I was with Damien I needed to be in the dark, under the covers, hidden away—but with this man, this dangerous killer—I want him to see all of me. The naked lust in his gaze has me more turned on than I’ve ever been. I’ve never had a man look at me that way before, and I can see how a woman could become addicted to that. I never want it to end.

  I assume he’s going to take his clothes off, to move things along, but to my surprise he doesn’t. Instead, he continues to worship my body with his mouth. He continues to kiss me all over.

  I shut my eyes and try to enjoy the sensations. What he is doing to me feels amazing. Not only is he taking my mind off all the shit that’s happening in my life, but he’s making me feel good too. Twenty minutes ago I would have said that was impossible.

  His mouth finds my thighs, and I have to grip tightly to the end of the table, just to keep myself upright. This is an oddly erotic area of my body, and by feeling his breath on them, and his lips brushing along my legs, I fear I might lose control completely.

  “Fuck. Alexi, what are you doing to me?”

  All of sudden I become acutely aware of a hot wetness between my legs, and my eyes snap open in shock. I glance down nervously to see his head between my legs, his mouth on my entrance, his tongue flickering all over me, making me feel incredible.

  Of course I know about this sort of thing—I’ve seen movies and read books before—but I’ve never experienced it for myself before, and I didn’t realize that it could feel so damn good. I always assumed that it would be messy and uncomfortable, but actually it’s sending all kinds of crazy bolts of desire coursing right through me.

  “Oh my God,” I yell out in joy. Bliss is circling through my body, sending me flying higher than air, and I find myself in a moment that I want to last forever. This might be insane, it might not make any damn sense, but it feels good. After all the bad I’ve been through, having this good is incredible. “Please, I need you inside me!”

  As if I’ve commanded him to, he stands up to face me, resting his forehead against mine for a second, but his need for me to feel satisfied seems relentless and he continues to toy with me, this time with his fingers. He plunges into me, driving me wild, and I want to give him some pleasure too. I don't want it to be all about me. This needs to be memorable for him too, so I pull him close to me, near enough for me to grab him and trail my fingers up and down his pulsing erection.

  The more turned on I get, the braver I get. Slowly, I tug down his zipper and push his pants down until they hit the floor. Then I do the same with his underwear too, freeing him completely from his material prison. Once he’s exposed, I move my hand back to him, gasping loudly as I feel just how much he has for me. He’s huge, absolutely massive, and I can’t wait to feel what it’ll be like to have him inside of me.

  I run my fingers over his length trying to determine the kind of touch he likes. When he begins panting, leaning against me, my confidence grows and I wrap my hand around his thick cock.

  I move my hand up and down, settling into a comfortable rhythm, and Alexi drives his fingers inside me harder and faster until I almost can’t take it anymore. This man has unlocked an animalistic desire inside of me I don’t even recognize.

  “Shit,” he practically yells, forcing himself to move away from me. “If you’re not careful I’m gonna come, but I don’t want to do that unless it’s inside you.”

  We stare at each other, fire in our eyes, and I whisper, “Do it.”

  He moves back between my legs, and as my heartbeat races, he angles himself and slides every inch of his amazing length deep inside of me.

  “Oh wow,” I gasp as he slowly thrusts
.

  “Fucking hell,” he groans.

  Having him inside me feels so incredible I fear I might explode. If he keeps driving me to the edge of desire like this, , it will be the first orgasm that I’ve ever experienced during sex... and that’s both terrifying and exhilarating in equal measures.

  I thrust back against him as much as I can from where my position, not wanting him to be gentle with me, and he soon gets the hint. He fucks me hard and fast enough to make the damn thing is rattle like there’s an earthquake underneath us.

  His lovemaking is exactly what I need, and with it Alexi is dragging me in even deeper. I can feel myself teetering dangerously close towards feelings I shouldn’t be experiencing, something far too real to be safe. As the pressure builds, and the hot waves of my climax crashes over me in endless waves, I can feel it becoming even more real.

  I could really fall for this man, So much so that I won’t care who he really is.

  A final shudder rocks my body, and Alexi picks me up and throws me body onto the cold floor beneath him.. He slams his rock-hard dick into me, driving himself towards the edge.

  Wanting to prolong our lovemaking, I roll to the side and swing my body around until I’m on top of him. Seated astride him, he can see all of me.

  His gasp tells me he’s surprised by my actions, but nothing can conceal the naked desire I see in his eyes. I slide myself down onto him, and am rewarded by a grunt of satisfaction from him. I want is to give him the time of his life, and when he reaches up to fondle my breasts, I know I’ve done the right thing.

  “Nadia,” he screams as ecstasy consumes him. “Nadia, you’re amazing.”

  Hearing my name fall from his lips at the height of passion fills me with joy. That’s something I don't think I’ll ever tire of. This man makes me feel wanted, needed even, in a way I’ve never felt before. And I think that is something I’ve always craved, even if I haven’t known that until now.

  Oh my God, I start to panic as we lie next to one another panting. This feels like so much more than just a random hook-up. This might have been something that could be utterly life–changing.

  9

  Alexi

  Whoa.

  When I wake up the next morning, in my own bed, I’m amazed as I realize what happened last night. I spin over onto my side and see the most beautiful woman in the world lying next to me. It makes me giddy. Of course, I know this is bad. I’m not fucking stupid, but it feels so good being next to her

  Maybe I shouldn’t keep beating myself up about it. I know mixing business with pleasure, but this job has turned out to be more than a little unusual. Doesn’t that at least kind of excuse it?

  I don't know the answer to that, but I do know that Nadia has started to fill the hole in my heart. Oddly, she makes me feel complete, and I don't know what is going to happen with that.

  This isn’t the time to be thinking about the two of us. I need to focus on the case and what to do about it.

  With that in mind, I slip from the bed and into the shower. I need a moment alone to try and figure things out. Hot water pours over my head, opening up my brain and letting me think. This is the place where I’m most content in the world, and where I get all of my best thinking done. When I’m in here, locked away with only my thoughts for company, I can become a criminal mastermind—and today I need that more than ever.

  Before long, I realize what we need to do.

  As concerned as I am about the person who tried to pin this on Nadia, I don't know where to start finding them. How the hell do you hunt for a needle in a haystack? So I figure the best place to begin with is the evidence. One, because it might lead me to the culprit. It might give me a clue, and two because I don't want the cops to have anything on Nadia. I think I got rid of it all, but of course I can’t be a hundred percent certain and that scares me. One of my biggest jobs is to keep her out of trouble, and I’ll do whatever I can to achieve that.

  I might not be relishing the idea of going to the police station, and stealing evidence, but I think that I might have to. There won’t be anything left at the house, of that I can be sure. The cops will have cleared the whole place out—so this is the only way. It won’t be the first time that I’ve done something this dangerous at a police station, and honestly it doesn’t get any easier.

  Now I’ve got to tell Nadia the plan...

  I sigh deeply as I towel dry my body, and for a brief second my mind flickers back to last night. Nadia’s body arching against mine, pressed up against me, buckling under the sheer intensity of her orgasm racing through her…that was the sexiest damn thing that I’ve ever seen, and I hope more than anything that I’ll get to see it again.

  I don't know what it is about Nadia, why she seems to be different than every other chick, but she is. I don't think that it’s just because she’s either. II really feel like there’s more to it, but I’m not totally ready to deal with any of that just yet.

  I make my way back into the bedroom and find her stirring, slowly waking up, and I can’t help but smile to myself. Even in the morning when she first wakes up, she’s the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen.

  “Morning beautiful.” I move towards her. “Did you sleep well?”

  “Better than ever,” she replies, leaning up to kiss me. As her lips meet mine, I realize that in a way we’re already acting kind of couple-y... and that I actually don't mind it.

  What the hell has happened to me?

  “How about you?” she asks.

  “Yeah, good, thanks,” I reply. “I’ve just been thinking about what we should do next, and I think we need to head back to the police station.”

  “What? Why?” She gasps, pulling back away from me. “Do I have to turn myself in? Oh my God, what the hell am I going to do?”

  “No, no, no,” I do my best to reassure her before her panic gets out of control, and she grips tightly to my hands, staring at me, her face a mask of fear. “Nothing like that. What I need to do is get hold of the evidence that the cops have, I need to know what they’ve got to see how much they actually have proving that it could be you... and I also want some clues as to who it might have actually been.”

  “Okay,” she replies slowly.

  “Do you have any ideas?” I ask her once more, knowing that it’s fruitless. “Can you think of anyone who might have a grudge against you?”

  I’m not ruling out that it might be someone against me yet, but I figure that I might as well cover every single angle. She simply shakes her head, looking totally bewildered.

  “Okay, just thought I’d check. You want to get dressed? The sooner we get this accomplished, the better.”

  When we arrive at the police station, I sense Nadia trembling next to me. I slip my hand in hers, entwining our fingers, hoping I can reassure her. She looks up at me, shooting me that lovely smile. Even though she’s trying to be brave, I can tell that she’s scared.

  “Don't worry,” I whisper, kissing her cheek. “This will only be a short while and everything will be okay, I promise.” Of course I’m not positive I can keep that promise, but I’m confident enough in my abilities to say it aloud.

  As we walk through the door, I see a clerk sitting at the desk, one I’ve dealt with before. The guy’s a dirtbag. He likes to think of himself as above anyone else, and he also assumes that he’s completely irresistible to women, which gives me an idea.

  “Hey Nadia, go and flirt with that guy.” I point to him, and she gives me an odd look.

  “Just enough to distract him. I need to get past him, that’s all. Do you think you can manage that?”

  She doesn’t look convinced, but she nods, and I’m going to have to accept that as an okay. I only need her to do it for a few moments.

  I hang back as she makes her way over to him, and though I can’t hear what’s being said, I can already tell from his body language that he’s captivated by her..

  To be fair, Nadia is so beautiful that she doesn’t really need to do a lot to grab
his attention. Her eyes, her face, that body... it all does the hard work for her. All she needs to do is stand there and look good.

  While she talks, I do my best to ignore the irrational stab of jealousy that pierces my heart, and I make my way into the next room. I don't know why I’m feeling bad, after all I told Nadia to go flirt with the guy. It’s not like she wanted to, and it isn’t like I have any right to feel that way anyway... so what the hell is wrong with me? A question I seem to be asking myself more and more frequently since Nadia has come into my life.

  It doesn’t take long to find the box of stuff I’m looking for, the items relating to this case. Since it’s so new and they have no answers, it’s all left in plain view making it incredibly easy for me to go through.

  I rifle through the evidence, grabbing at bits randomly, but luckily it looks like I did a good job of getting rid of anything that linked the murder to Nadia, because I can’t see anything that would pin it on her...

  Wait! What’s that?

  My eyes suddenly notice an odd looking tape, one that looks like it’s come from a traffic cam, and I can’t help but be intrigued. Not only is this unusual, but it’s also marked ‘inconclusive’, which suggests it might have something on it. Since Nadia was driven along to the property in a van, I have a feeling that this might be able to lead me to whoever is responsible...

  This is more useful to me than it is to the police, so I have no qualms with slipping it into my jacket pocket. I also grab a couple of other things that might prove useful and rapidly make my exit. I cannot stay here too long. Best not to push my luck. I don’t want to get caught in there. That wouldn’t help Nadia one bit.

  I walk out of the room with confidence, so that if I do get caught I can act like I’m supposed to be here, then I brush past Nadia as I go, hoping that she’ll get the hint that it’s time to leave.

  “Okay, well, thanks for all your help,” I hear her say with a lilt to her voice, one that suggests she’s committing to the role well. Then she sidles up next to me, and I sense she’s as eager as I am to get the hell out of there.