The Heist (15 page)

Her eyes moved away when Monk's didn’t. She spied a very androgynous male with an affinity for piercings. His lip, nose, and tongue from what she could see when he spoke, were all pierced. He, too, had pale white skin, but that was where the similarities to Monk ended. This man wore black lipstick with dark eye make-up. To make him even more ghastly, he had chosen to put in a cloudy gray contact in one of his eyes. Gothic in his attire, he could only be David Boxer, also known as
Rawhead
. He was also into diamonds and a bunch of other weird stuff, according to Pops. His cult following was pretty creepy. They were rumored to be in love with vampirism. He noticed her staring and licked his lips, baring fake fangs at her.
Chocolat
blinked and averted her eyes.

She and Lee continued on.

She was left to guess who the other councilmen were. Years of eavesdropping on Pops made it fairly easy. There was Edward “Eddie the Butcher” Cumminskey. Known best for his unique ways of disposing of his enemies, he ran the Irish mob in the states. Pops had been clear on that. This guy was the pulse that regulated the heartbeat of the Irish Mafia. Handsomely dressed, seated in a corner with a drink in his hand, he had a woman on either of side of him. Yet he met her questioning stare with one of his own. She didn’t dare break it. He gave her a polite nod and a sly smile. He, too, was into diamonds. Hell, they all were. Yacazza from the Japanese syndicate, Bill Dwyer out of the UK, and Gio Lucchese from Italy. All of them were dealers in the black market, trafficking, and some even dealt drugs. She felt dirty just being in the mix.

Were these the men of
The Order
? Living in plain sight, with clandestine meetings that handled the world’s smuggling?

“Lee!” Escobar stated. Lee’s hand left hers. She watched as the men exchanged a fraternal hug that every eye in the room observed.

“Welcome, and who do we have here?”

“Hello, Escobar,” Michelle said in a seductive, calm voice. She knew full well he was aware of her identity.

He took her hand and kissed it delicately. “I never got to express my condolences for Pops, he is missed.”

“Thank you.” Michelle removed her hand.

“We’re late, it couldn’t be helped,” Lee noted.

“Not a problem, we have a full day tomorrow. The ladies can retire and we can discuss business before the sun catches us.” He then looked back to
Chocolat
. “I have to say I thought it was just a rumor.”

“I beg your pardon?” Michelle asked.

“This place has been buzzing with speculation of the brown beauty the cops are hunting, after the Jesus Stones heist.”

“Why Escobar, whatever do you mean? I know nothing of those stones.”

Escobar laughed. He nodded to Lee. “She’s a gem.”

Lee barely cut a smile as he stared down Escobar. Michelle eased back into her role, taking Lee’s hand again. “I’m with Lee,” she announced, drawing him behind her and over her hips before releasing it. She eased up against him, allowing his touch to continue to roam there. She wrapped her free arm around his waist as the other men watched. Escobar’s bushy left brow peaked. Michelle lifted just an inch to kiss Lee on the side of his mouth. “I’ll be waiting for you upstairs,” she said in a loud whisper. Their luggage was being carried up the stairs and she decided to follow the staff and locate their room.

Lee was amused at the play of affection and winked at her before feeling her ass once more. Having sent Lee’s message to Escobar, she walked off in a way that drew hatred and envy from every other woman in the room.

***

Michelle waited out on the balcony. After seeing the staff out and familiarizing herself with where she’d be staying during this tournament, she found herself pacing and waiting on Lee. Of course, her room would be his room during their stay. Which meant the night could bring anything. And the dangerous mix of her reemergence after three years had given her a taste for
anything
.

What about school? You are only here to uncover the truth about Pops. Find the key to untangling yourself from these men permanently. Use that leverage to force Lee back out of your life for good. Play them but don’t get played, that’s what Pops taught you. And for goodness sake, stop romanticizing your attraction to Lee
.

She hugged herself, not shying away from the cooling breeze. Maybe Lee was right. Why try the straight life when every road to redemption only led to more lies and thievery? No. This was a life she didn’t want. She had to remember all the reasons why. But truth be told, she had Pops’ skills without his weaknesses. She could do one big score and with the money she got from the Jesus Stones, she could disappear. She and Sasha could lead their own lives, before her crimes sentenced her to another fate. So, why not? She had already pulled off the greatest heist of the century. Imagine what they could do if they really set their minds to it. The adrenaline began to pump through her veins, making her restless.

Joker’s Wild
. Pops’ wet dream was placed in her hands. This would prove interesting.

Hearing the door open behind her, she smiled. She could see him in her mind’s eye, searching for her, and heard him as he approached the veranda. She turned into him on purpose. “Home so soon, honey?” she mocked.

“That was quite a performance. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were warming up to the idea of us.” He ogled her cleavage. Her breasts seemed to always be the point of focus when left alone with him. It might explain why the dress he’d chosen for her had them on display.

Michelle furthered the tease by placing her hand flat against her tummy, with her diaphragm sucked in, before moving down and around to her hip. “We’re here to do a job. I’m just doing my part. I wouldn’t read any more into it than that.”

“Every man in the room had his eyes on you.”

“That’s why you dressed me like your concubine, remember?” She smirked.

“I dressed you like my lady,
Chocolat
.”

Michelle’s confidence faltered. She put her hand in the tangle of curls that the wind blew over her face, and she smoothed them back to hold his gaze. “Yes, well either way, you dressed me. And that’s the point. If I can steal the world’s most coveted gemstones, I’m pretty capable of dressing myself, don’t you think?”

“Ah, but when a man has touched you as I have, you can’t imagine how inspired he can be. Has no man ever treated you like a lady before, so you know the difference?”

“Not one capable of blackmailing me for sex,” she snapped, then walked around him.

He reached for her hand. She was unable to pull away. Lee turned her to face him. He ran his finger over her collarbone. Then he let the same finger travel downward to the peak of one nipple straining against the fabric that concealed it; both of her nipples were rock hard from the night chill.

“Mmm, I love your breasts,” he mumbled, taking hold of one, then the other, squeezing them both as if he had never felt them before. She couldn’t deny the way it felt to have them in his hands. His touch was unbelievably sensitive to the ways she wanted a man to feel her. There were things about Lee that made the game dangerously irresistible for her.

He was a large man; he had large hands, yet her breasts still overflowed them. And his cock, from the first time she saw it, felt it buried deep within her, she wondered, was his dad a horse? He had to be, for him to be hung so low.

Chocolat
gave a soft chuckle. Yes, if he weren’t so loathsome, he would be hers. The fact was, she liked for her men to be real men, and Lee was all man.

They remained between the balcony and the room, with the night wind whistling around them. All the while, he caressed and possessed her breasts. Then her restless energy resurfaced, pulsing through her. Her wet throbbing center clenched with the phantom pangs of the thick invasion she knew pending. He hadn’t even undressed her yet and her knees were already weak.

Lee took his time, using his thumbs to brush the sensitive peaks of her breasts. She ached for more. He kept the rub light and gentle as they worked her nipples in circular motion until they were painfully tight and erect. Liquid heat spiraled from her chest, down to her core, sending quivers between her thighs. Finally, she could stand it no longer, and grabbed his hands with her own to stop him. Her breath caught in her throat, and her vaginal muscles tightened. This was a first; an orgasm from his touch.

“I… think….”

“Shh, beautiful, who told you to think?” He brushed her lips sweetly with his own. He was up against her now, pressing the side of his face to hers. “It’s okay. If you must, tell me what holds you back, sexy. What do you think?” He taunted her, breathing puffs of heated breath against her cheek as he changed direction and began to pluck her nipples, despite her feeble attempts to stop him. “I can’t wait to fuck you in this dress.” He chuckled. Then stopped the tease he was giving each breast. Just as she neared her climatic explosion, he ended his seduction. She gritted her teeth in frustration. He waited. For what?

“What’s with the frown? Disappointed? I’m waiting for you to end this before I get too invested, sweetness,” he whispered into her ear.

Michelle thought of objecting, delaying it, making him give chase, teasing him until he had blue balls, torturing him for what his touch did to her. But her body was aflame, a raging inferno threatening to incinerate her from within.

He was so deliciously powerful in the ways he pursued her arousal, it made her hate him and want him even more. She lunged at him, grabbing his face, digging her nails into his jaw as she pushed her tongue past his teeth into the warm softness of his mouth. It was an angry, desperate kiss that rocked them both. Then he smiled underneath her lips and gripped her rump tightly, lifting her off her feet. She wanted to smack him and screw him to death, all at the same time.

Coming up for air, she gasped for mercy once he sucked on her neck. But it wasn’t enough. Her body betrayed her. It craved him, all of him, what was she to do? Michelle ran her hands over the hard planes of his chest, remembering his shower, the scars, there and there, and the winged tattoo covering his back. She licked her top lip, recalling his sex. Her hand eased in between them, and she squeezed his cock through his pants then shivered at the delightful way it bulked from her touch.

Lee released her ass then grabbed her wrists to force her to look at him “I don’t ever want you giving this pleasure to another man. You can hustle for me, with me, but you’re mine,
Chocolat
. Every inch of you belongs to me.”

Michelle laughed at the audacity. “Is that a threat?”

“I find out otherwise, and it will be.”

He took her hand and led her back inside. Before she could speak, he turned her within his arms so she was pressed against his chest. “I changed my mind,” he panted. “I want you out of this.”

Holding her right arm across her, Lee had her pinned to him. He kissed her shoulder softly. Michelle relaxed, though it unnerved her how he insisted on restraining her desires instead of allowing her to unleash them. Did he fear her that much? Or was he even more afraid of himself and his inability to maintain control? Saying he wanted her for him
only
was a mistake; she saw his new weakness and he was a fool to trust that she wouldn’t exploit it.

He pulled the thin strap to her dress with his teeth. It dropped down her arm, peeling away to reveal the top part of her right breast. Lee released her wrists. Too impatient for the slow roll, he yanked down both straps. Michelle worked her arms free of it as the front of the dress gathered at her waist.

“Look down; I want you to see me touching you.”

How erotic the contrast was, his hands moving across her skin. They roamed past her breasts down the slender skin of her flat tummy, and then disappeared in between the fabric twisted around her waist. The pads of his fingers skimmed over the trimmed hairs of her pussy once inside her panties. He ran his index finger up and down her quivering slit, and she rolled her ass back against his hardness.

She was certain that moisture coated his fingers. She gasped when he inserted his finger and whimpered when he thrust another digit into her hot, ready channel. Her delicate vaginal walls clamped down on his fingers and she heard him grunt as he rolled his hips in time with hers, rubbing his erection between the split of her ass.

“This here”—he worked his fingers in and out—“is making me crazy.”

Michelle licked her top lip and reached her hand behind her to hold onto the back of his neck, as she rode his hand. Then he added a third finger and she nearly lost her mind.

In. Out. In. Out.

Her hips moved in perfect harmony to the way he fingered her without mercy.

The only sound that got past her throat was a breathless moan. And then she cried out loudly as she came. He held her up by her breasts with his fingers tunneling in and out of her pussy. He withdrew his hand and she was left a shivery mass of nerves, unable to put together a single thought.

Michelle stumbled away from him and turned to find him fully dressed. How could he be, after what he put her through? Her entire body was on fire as if he himself had driven the passion through her. Now she knew what hell was. His torturous pursuit of her had damned her. She lusted for his cock so much it was a physical pain. Continuing to stumble backward, she connected with the wall. Panting, her long bangs in her face, she could only rub the fire out between her thighs.

Lee licked his lips, his gaze slid from her delicate ankles up her legs to her hips. Her dress around her waist and her hair in her face, she wondered if she looked wild and untamed, as she felt. Without speaking, he began to undress for her.

Taking in deep breaths, she rubbed her pouting nipples, her eyes following his fingers as they un-looped each button from the front of his shirt. He soon revealed his dark tank, neatly tucked into his pants, as he pulled his shirt off.

His chest was thickly muscled, like a Roman gladiator’s. What pleasure it would bring to have it pressing down on her. Nodding that she wanted whatever he was offering, she dropped her hands to her hips and rolled down her dress and soaked panties, stepping out of them both in her Gucci pumps.