The Heist (26 page)

Lee gave her a small smile then kissed her nipple before he ran the tip of his tongue over the hard point. His gaze lifted again and she saw the pure, undiluted passion blazing in his eyes. “Do you love me?”

“Does it matter?”

He rolled on top of her. She exhaled at the weight of him. “Do you love me?”

She shook her head. He smiled. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Michelle kissed him again, biting his bottom lip. She slipped her fingers past his shirt, still tucked into his pants, and felt for him. He grew solid within her grip. Capturing his mouth with hers, she undid his belt buckle and forced his pants down his hips to once again grab his cock. It was she that guided him in. He was still wearing his tux, complete with bowtie and suit jacket.

She liked that. She liked the smell of his cologne, the feel of his ribbed shirt brushing her hard nipples, her thighs pressed against his belt and pants barely slipped down his hips. She caressed his ass, worked her hips upward to receive his downward thrust. Michelle clung to him. She wanted—no, she needed to feel his weight barreling down on her. “Make love to me…now…” she repeated through stunted breaths.

Lee obliged by picking up pace. Pumping his hips and driving his long shaft in and out of her with controlled force. Each deep penetration brought her throbbing clit into exquisite contact with the rough hair surrounding the base of his cock. Her need to come built steadily, coiling in her lower belly, waiting for just the right touch to ignite the explosion through her. She shook to her core. “Yes, Lee…yes,” she groaned, and the painful regret gave way to such pleasure her heart threatened to stop beating from the overload.

“More! More!” she shouted to the ceiling.

Lee grabbed her ass and buried his face in her neck, sucking her like a vampire as he power- drilled her until her knees buckled and her hips quaked through her orgasm. Waiting for him, she held back, though her body shook all over from the restraint.

“Damn, beautiful, I’m coming, I’m coming,” Lee grunted. He pounded into her, driving her thighs far back. She arched up from the mattress and joined him, creaming him as he coated her insides, mixing their love. So what if it was crazy? Maybe they were both certifiable. But no matter how it ended, she would never doubt it. She loved him, every devilish part of him.

***

“Where are you going?” Lee reached for her.

Michelle didn’t answer. He watched her rise and took in her sexy walk. The room was dark except for the pale blue moonlight, an ethereal glow that poured in through the double patio doors. Lifting his arm behind his head, he studied her as she covered her body with his shirt. How was it when things were still and calm between them, she grew the most restless?

She looked back as if she had just heard the question. “Tonight’s the night? The poker game?”

“Yes.”

Michelle pulled at her tangled hair and smoothed it back from her forehead. She faced the black starless night outside of their bedroom window. “Pops is dead, and we both misjudged him.”

“I know that now.”

“It’s too late to know it now. Too late to know his reasons now. The only thing left is his murder.” She looked back at him. “He deserves justice.”

“Come back to bed. Let’s not get into all of that.”

“No,” she insisted, rubbing an unseen chill from her arms. “How could you say ‘let’s not get into all of that’? Don’t you understand he was my father?” She closed her eyes, accepting the good and the bad. “He wasn’t just some drunken jewel thief they could use. He was my
father
, damn it!”

Lee said nothing.

***

She put her hands over her eyes, trying to calm herself. She hated being weak. More importantly, she hated being weak in front of him. But she carried so much anger inside it was hard to be anything else.

Her eyes cut back over to his raw handsomeness on display; the bed sheet was lowered past his pelvic area, barely covering his erection from view. His tanned skin and tight abdomen beckoned her. She found his body as addictive as he found hers. Maybe that was all it was, just primal lust between them. She prayed it was so, because it would make her plan for him easier to follow through.

“You love possessing me, and part of me loves being possessed,” she confessed.

“You said love twice, that’s progress.” His eyes glistened from across the room. The way he stared at her, through her, warmed her.

She had to look away. “Let me finish.”

“Finish with me inside you.”

Michelle tensed. His words made her feel chained, and she was compelled to fight back. “I want to kill him.”

“Kill who?” Lee asked, his eyes narrowing into suspicious slits.

“The man that murdered Pops. I’m willing to make a deal with you, a bargain.”

Lee sat up and regarded her with new interest. Michelle’s gaze fell upon the bed. “I’ll stay; I’ll be yours and help you get the Chalice, if you give me my revenge.”

“You’ve never killed a man.”

“Then you’ll show me how.”

“That’s not our business. These men aren’t ones we touch. There’s a code. Pops may not have respected it, but
you
will.”

Michelle walked back to the bed. “That code doesn’t apply to me; it’s
your
code. Let’s be honest. You know who did it, Lee. You have the means to give me my revenge. I’m telling you that I’ll do what you ask, work for you. But you will have to do this for me.”

Lee rested his arm on his raised knee. He looked her over. “What if I had something to do with it? What then?”

Michelle’s stomach tightened, but she showed him no outward sign of weakness. “Then I’ll find out eventually and this bargain is as dead as you will be. I don’t care what it takes. I will make you pay as painfully as Pops did. I swear it.”

“Interesting. Why should I make this bargain when you already belong to me? Since you were sixteen, you’ve been mine. I may not have accepted it until recently, but you accepted it long ago.”

“Because you and I both know I
don’t
belong to you. And your feelings are involved, Lee. That’s a weakness; do you really want to risk falling in love with me and not knowing if it’s real?”

She saw the confidence waver in his eyes. “I don’t think you killed him. I think you would have found a way to cripple him, use him, abuse him for your own gain then break him. That’s how you work. Killing would be too easy, right, Lee? Where’s the fun in that?”

“You talk as if I’m a monster.”

“You’re no angel.”

“But you are. My dark angel, and you’re right. My feelings for you have changed. I’m honest with myself, Michelle, something you should try.”

“What does that mean?”

“If you stop pretending to not know who you are, you might discover who you were meant to be.”

“I'm done with riddles. Who killed him, Lee?”

“I have my suspicions.”

“And they are?”

“Tomorrow night, at Joker’s Wild, you will see it for yourself. Who the players are and who they
aren’t
. Remember the hustle, think of it that way. Who can't win and who’s really trying to fit in. I’d rather you uncover the truth than tell you my speculations.”

The pain of losing her father surfaced once more. He needed her and she had given up on him. Regret and sorrow put a vice grip on her heart. Michelle wiped at the tears in the corner of her eyes. Lee removed the sheet and rose from the bed. He walked over to her. “If you want revenge, you can have it, but understand this. If you agree to be mine, I want all of you, everything. No more debates. It is what it is.” He cupped her face and lifted it so he could be heard clearly. “And you will help me find my Chalice. Do you understand?”

Michelle pressed her lips together. She knew agreeing to those terms would end her dreams of being a doctor, marrying a normal guy, and living in the suburbs. She knew that riskier jobs, prison, or living on the run would be her future with him. She would be a target for every police agency across the globe. Cosmo would be devastated; Sasha would be dragged into The Life. Nothing would ever be the same.

She also knew a part of her lived for the thrill. It was in her blood.

“I understand.”

“So we have a deal. An unbreakable deal,” Lee repeated, moving her tangles from the side of her face. She blinked away her regrets and held his stare. “Yes.”

“Good enough.”

He put his hands in her hair, massaging her scalp then pulled on the strands gently. Leaning in, Lee kissed the middle of her chin, running his tongue down the delicate curve of her neck. “Mmmm…so sweet. I think it will be your corruption I enjoy the most.”

Michelle was equally excited, even if she refused to admit it. Lee loved her defiant nature, which was the biggest threat to their deal. Just like him, she could never be fully trusted. She could seduce him with just a look. Lee responded as she expected. He worked open the shirt she was wearing, and looked down at the body he couldn’t get enough of. Who was she becoming now because of her feelings for Lee? Together, they faced each other, nude, bathed in the moonlight, with just his erection between them. Lee moistened his lips and her eyes closed when his hands became full with her breasts. The ways he plucked her nipples, massaging them, caused her full lips to part and a soft sigh to escape her.

“The bed, Michelle, I want you back in bed.”

Lee let her go. She looked past him to their bed. The things he was doing to her and would do to her filled her pussy with longing. But her return to it would be the sealing of their bargain, and if she had any chance of escaping this fate, now was the moment.

Lee circled then stopped directly behind her. “You aren’t sure? Part of you thinks there’s something else waiting for you, something outside of my love for you?”

Placing his open palms to the curve of her hips, he pressed into her. His dick slipped between her buttocks. He rubbed the thick head of his organ against her rim and she shivered, knowing what it meant to have him buried balls-deep inside her body. Lee’s voice was heavy with desire, and it broke the last of her resistance. “You want me to beg, sexy? Ask you nicely for permission to claim this pussy as mine?” His hand slid around to her shaven mound. Michelle exhaled deeply as his finger went over her nether lips and parted them, exposing her engorged clit.

“
Chocolat
, do you know my plans for you? How good it’s going to be when you stop pretending and really submit?” He flicked his tongue at her earlobe, then drew it in his mouth to suck it. She tilted her head and let him nibble, her breathing growing shallower. His first touch sent a shockwave of pleasure through her pelvis that made her thighs quake. And when he pushed the tip of his finger in between the silky fold of her labia before circling her clit again, she let her head fall back and a soft sigh escape.

“The bed, Michelle, look at it.”

Under Lee’s command, she opened her eyes and he pinched her quivering clit, making her ass move involuntarily. “Can you see me fucking you, loving you, and then fucking you again? Have I not taught you the difference, have I not shown you the ways your pussy belongs to me? What makes you hesitate? Tell me,
Chocolat
, what will it take for your complete submission?”

“Justice,” she whimpered as two fingers pierced her pussy and she was reduced to riding the palm of his hand.

“Justice? Is there ever really any justice? Tell you what, sexy. I swear it; I vow to give you justice if you can convince me that you belong to me.”

Michelle knew complete submission meant paying before receiving the rewards; it was the nature of loving a man like Lee. “I...yes, Lee, you win…I’ll convince you,” she muttered, staring at the bed.

Lee chuckled in her ear and gripped her breast. “Good girl,” he whispered, working his fingers in and out of her wet channel, causing her to rise on her toes and her ass to shake as she rubbed up and down on him. He finger-played with her nipple and pussy at the same time until she came in his hand again with such a rush that she threw her head back on his shoulder, crying out for mercy. He continued to kiss the side of her face. Finally, he released her, but if he hadn’t held on to her breast she would have dropped in a heap. Lee walked her to the bed, made her stand at the foot of it, then let her go.

Michelle stepped forward. She crawled across the sheets and parted her knees. She placed the side of her face into the mattress. She then brazenly displayed her pussy to him, inviting him in. She didn’t bother to look back for his approval. Not sure what part of her he wanted first, she knew he would come to her. So she lay there, wanting him to do something to tame the inferno he ignited.

The mattress pressed down, then he was on the bed with her, behind her. His large hand rubbed the outer globe of her ass. His lips brushed one cheek and then the other, before he buried his nose in her pussy, and flicked his tongue at her clit. Michelle squeezed her eyes shut to the rush it sent through her. She pushed back into his face, wanting more. He granted her desires. His lips pulled on her clit, hard, teeth scraping the sensitive bud.

“More,” she gasped, gripping the sheet.

Lee sucked hard, an outburst of sensations vibrated from her pussy. When she could stand it no longer, he released her clit with a popping sound.

“I’m going to fuck you now until neither of us can stand it any more. Then I’m going to love you until you truly believe.”

Michelle pressed her lips together and swallowed her last objection—one more night in his arms and it was over. Then he took her. His penetration was tortuously slow and gentle. Her eyes fluttered again, then shut when he shot his hips forward and gave her what she asked for: more. He held her hips and worked her from behind. Her only response was to push back, to take as much of him as she could while he salaciously drained her. Now slippery, with him thrusting rapidly in and out of her body, she submitted and his dark urges filled her. They began to own her, control her, and she gave in freely.

Panting, she sucked in deep breaths.

“I’m not done with you, sexy. This is just the beginning,” he told her, pulling out and flipping her on her back. Michelle sighed and opened for him, for more.