Page 91 of Nest of Thieves
Even though I know it’s not true, my omega hackles rise. “Fuck you!” I smash my head into his, pulling the hit at the last second.
“Fuck,” he roars.
Ouch, yeah, that still hurt.
He releases my wrists, and I shove him off of me, swinging my hand back and landing a solid smack against his cheek. His eyes darken, and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.
“Mami,” he growls, only this time, he’s not pretending. “When I get you home—”
“Over there.” Security guards swarm toward us. I rip off my heels and run, cackling when one of the guards misses me by an inch. Vette’s growl is loud and low. I turn back to see him punch a guard before he takes off after me.
“Leave me alone.” I turn around and pick up my pace.
“Get back here, you bitch.”
He chases me across the casino floor, both of us dodging security as we race. Customers dive out of our path. Vette’s fingers wrap around my biceps near the slot machines, and I screech, flailing around and making an obnoxious display of wrenching out of his hold. I shove my elbow into his gut, and he grunts, eyes flaring with lust.
“Really?” I shout the question, shaking my head and running again.
We cut around the outside of the room and burst out of the casino, sprinting down the street. My bare feet slap over the pavement, but I’m too focused on making sure we’re not caught to care. Once we’re a few blocks away and security has stopped tailing us, we dip into a small alleyway. He grabs me and thrusts me against the brick wall.
“I don’t have a small dick.”
I laugh, grabbing the sides of his face. “Prove it.”
Our lips collide in a rough, bruising kiss. Vette’s tongue assaults mine. I moan into his mouth, curling around him. His hands run all over my body. Touching and teasing and caressing. I bite his lip, and he purrs, thrusting his hips against me.
Yup, his cock is definitely not little.
“Come on, you two. Time to go.” Mac’s voice startles both of us, and Vette jerks away from me, whirling around and covering me with his body. “Chill, Vette. You guys did good.”
I step out from behind Vette. Lark is holding my heels, but they’re otherwise empty-handed. “What the fuck? Where’s the money?”
Lark lifts an eyebrow. “Somewhere safe.” He hands me the shoes.
“Tell me we didn’t do that for nothing. Did you get the money or not?” I take the heels and slip them on. The money they’d gain from their silly plan doesn’t seem like it’s worth the trouble, but it’s their job. Not mine.
“Oh, we got it—it’s in chip form.” Mac grabs me as soon as I’m done with the shoes, pressing my front against his. “Don’t be mad, Kitten. We dropped them off at the truck before coming to get you two.”
“How much?”
Avoiding my question, Mac whispers, “I can still taste you.”
“We should go,” Lark says, forever reasonable.
I try to push away from Mac, but he doesn’t let me go. “Are you mad?”
My heart is racing, body filled with adrenaline. Vette’s kisses bruised my lips. Mac’s whispered reminder of how they owned me last night fuels a lust like I’ve never felt before. “No.”
He boops my nose. “Good. You go with Lark in the Corvette. Vette and I need to finish the job.”
I frown. “I thought you finished.”
“This is a three-part job, mami.” Vette rubs his jaw, eyes skating over my skin.
The chips were the first. Exchanging them for cash the second. “What’s the third?”
“Nothing you need to worry about,” Lark says. “We should go.”
