Page 30 of Prettiest Little Thief (Band of Thieves #1)

My climax slammed into me, stars dancing in my vision as every single nerve within me sparked to life.

My head thrashed back and forth as I screamed Lucas’s name.

He continued to lap at my overly sensitive clit.

“Lucas, please,” I begged for him to stop.

The sensation overwhelmed me as I tried to push my body up the bed.

But I was weak and dazed from the force of my release.

He stopped. But only for a moment. “I’m not done with this sweet little cunt, wife.” His lust-filled gaze bore into mine as I stared down my body at him, and my stomach dipped with excitement. “I’m going to make you come again, and then I’m going to fuck you.”

I squealed in delight as he pushed two fingers into my slit, and his mouth was on me again.

My legs quivered from how overstimulated I was, but after a few minutes, the feeling of another impending orgasm started to build.

My body thrummed with the wildness of a claimed woman, taking everything Lucas had to give me.

He worked his digits in time with his tongue, encircling my nub while he pushed deeper into me.

The wave of pleasure crashed into me, my hands tangled in the sheets as my core fluttered around Lucas’s fingers, a wild cry of bliss escaping me.

I tried to gulp down air as my chest heaved. Lucas withdrew his mouth and fingers from me and peeled my panties down my shaking thighs. “God, you’re perfect.”

A giggle bubbled up from me as I shoved what remained of my dress down my arms. Lucas pushed to his feet and started to unbutton his dress shirt, and my giggles died as I watched with lustful intrigue.

Lucas’s physique never ceased to amaze me.

His heavily tattooed torso came into view, and I bit my lip, a renewed heat hammering through my core as his corded muscles flexed and rippled with his movements.

“Like what you see?” he asked, a smug smirk pasted onto his face.

“Maybe.”

“You know,” he continued as he tossed his shirt to the floor. “I have a feeling you weren’t looking for the kitchen the night I caught you outside of the gym.”

My cheeks felt hot at his observation. “Why do you say that?”

“Because the way you’re looking at me right now is quite similar to that night.”

“And how am I looking at you?” I swallowed, realizing he could see right through me.

“Like you want to choke on my cock.”

A laugh ruptured from me, and Lucas’s smirk widened into a full smile. A dangerously beautiful smile. He slipped off his dress shoes and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers.

Abruptly, my laugh stopped again as I took in the very large, oddly good-looking erection in front of me. “I’d definitely choke on that,” I whispered.

Lucas chuckled just as he climbed over my body. The feverish warmth of his skin burned the chill of the room from me. He kissed me sweetly before gazing down at me, his piercing eyes eating up every inch of my face. “Are you scared?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Good.” Another kiss landed on my lips. This time, Lucas swept his tongue in. The mixture of our flavors sent butterflies through my belly. His length brushed against my leg, begging to be let into the most intimate part of me .

Suddenly a crash sounded, and Lucas jumped to his feet, immediately pulling on his pants.

“What was that?” I asked as I sat up and pulled the comforter around me.

“I don’t know. Stay here.” He opened his nightstand and pulled out his gun, throwing open the bedroom door and disappearing down the hall.

For a few moments, I waited and strained my hearing to see if I could make anything out. But I couldn’t handle the curiosity any longer, so I quickly threw on a T-shirt from Lucas’s drawer and crept down the hall.

“Lucas?” I called out. There was no response.

A creak from the direction of my room was the only thing I heard.

“Lucas?” I repeated. My feet inched forward until I reached the door. A sudden chill enveloped me as I trudged my bare feet across the bitter floor. Ice flooded my veins in place of the inferno Lucas had created, extinguishing any warmth I felt. Not even the smallest of embers flickered within me.

As I entered my dark room, an unsettling chill skated across my skin.

Goosebumps prickled to life and spread rapidly down my arms and legs, a shiver rolling through me with the feeling of not being alone.

Before I even had the opportunity to flip the light switch on, a hand pressed against my mouth, and my body was pushed up against the wall.

Panic surged, and without a moment’s thought, I shrieked beneath the hand that muffled me. And then I blindly swung with all my might. A masculine grunt sounded and then retreated from restraining me.

“Fuck,” a familiar voice said .

I flipped on the light switch and my mouth popped open in surprise. It only took seconds before my bewilderment was replaced with anger. Sheer fury aimed directly at my oldest friend.

I did the only thing I could think of… I took two swift steps in his direction and swung at him again. His head snapped back, and he stumbled a step.

“You bastard!” I screamed. “What are you doing here?”

Frankie held his reddened cheek. “What the fuck, Roe?”

“That’s not an answer.” I pulled back my arm again.

“Wait. Wait. I came here to get you.” His blond hair fell over his brows as he lifted his hands in placation. “I found out where you were, and I climbed up the side of the house. We can leave now.”

“Leave?” I seethed. “What makes you think I would go anywhere with you?” Molten rage poured into me, boiling over and splattering not just my soul but my heart. Because Frankie had broken it when he left me to fend for myself. He had always promised to stick by my side through Hell or high water.

A frown marred his face as his gaze slid over my attire. “What are you wearing?”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Don’t you dare change the subject.” I tapped my fingers against my bicep.

“What…” Frankie grabbed my hand and inspected my ring finger. The large diamond glinted in the light.

I tugged my hand away from his grip just as the pounding of feet echoed through the hall. “Monroe. Are you okay?” Lucas’s voice barked.

“Don’t answer him. We can go out the window.”

I arched my brow.

“Monroe.” Irritation flared in my husband’s deep timbre, and I knew I only had moments before he barreled into the room.

“I’m fine,” I replied, although it was strained.

Lucas stormed into the room, and I peered over my shoulder at my husband. He was still bare chested with low hung pants. Fury etched in his expression as his eyes locked onto Frankie.

Lucas stepped around me and grabbed Frankie by the collar, taking his legs out from under him. With Frankie flat on his back, Lucas pressed a knee into his chest and the gun pressed against his head.

“Get the fuck off me,” Frankie said as he flailed, trying to dislodge the heavy body of Lucas from him. Frankie’s face was turning a shade of cherry red from effort, but Lucas didn’t budge and gripped Frankie’s face in a large hand.

“Lucas!” I ran to his side, placing my own hand on his bicep.

“Tell me right now why I shouldn’t put a fucking bullet in your brain?”

“I’m just trying to help Roe,” Frankie explained.

“Monroe doesn’t need your help because she has me,” Lucas growled. “Her husband.”

Frankie stopped fighting then, his gaze sliding to my frozen form. “You really married this asshole?” he asked through squished cheeks.

I glanced at Lucas and then back to Frankie, giving him a nod. “Yes.” Frankie went limp, and I tugged at Lucas. “He won’t hurt me. You don’t have to kill him.”

Lucas held firm for a moment longer before roughly shoving Frankie’s face and getting to his feet. Frankie scrambled to stand, his clothes disheveled and face red.

“Are you keeping her here? Cause if you are— ”

“You wouldn’t make it out of this house alive if you think you can take me on,” Lucas interrupted.

Frankie’s fiery expression surfaced, and he adjusted his disarranged jacket. “Come on, Roe.” His stare hadn’t left Lucas. Pure hatred spewed from both of the men in the room. If I didn’t intervene, this might escalate.

I stepped between both of them, with my back to Lucas. He moved closer, his chest and stomach brushing against me. “I’m not leaving, Frankie.”

“What do you mean? Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Frankie’s voice became louder, and the surge of energy behind me amplified from Lucas as he let out a growl.

“Don’t talk to her that way.”

I spun on Lucas. “I can handle him without you acting like a damn caveman.” His brows shot up in surprise, and I turned to face Frankie again. “I’m not going with you. You left me when I needed you the most.”

“I’m sorry, let me make it up to you. We can go to the rink—”

“No,” I cut him off. “You need to leave. Our friendship is over.” As much as it hurt my heart to say those words to him, it needed to be done.

If the tables had been turned, I would have stayed with Frankie.

I would have gone to jail with him. He was an unnecessary appendage at this point and needed to be permanently removed.

I had Evie, Raf, Fox… and Lucas. For now, at least.

“Roe.” Frankie’s face softened.

“You left me, Frankie! You’ve always left me.

The accident, with the Crimsons, when my mom died…

it took me all this time to realize you have never been here for me.

You’re only around when it’s convenient for you,” I spat.

Once I was able to calm my self after a few deep breaths, I continued.

“Since leaving is what you’re best at, just go.

” My voice cracked as the pain of the wreck came back to me.

Not just the physical discomfort but the torment of grieving the trust and friendship lost. An ache started to build behind my eyes as tears welled.

Frankie still hadn’t moved, so I strode toward him and pushed him. “Go! Get out! I never want to see you again.” Sobs wracked my body, and again, I shoved at him. “Leave!” Hurt was blatant on his face.

“At the risk of sounding like a caveman, get out,” Lucas said from behind me. Frankie finally backed away and trudged to the window. “Not the window, you idiot. Go through the front door.” He pointed toward the open door with his weapon.

Frankie stopped his retreat and rushed past me without a word. As soon as I knew he was gone, I sank to the floor. The more I thought about it, the more upset I became with myself. The more I realized that Frankie truly hadn’t been there through all of the painful parts over the last few years.

He never visited my mother with me when she was in the hospital or showed up at her funeral to support me. But Evie… Evie had been there for it all. Without me even asking her. That was true friendship. Someone to lean on when things were screwed up and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“Little thief?” Lucas said, softly.

The stream of tears that forced their way past my lashes dampened my cheeks. Small whimpers and sniffles were the only noise I made. “What?” I didn’t dare look at him. If I did, I would fall into the magnetic force of him, adhere to his side.

“Are you all right?’

“I’m great. Can’t you tell?” Sarcasm dripped from every word .

I felt Lucas as he came closer, the heat of his flesh radiating from him, trying to ward off the iciness that invaded my body.

“If you come back to our room—”

“I think I need some time. I’m… I’m…” More tears poured down my cheeks. I wiped the tears from my face and stood on trembling legs. “I’d like to be alone.”

Lucas was quiet for a moment. “You know where to find me.” The warmth fled as he left, respecting my request and giving me the space I required. Even if I did need time to myself, my body rejected the thought and wanted to run to claim my husband.

But I refused to acknowledge the instinct.

Instead, I climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over me into a cocoon. Being under the blankets did nothing to bring heat back into my bones. I didn’t move, barely breathed and hardly slept. Worries kept me awake most of the night.