Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5 (7 page)

Riley’s stare slid off her, his fist clenching. “Yeah.
Gorgeous society women like you don’t give a shit what a man is really like.
You only care about how much money he has or how he can enhance your public
image.”

His brother was never going to get over Simone. One lousy
woman, one lame relationship, and she’d ruined Riley for all time. God, Law
wished he’d never fucking met her.

“Give
Kinley
a break,” he told his
brother.

Once again, she seemed intent on defending herself. Law was
actually a little proud of her.

“You have no idea who I am,” she insisted through clenched
teeth. “None. And I don’t want breakfast. I want to go back to the hotel. Greg
must be waiting to hear from me and is terribly worried. You ruined my wedding,
you bastards. I’m supposed to be on my honeymoon now.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Riley got right in her face.
His voice was low and grave.

“
Ry
, tread lightly.” He felt the
same way, but there was no reason to piss her off. It was obvious she didn’t
understand what was going on.

Kinley
didn’t even look at him,
preferring to stare at Riley. Hands on her hips, she rose to her tiptoes, but
she still couldn’t even reach his chin. “No. I’m not kidding, and please watch
your language. You have a horrible potty mouth.”

Riley’s whole face turned red. He wasn’t used to women doing
anything but falling at his feet. Law had to admit, it was kind of cool to
watch his usually unflappable brother fucking up right and left with a woman.
“You are either insane or stupid.”

“And you are rude!”
Kinley
screamed right back at him.

Not only was Riley rude, he also looked hard. His brother’s
erection was practically poking her in the belly. If his damn jeans weren’t so
tight, his cock would very likely be knocking on
Kinley’s
stomach right that second.

He might be acting like the bad cop, but Riley was obviously
the horny cop. And that probably pissed him off. He didn’t want to want
Kinley
.

Slowly, her body softened. Her lips flushed and parted. She
was responding. To his brother.

“I’m going to speak really slowly so you can understand.”
Sarcasm dripped from Riley’s mouth. “I’ll bet you don’t know why Jansen asked
you to marry him, but I do. Ten million dollars, cupcake. He was going to kill
you on your honeymoon and collect the insurance money.”

“I am going to use very small words so you can understand.
Fuck off.” She slapped her right hand over her mouth. “You made me curse!”

Riley growled and rolled his eyes.

She turned to Law, her shoulders squaring. “You can’t prove
any of this and you’re wrong. Let me go.”

“Eventually, we will—but not until it’s safe. But you need
to listen to us. We do have evidence and we’re going to prove our case to you.”

All that blonde hair ruffled around her shoulders as she
shook her head stubbornly. “It’s impossible to prove that Greg is a criminal
because he’s not.”

“If you’re so sure, then it won’t hurt to listen. But you
can’t listen without eating, sweet…I’m sorry.
Kinley
.”
Law remembered that she didn’t want endearments from him. And it pissed him
off. “That’s final.”

She sighed in annoyance. “I can’t eat.”

“You don’t like eggs? I’ll get you something else.”

She bit her lip and hesitated, clearly not wanting to admit
the reason. “I can’t eat when my dress is so tight. And I can’t get out of it
by myself. I tried. I can’t unbutton the back without help.”

Oh shit.
He had to
undress her. His fantasy and his nightmare rolled into one. “Turn around.”

She hesitated.

“I promise not to touch you. I’ll be careful. I don’t mean
to make you uncomfortable.”

She slowly turned around, as if she wasn’t really sure this
was a good idea. But if she wanted out of the dress, what were her more
appealing options?

Finally, she showed him the elaborate back. The bodice was
snug in a good way, and he couldn’t help but notice how it exaggerated the curve
of her waist, the way her skin glowed against the lace, looking creamy and so
damn soft. He wanted nothing more than to run his hand down every patch as he
exposed it, but he couldn’t. His hands were callused. They didn’t belong
touching anything so fine as her flesh.

Riley sat down on the sofa, shaking his head in an
exasperated fashion. “We don’t have to torture her. That dress already does it.
We should leave her in the sucker until she tells us what we need to know.”

“We’re not going to do that.” Law sent Riley a nasty glare
as he stared at the buttons. Would the calluses on his hands snag the silk?

“Can you not undo it? Is it too tight? Oh, god. Are you
going to have to cut me out?” She sounded horrified. “It really is too small
for me. Becks was right; I shouldn’t have picked this dress.”

Becks was full of shit. The dress was perfect. “It’s lovely
on you. And it fits just fine. It’s supposed to hug your curves, baby.” Damn
it. “Sorry.”

Kinley
looked over her shoulder at
him. “Apology accepted. I usually like endearments. Just not from my
kidnapper.”

She should have someone in her life who adored her, who
called her baby or sweetheart every day of her life.

He reached for the top button, his hand shaking slightly.
“Is it all right if I move your hair so I can reach the buttons?”

The soft honey strands were everywhere, long tresses of
blonde silk that made him want to fist it as he fucked her deep. Law swallowed
against his lust.

“Please. I would do it myself, but my arms are sore. I think
I slept on them wrong.”

He brushed the curtain of golden tresses to the side and
stared at her graceful neck and feminine shoulders. God, he was the horny cop
now. What was he doing? Staring at her back and thinking about all the things
he wanted to do to her once he got her undressed.

With a curse, Law forced himself to move. He began to
unbutton the dress. “I’m sorry about your arms. We tried to make you
comfortable.”

“Hell, most of the time you were being held like a baby,”
Riley interjected.

“What?” She sounded scandalized by the thought they’d been
anywhere near her in her sleep.

“Would you shut it?” Law snapped. “Now she thinks we’re
perverts. We have a purpose. Convincing her that Jansen is a creep. Let’s not
stray.”

And as soon as they were alone, he was going to have a long
talk with his brother. Especially since
Kinley
had
been softening again, responding to his attempts to be gentle. It worked—except
Riley kept pissing her off.

“I’m terrible when I’m under the influence of anything. God,
please tell me I didn’t do something I’ll regret.”

How the hell could Riley or Dominic think she was a
manipulative bitch? Here she was being held hostage by three men she didn’t
know and she was worried that
she
had
done something wrong.

Kinley
wasn’t a gold digger. She
was the perfect sub, sweet and soft. Yet there was a core of strength to her.
The people around her took advantage of her kind nature, her desire to please
others. She, no doubt, had a hard time saying no. She needed a strong Dominant
partner to lift her up and lend his strength.

But it wouldn’t be him. He just had to make sure Dominic
didn’t tear her up while he sought his pound of flesh.

“You were very sweet,” he said.

“You asked me to marry you,” Riley said with the hint of a
grin.

Her shoulders squared again. “Well, that was obviously the
drugs talking. When I wasn’t on a cocktail of god knows what, I showed you how
I really felt. I bit you. And I’ll do it again if you try to touch me.”

Law had half the buttons undone, but now he saw another
problem. She was wearing a delicate, lacy white garment with metal boning.
Corset. She was corseted and she was lovely. Fuck, she would look so gorgeous
walking around his club wearing nothing but that corset, a tiny white thong,
and stilettos. And his collar, of course. But he would never leave her in a
corset for this long. Never. “Can you even breathe?”

“Is that a corset I see?” Riley loved them on a woman, and
he sounded choked that
Kinley
might be wearing one.

Her skin flushed everywhere. She wouldn’t be able to lie effectively.
The pink of her skin would always give her away. Law counted that as a plus.

“It was the only way I could fit in the dress. I think I
need to sit down. I’m very dizzy.” She fell back into his arms, her whole body
going limp.

Damn it. She’d starved herself trying to get into that
dress, then they had fed her sedatives and failed to remove a device that
restricted her breathing. Fucking brilliant. “Give me a knife. I’m getting her
out of this thing.”

“
Here.
” Riley was at his side,
handing him his pocketknife and finally looking like he gave a damn. “Should I
get her some water?”

Her eyes fluttered back open. “Did I pass out? Was I
dreaming? Please let me be back in New York. I’ll click my heels three times
and everything.”

“I’m sorry, baby. This isn’t a dream, and you aren’t in New
York. There’s no help for the dress. You need to breathe.” He sliced through
the buttons and then made short work of the lacy ties of the corset.

She breathed a deep sigh of relief. “Oh, my god, that feels
so good.”

The corset had left deep grooves in her skin, a map of where
it had held her in. He touched one, unable to stop himself, and felt her
shiver.

With distaste? With desire?

It didn’t matter because they were no longer alone. Dominic
stormed into the room.

“Do you have any idea what you two have done?” He was in
full-on angry commander mode and the soldier who had never quite left Law
responded.

“Sir, no, sir.”

Kinley
held the front of her dress
to her chest and tried to scramble away, but she was caught in her skirts. She
blinked up, her eyes wide and focused on Dominic.

“What the fuck is going on in here? Why isn’t she dressed
and ready to talk? Law, I swear to god, if you fucked her, I’m going to beat
the shit out of you. She is the hostage, not your girlfriend.”

“I’m no one’s hostage. Let me go!”
Kinley
demanded, obviously realizing that Dominic held some power over that situation.

Dominic scowled. “No. You’re going to be our guest here
until we get the information we need. That was the plan, but now we have to
step it up because of something your careless suitor did.”

“Me?” Law’s head shook. “Crap. The cameras in the hallway of
the hotel?”

“Ding, ding, ding. Get the man a prize.” Dominic flicked on
the television and quickly found one of the national cable news shows. Within
five seconds, Law felt his eyes widen as a clip of grainy CCTV footage came
over the television.

“Heiress
Kinley
Kohl was kidnapped
yesterday afternoon from her hotel room in New York City. She was preparing for
her four o’clock wedding to controversial tycoon, Greg Jansen…”

The news anchor went on, but Law barely heard her because he
was far too busy watching the scene play out.

“That’s me,”
Kinley
said, watching
the screen intently. “Oh, I look horrible. Is that when I asked you to marry
me? No wonder you said no.”

Riley snorted. “Actually, I had a moment of insanity and
said yes. Oh, here it comes.” On the screen, Law turned his face up and was
captured right there for everyone in the world to see. “That’s the
twenty-five-to-life shot, big brother.”

Fuck, how had he done something that sloppy? He hadn’t been
thinking at all. He’d been worried about
Kinley
and
forgotten about the cameras. Now he’d screwed everything up. “We’re on a
clock.”

It could have taken the police days to realize
Kinley
Kohl wasn’t a runaway bride. He, Dom, and Riley
should have had up to a week to really talk to her, to bring her to their side
and win her help. With that one image, they were out of time.

Dominic kept his eyes on the screen. “Yep, and it started
the minute you looked up at that camera. So we’re not going to play games
anymore.” He turned to
Kinley
. “You will get up. You
will dress yourself or I will do it for you. And you won’t like what I pick out
for you. Are we clear?”

She moved to Law, reaching for him. “I want to go home.”

He let her take his hand. Just because he’d screwed up
didn’t mean Dominic should take it out on her. “It’s going to be okay,
Kinley
. He’s not going to hurt you, either. Can you trust
me?”

“I shouldn’t.”

“I promise you, I’ll keep you safe, baby. Just go get
dressed. Then we’ll sit down and eat and have a perfectly nice talk. I know I
look scary, but I won’t hurt you. Ever.”

She stepped back, and he felt the loss of her warmth. Just
for a moment, she’d been looking up at him with softness in those eyes. “A-all
right. Please excuse me. And you don’t look scary. You’re quite handsome, but I
suspect you know that.”

Dominic stepped up, towering over
Kinley
.
“Don’t try to run. The whole place is secure and you’ll only get hurt if you
run.”

Her chin came up in a stubborn pout. “I think you would be
surprised what I can do. Where are we? Upstate New York? We can’t have traveled
too far. Somehow I think I could find my way to a road, Mr. Whatever your name
is.”

“It’s Dominic Anthony, and this isn’t New York, honey.
Welcome to Alaska.”

For the second time that morning,
Kinley
fainted, dropping into Law’s arms. He hoisted her up and held her to his chest
before turning to Dominic. “I hope you’re fucking happy. She was starting to
trust me. You just ruined all of that. I’m going to make sure she gets
something to eat. She can’t give you information if she’s passed out or dead.”