Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(11)

"I'll take care of her," Ry promised, holding her close.

He lowered her down as the world went dark.



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Law looked down at the woman in the cart and felt a blazing sense of satisfaction. Kinley Kohl was safe, and he intended to make sure she stayed that way. Two months of surveillance, then adopting a cover to watch her a bit closer for the past week had convinced him that Dominic was completely wrong about her.

And, if his instincts were right, she was also a virgin-and a submissive one at that.

Yeah, that got his cock hard. He'd always been a raging pervert, but Kinley Kohl had turned him into an obsessed freak. The moment he'd seen her, he'd known he wanted her. She was gorgeous and had the kind of soft body that made him hard all over. If he'd just wanted to bang the fuck out of her, he would have been all right. Then … he'd seen her with a bunch of homeless kids at a charity event, and his damn stupid heart had engaged for the first time.

He had to protect her. Yeah, from Dominic, but mostly from her dickwad fiancé.

Riley walked out of the bathroom, shaking his right hand. "Well, we know she has all her teeth. Fuck that hurt."

"Don't be a pussy," Law barked, still staring at her.

He was proud that she'd fought back, especially since she tended to be submissive to the stronger personalities around her, like Greg and her bitch of a sister. More than once, he'd seen them take advantage of her sweet nature. Law had been a little worried that when he and Ry abducted her, she would just cry and beg. He wouldn't have been able to handle that. Instead, she'd bitten the shit out of his brother.

"I'm serious," Riley screeched.

"You're lucky she had her back turned to you or she would have kneed the holy fuck out of your cock."

"Do you know how crazy you look right now?" Ry's question dripped sarcasm. "You are the very picture of a psycho stalker. Do I need to grab a camera for you so you can capture the moment?"

Law needed to be honest with his brother. "I care about her."

A long sigh filled the room. "It's a mistake, man."

"She isn't who you think she is." Riley and Dominic hadn't watched her for months. They weren't looking past the façade.

Riley slapped a hand on his back. "Even if she's the sweetest thing in the world, I would tell you this a mistake. She won't be able to handle the lifestyle you want. How the hell would all her society ladies react if she showed up at the charity gala with her three husbands, two of whom came from the wrong side of the tracks?"

"We have money now." He could take care of her.

"Yeah, and we got it the hard way by dealing with criminals and lowlifes. None of us is a poster child for the country club set. Even though Dominic comes from money, he looks like a gangster. Despite this buff body, I'm a computer nerd. And dude, you talk to your guns."

Only occasionally. "Everyone has their quirks."

"She won't do it, Law."

"She's not Simone." He was so sick of this argument. The one woman they had thought for half a second about marrying had turned out to be more concerned about other people's opinions than love, so Riley had given up trying.



       
         
       
        

"They're all Simone in the end, brother. If we try this long-term thing with someone, it's damn near impossible to hide. What woman in her right mind wants to be thought of as a whore? You remember what it was like for Mom to even go to the grocery store."

"It's not like we'd pimp our wife out."

"It doesn't matter. That's how everyone would see it, especially among Kinley's old-money circle. It won't work."

"I think you're wrong."

Riley sighed. "I think we have to get her out of here before someone wonders where the bride is. This ceremony is supposed to start in less than thirty minutes." He grabbed the heavy canvas cover they had brought along to hide the fact that they weren't pushing the laundry around.

Law shook his head. "Don't cover her yet. We have to get her luggage."

Riley rolled his eyes. "We are not bringing the princess's luggage."

His brother wasn't thinking. "She can't run around in her wedding dress the whole time. We don't know how long she's going to be with us."

Riley picked up his cell and started texting. "Then you're in luck. She can run around naked. Actually, I wouldn't mind seeing her naked. She is fucking gorgeous. Too bad she's in the habit of banging a douchelord. What the fuck does she see in him except a whole lot of zeroes in his bank account?"