Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(20)

And then he would walk away and never think about her again.

Yeah, he was a real fucking good guy.

So he wouldn't touch the girl sexually. Good thing he had other methods to break her down.

He was just about to doze off when the dog started snoring.

It was going to be a long flight.





Chapter Four


Law looked through the windows in the great room, over the lawn-not that the wilderness around the compound could be called that. The River Run, Alaska, facility sat in the middle of endless miles of pristine beauty toward the southeastern end of the state. There was a small town a few miles away, but everyone who lived there was on the James's payroll. They wouldn't be calling the cops. He doubted anyone even knew they were here with the exception of the man who tended the grounds and had been dog sitting Butch while they'd been in New York. An hour before they'd arrived, they'd called to let the man know they'd care for Butch from here on out. No sense in putting Gavin's employee in the sticky position of being an accessory to a crime. 

Morning in Alaska this time of year came mighty early, but it was something to see. Fog around the mountains and brilliant colors lighting the sky.

Right now, Kinley probably didn't really give a damn about the view.

Down the hall, the banging on the door began again. She'd been awake for half an hour, but he didn't think she had complied with his very reasonable request.

"Have you changed your clothes yet?" he called, striding to her door.

"Go to hell. I'm not getting naked with you around, criminal!" Kinley's voice got higher with each syllable and carried quite well. The doorknob jiggled before the banging began again. "Let me out of here!"

He leaned against the wall with a sigh. She'd been screaming since the minute she'd awakened. With the exception of a few delirious interruptions, she'd slept for almost fourteen full hours. He'd gotten worried about her and had started looking up the names of doctors in the area, but once she'd opened those pretty brown eyes, she'd started fighting. He'd left, hoping that she would comply. And calm down. No such luck.

"Baby, you can't run around in that wedding dress. Isn't it uncomfortable? And you can't eat in it. You've got to be hungry, so why don't you take a nice long shower and change into the jeans and shirt I left for you. Then you can eat some breakfast. I'll fix it for you."

He'd start out civilized, try not to scare her too much.

"I'm not doing anything you say! I'll fight to the end. I'll-"

"I know you're scared, but we're not trying to hurt you." He closed his eyes briefly. "Think about it for just a second. I'm trying to give you a little privacy so you can change and be more comfortable. If I was a violent rapist, would I give you clothes? If I was a crazed killer, wouldn't I have at least tied you up or something?"

That last phrase flashed lightning to his cock. When he tied her up, he wanted it to be totally consensual, with their mutual pleasure in mind.

God, he had to stop thinking that way.

"Maybe you're trying to lull me into a false sense of security before you kill me because you like to play with your victims' minds," she shot back.

The only thing he wanted to play with was her boobs. Hell, that wasn't the total truth. He wanted to play with her mouth, pussy, and ass, too. He could even think of some fun things to do with her feet. "I promise, I'm not trying to mind fuck you."

That was Dominic's job.

Riley joined him in the hall, a single eyebrow arched quizzically. "No luck getting Sleeping Beauty to give up the white gown?"

Since she'd awakened, only Law had dealt with her. He hoped maybe his brother could sway her with some smoother logic.

"Who is that? How many of you are there?" Kinley whispered the question through the door as though she was terrified of the answer.

"It's just me and my brother right now, baby. Neither one of us is going to hurt you. We're here to help you."

Maybe it was time to let her out. She was scared. If he let her have her way this once, she might see that they could be reasonable. Hopefully, they could start building some trust so she wouldn't be terrified out of her mind.




       
         
       
        
Trying to play Prince Charming? You kidnapped her, dumbass. She's not going to buy that. Sometimes the voice in his head was annoyingly honest.

Dragging in a deep breath, he shoved the key in the lock and opened the door. He spilled into the bedroom as though she'd yanked it open. When she tried to run out and slam the door behind her, Riley kicked it open and blocked her path, catching her between the two of them.