Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(23)

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."