Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(24)

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.