Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(43)

Never once had she ever simply let go and explored.

"Dear god, you're a virgin?"

They both pulled away, shocked at the low, masculine voice cutting through their thick passion.

Dominic Anthony stood not three feet away, watching. He'd taken off his jacket and now stood dressed in a button-down shirt, gray form-fitting slacks, and designer loafers. Open at the throat, the white dress shirt contrasted with his olive complexion. Dominic stood as tall as Law, but he was built leaner. With jet black hair, fathomless dark eyes, and a jaw that had been cut from granite, everything about him screamed savage.

She remembered what California Mike-no, Law-had told her about him. Dominic was the idealist. He'd left behind a pampered upbringing to protect and serve his country. He'd loved his sister and wallowed in guilt because he hadn't stopped her murder. Because Dominic was also a protector, he couldn't forgive himself for not saving Carrie. He wanted a woman he could share with his friends because he'd found a part of his family, and now they were all waiting for the woman who would complete them.

"I came to check on you, to say I'm sorry for bombarding you with so much at once," Dominic croaked out. "It's not your fault that Jansen is a murdering asshole. But I really need your help." He swallowed "I need … "

He watched her in Law's arms, and Kinley couldn't miss the loneliness and longing as they carved themselves into his face.

Without thinking, Kinley reached a hand out to him to help him … somehow. Immediately, horror flooded her. Dominic would likely reject her. He wanted a woman for them all, but not her. She had to stop remembering what "Mike" had said about the man and use her head. Dominic had orchestrated her abduction. She shouldn't care if he hurt.



       
         
       
        

She started to jerk her hand back, but Dominic grabbed her like a lifeline, his fingers threading through hers as he used the grip to drag himself closer.

"Goddamn, I shouldn't do this, but you're too sweet." Dominic's feral snarl zipped right to the moist folds between her legs. And they curled around her heart. "Tell me to stop. Tell me to walk away. I need you to because I fucking can't. And if I stay, something is going to happen. The fact that you're a virgin won't matter at all. Knowing you're innocent just makes me want you more. It makes me want to stake a claim. That is not what I came here to do, damn it."

Right. Dominic had come here to smooth talk her into aiding his justice against Greg Jansen. He didn't really want to get close to her, not logically. But Kinley could also tell that he didn't have the strength to walk away from her. The knowledge made her swell with power and need. For whatever reason, he desired her. He needed her to ease the hurt he bore like a scar.

She pulled on their joined hands, and Dominic didn't hesitate. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing against her everywhere as his lips crashed over hers.

He dominated. Where Law cajoled, Dominic simply commanded. He took full control of her mouth, his tongue surging in. She melted. As he devoured her, Law's fingers moved from her waist to her hips to her thighs. Fingers tickled across her skin, dipped into her panties, then thrust inside her swollen, slick folds.

Every cell in her being nearly imploded. Nope. She didn't have a problem with rough-except that she wanted more. Could see herself coming to crave it.

Dominic's tongue surged as Law's fingers played. Fire licked along her skin. Her knees actually shivered. Pleasure threatened to overtake her. She felt dizzy and stunned and euphoric. She'd never known anything like this, never realized her body could tighten and quake from the inside.

"Make me stop," Dominic pleaded, his lips playing along hers.

"Don't, baby," Law said, kissing her temple. "Don't make us stop. Can't you feel how right this is? How much we want you?"

She could feel a number of things. From freedom to pride to a sense of herself as a woman for the very first time. She practically drowned in pleasure. Law's fingers still played in her pussy, and he could have no trouble discerning how wet she was. It would be embarrassing … except that the lubrication helped his fingers move against her. And it made him groan in her ear. Which made Dominic kiss her even more feverishly.

Hot. She was so hot. In fact, she'd never been this hot-not even close. Her skin sizzled. There was nothing gentle about Dominic, even the way he kissed. He took over. He ruled. She found her body arching toward him in offering and aching to give into his demands. Though he felt different than Law, he felt so very right, too.