Horror flooded her system.
"D-don't."
Dominic jerked back, yanking his hands to his sides. His face closed down. Just seconds before he'd been flushed with desire. Now he looked stony cold again. Though they were still standing close together, there seemed to be miles between them.
"Changed your mind, huh, pet?"
She closed her legs and scrambled away from them, trying to regain some form of dignity. Her hands were shaking. What had she done?
"Kinley?" Law reached for her. "Baby … "
She couldn't listen or trust herself at the moment. She was too emotional to make any decisions now, much less one to surrender her virginity to two of the men who had whisked her across the country against her will.
No matter how sweet they had been to her. No matter how they were very likely saving her life. No matter how much pleasure they had given her.
No. No! She couldn't listen to those voices. She couldn't trust them. Like all of her female parts, they screamed that being with these men was right. That she would be safe with them.
Her clitoris had Stockholm syndrome.
"I need to be alone for a while." She had to think. Figure out how to put this embarrassing catastrophe behind her and never fall prey to the lust they roused in her again. What kind of woman fell for her captors?
If she stayed here, she would make a complete fool of herself. They wanted information, assistance. They didn't really want her. She was nowhere near their league. They were gorgeous and undoubtedly good in bed. She was plump, naïve, and inexperienced. If she slept with them, she would forever be the debutante who'd been dumb enough to spread her legs for her kidnappers.
"Kinley, let's talk about this, baby." Law stepped up, his big, masculine, oh-how-hot-would-he-look-naked body blocking her way to the door.
She shook her head. "Move. Please."
"Let her be, Law," Dominic warned. "You don't want to give her any reason to say we forced her. It's exactly why we should have stayed away. I lost my fucking head." Dominic gathered the papers from the table she'd sat at earlier, before Law carried her to the island and nearly seduced her.
And darn it, she'd liked being seduced.
"Study these. You have tonight. In the morning, we'll talk again. I hope you understand that what just happened here was consensual." Dominic thrust the papers at her, his voice so matter of fact. She missed the way he'd whispered passionately to her.
Everything had been consensual. He'd even begged her to stop it, and she hadn't. She'd wanted what they could give her and hadn't stopped to think about how she would feel afterward until it was too late. She couldn't be the woman who completed them. Fate had merely placed her in their way. They wanted someone, and she happened to be in their path. End of story.
She held the files to her chest. She really did need to review them, figure out if Greg was using her charity for criminal purposes. She needed to piece together the evidence and decide if her sister and her father were truly plotting to kill her. But mostly, she needed distance to figure out what had just happened to her body. Her will. Her heart. She'd nearly given everything to a couple of men she barely knew. She wasn't ever rash or irresponsible. Why them? Why now? And why did she want to put her arms around Law? Why did she want to brush against Dominic and see if she could arouse him again?
Why did she feel as if Riley was missing and ache to invite him in?
The conflicting thoughts and wants in her head were making her crazy, dizzy. She was exhausted.
"Gigi, come on." She turned to look for her dog, but her little Yorkie was gone.
"She took off with Butch. Sorry, but he's been nosing around her all day," Dominic supplied. "Is she in heat?"
Oh, god. Probably. She'd been intending to breed Gigi once before getting her fixed. After all, her puppy was a pure bred, and Kinley knew plenty of other AKC Yorkie owners whose pets could sire. But Gigi and Butch were totally off plan … just like her ill-fated tryst with Law and Dominic had been.
Damn it, her dog was likely in heat, and so was Kinley. She'd gone so long without sex that she'd been desperate to do it with anyone. Except that she'd never really wanted to before. And she definitely hadn't wanted Greg. In fact, she'd kind of decided she was asexual-until a few minutes ago. Now she couldn't get her mind off sex.
"If your dog forces himself on mine, I will hold you responsible for doggy rape." Even as she said the words, she realized just how silly and righteous they sounded. No court would uphold human laws for nonconsensual canine violation. It was irrational, but Kinley was irritated and hurt that her only comfort in life now was apparently off somewhere trying to become pregnant by some overgrown hound.