Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(47)

Just the way she'd narrowly missed the chance to be knocked up by a pair of Special Forces soldiers.

The thought was mortifying. She stomped toward the kitchen door. Riley stood in the hallway, a stark look on his angled face. He'd been leaning against the wall, his head down. He masked the expression quickly, his eyes narrowing on her. How much had he heard?

"You want to try me, cupcake? Now that you've had some of the big brothers, do you need more? Or is this your way of trying to gain the upper hand, disarm us all with pussy? If so, you played the virginal card with just the right amount of innocence. Bravo."

So he'd heard everything. Shame filled her. "I want to go to my room."

Riley stood in her way. "Are you planning to cry rape now?"

She shook her head. "I wasn't raped. Not in any way."

"We both know that, but you seem like the kind of woman who'll use every tool in her arsenal to get her way."

"You don't know me! And you're a jerk. Your brother is wrong about you. He told me how kind and funny and smart you are, but you're just a big bully. I'm away from home, I'm scared, and I'm totally out of my element. Yet you enjoy kicking me when I'm down. Get out of my way so I can go back to my cell. Then you can go to hell for all I care."

Law approached her from behind. "I'll take you to your room."

"I can find my way there."

"But I doubt you'll lock yourself in."

The quip made her fume, but she still marched off without another word, down the hall, ignoring the men behind her. She zipped into her room and slammed her door. Immediately, she heard them lock her in.

She was alone again. Alone with the evidence against her family. Alone with a million questions. The fears and doubts started to sink in once again.

A moment later, Law opened the door, and Gigi padded in, her pink bow askew. He slammed it once more, locking her in with her furry little harlot.

Gigi stood at the door, whining a little, probably crying for her lover.

"Yeah, I kind of want to do that, too." But for now she would settle for taking a shower. Maybe when she was clean she wouldn't feel their hands on her, stroking her, making her want more of what she couldn't have.

She walked into the en suite bathroom and turned the shower to hot. All her favorite products had been placed there, from her razor to the shampoo she used every day. Greg probably didn't even know what color her eyes were, but one of these men knew that she preferred lavender soap.



       
         
       
        

What was her next move here? What should she do? What did she believe?

She looked up at the window beside the shower enclosure. It was high on the wall, but she could see that the glass in the bathroom wasn't nearly as thick as the panes in the bedroom.

Kinley climbed on the toilet and was able to just grasp the handle. Holding her breath, she inspected the window. It wasn't sealed shut and didn't have a lock. It should actually swing open and let her free.

She had to swallow her shout of surprise. She'd found a way out! In a few hours, she could have her bags repacked and a plan in motion. The sun would be coming up, and they'd probably still be sleeping. She could be long gone before they even knew she was missing.

All good news. But Kinley couldn't help but wonder if, now that she'd found a way to escape, should she take it?





Chapter Eight


Riley stretched and looked out over the vast expanse of green. From the wide front porch, he got an eyeful of mountains rising up like the sun.

Dawn had come, though it didn't really mean much this time of the year. Summer days in Alaska were seemingly endless. His system hadn't quite adjusted from East Coast time.

The smell of coffee filled his nostrils. He hadn't slept much. Whether that was because the sun barely dipped below the horizon or the fact that he couldn't shut his brain off didn't matter. It was all Kinley's fault in the end. He'd thought about her all damn night. Over and over during the long hours, his mind had played out the memories of Kinley as he'd stood outside the kitchen door and listened to her shudder and gasp and scream as she came. Under his brother's hand. And apparently for the first time.

How the hell had a woman who looked like that managed to stay a damn virgin? He hated Greg Jansen for various reasons, but he'd never thought the man was an idiot. Any straight male who could be engaged to Kinley Kohl and not keep her in bed for days and days was obviously a complete moron.

But then Riley knew he wasn't exactly smart either. None of them were if they believed she could really want them.

"So she turned away from you?" Riley asked, looking at his brother who sat in a rocking chair not five feet away.