Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(60)

Shit, Law was right. Kinley had been negotiating, offering him something for what she wanted in return. He'd taken it as a play for control, a way to shut down the investigation into Carrie's murder-and he'd been dead wrong.

He'd spent years building a business with one thought in his head: avenging his sister's death. Nothing else had mattered. Law had followed him to freaking Afghanistan and nearly lost his legs. And Dominic wasn't willing to give it a shot with the girl his brother so obviously loved? A girl he couldn't get out of his head?

"She's just going to take what she wants and walk out in the end." Riley grabbed a glass. It looked like Dominic wasn't drinking alone tonight.

"Maybe." But maybe not. How would he know if he never took the chance?

Then a terrible truth hit him like a bolt of lightning. He'd never really intended on sharing a woman with them forever. Law and Riley had probably been searching for one, and Dominic had been utterly content to just have sex. Law was right. He made himself seem like a stand-up guy because he ensured all the subs he used got a few orgasms. He could be gracious with them, kind even, because nothing was at stake. For too long, the only abiding love of his life had been fucking up Greg Jansen's. 

How proud would his sister be of that? Dominic grimaced as the question rolled through his head.

He glanced over at the bed he'd laid out for his dog. Butch was the only responsibility he'd really taken, and then only because the damn thing had shown up on his property half starved and refused to go away. He'd fed the poor mutt out of pure pity, and Butch had just kept following him around until Dominic got used to having him underfoot.

And now his dog was cuddled around the rat thing, his bigger body shielding Gigi from anything that might come their way. He was contentedly asleep, having given up the softest part of his bed to whatever the hell one called a damn dog's true love.

Even Butch knew how to care for a female. And Dominic had done nothing but kidnap Kinley and use her for his own ends, while offering her absolutely nothing in return. Oh, he'd paid lip service to protecting her, but he wasn't really offering protection. Once Jansen was behind bars, the press would eat Kinley alive. Dominic planned to be long gone.

That was a hell of a hand he'd dealt her.

He'd walked in and torn her life apart. When she'd asked for the one thing she needed, he'd repaid her with insults. Kinley was supposed to have had a wedding night. Wasn't it just good manners to offer her another replacement … or two?

"How are we going to deal with this when it's over?" Riley asked. "We live together. Is Law just going to move Kinley in?"

Riley wasn't thinking straight. He needed to get all his anxieties in order. "I thought she was leaving him."

"She probably will, but what if she doesn't?"

If she didn't, then they both would have missed out on what they claimed they'd been seeking. What he'd damn well knew he'd wanted before Carrie's murder.

How much was he willing to let Jansen take from him? He'd already snuffed out Carrie's life. Was Dominic willing to let Jansen rob his, too?

"If she doesn't, then you're going to have to listen to a whole lot of sex," Dominic pointed out.

Would Law and Kinley even stay? Or would Law move them out? Hell, maybe they'd even move to New York. That pissed Dominic off because it filled him with a vague panic. He'd lived with Law most of his adult life. He didn't want Law to leave any more than he wanted to give Jansen his future.

Kinley was everything he looked for in a woman. He'd been hard since he'd first seen her, every photo making him fall just a little more in lust. And watching her in person had made him rethink his whole position. Hell, his whole life.

Since bringing her to Alaska, Dominic had seen how sweet and kind she could be. She'd stood up to him when she was scared. But she'd used her head when presented with the hard evidence. Kinley hadn't curled into a ball and cried when she realized she'd been abducted. She'd fought. Hell, she'd even dropped herself and half of her belongings out a window, trying to escape. Life with her would never be dull.

Dominic wanted her and her trust. And he hated the thought that she might fear him. Damn it, he wanted her to give him the information she knew because she trusted him, not because they'd made a deal. But how was she supposed to trust him when he'd put his own crap into her innocent plea for help and pleasure, then thrown it back in her face?



       
         
       
        

"I need to apologize."

"What?" Riley asked like he was out of his mind.

"I have to talk to Kinley."