Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(66)

At most, she would probably really want Dominic because they came from the same world. Or she would only want Law because he had that brooding quality that made a lot of women want to fix him. Why the hell would she want him?

A flash of color caught his eye, and he turned the sound up. Shit. There she was, on the news. A picture of Kinley dominated the screen with a headline underneath: Runaway Bride or Victim? He turned up the volume.

Socialite Kinley Kohl remains in the news as we enter the third day following her disappearance from her wedding in New York to controversial shipping tycoon Greg Jansen. The entire scandal is made even more mysterious by lawyer Kellan Kent's claim that he is representing the man seen taking Ms. Kohl away with his unknown associate. This program has positively identified the man as Law Anders, a former Special Forces soldier who is being sought for questioning in the alleged kidnapping.

Riley groaned. Well, the cat was sure as fuck out of the bag now. And he was a little miffed that he'd been demoted to "unknown associate."

"Ms. Kohl is not a victim of anything but love." Kellan flashed a wry, likely practiced smile for the cameras. "My client rescued his lover from a marriage she didn't want. Kinley Kohl was afraid of telling Greg Jansen she refused to marry him, and I think there is ample evidence that she was right to do so. His first wife died under mysterious circumstances, and that is all I'll say about that. When Kinley is ready, she'll contact her family, but for now she is in seclusion. My client would appreciate it if you would respect their privacy at this time."



       
         
       
        

It was a good play, but without Kinley to support the story herself, it would only work for a day or two. Then, no matter how much they tried to hide her location, the authorities would hunt them down or Jansen would ferret it out. Then he would either try to kill her or take her back.

Speak of the devil. Jansen's face popped on screen. It was obviously a previously taped interview. He stared at the camera and poured out his staged plea. "Kinley, darling, if you're out there and you can hear me, your father, your sister, and I just want you home. If there's any way to escape, please do it. As to the men who took my wife-sorry, I think of her as my wife-I will pay any ransom. Just send me a sign of life. Send me back her luggage to prove you actually have her. Please. I'll give you money just for that one little sign."

Riley paused the feed. Luggage wasn't proof of life. Jansen knew the way this whole thing worked. So what the fuck was he talking about? Proof of life was actual physical evidence that the person was alive at a certain time. He should be asking for a tape of Kinley talking while holding up today's paper or a phone call that included actual vocal contact.

But no. Jansen wanted her luggage. Again.

Riley didn't understand. He'd been through all of her belongings at least ten times. She didn't have a laptop here, so he had no way to search that. The only things on her tablet were games and books and a ton of pictures.

What was he looking for? What was more important about that luggage than Kinley herself returning home? It had to be something if Jansen was willing to pay for her luggage.

Which meant that, more than likely, Kinley herself couldn't help them.

Time was running out. He needed connections.

Riley turned the news feed off and settled in. It was all there, hidden somewhere in the charity's files. He just had to find it.

Since he couldn't be in her bedroom, telling her how beautiful he found her or how much he wanted her, this was all he could do for her now.



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"More. Touch me again." Law wanted her hands on him more than anything he could remember.

Kinley rolled to her side, looking down the length of his body. Law held in a groan. He'd never been so fucking hard. He was practically shaking. He hoped he didn't blow the minute she started stroking him.

Dominic stood at the edge of the bed, and Law wondered if he was going to be a hard ass. The little light spanking they'd already given her had been flirty and playful-a good way to begin introducing Kinley to the lifestyle. But Law wanted tonight to be all about her.

"You should touch him, Kinley. He looks needy." A smile played at Dominic's lips. 

Thank god his brother understood. "I am. So fucking needy."

She touched his chest, her fingertips drifting down his skin. Law drew in a shuddering breath, trying to force himself to calm. He'd keep it together and take it slow and easy with her, even if it killed him.

She brushed her hand over his cock again, and it twitched with need. "The skin is so soft."