Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(79)

A little voice inside her prodded her. If Dominic and Law were interested in dominating a woman and they usually all took her to bed together … maybe Riley wanted some control, too. "Sir."

"Fuck." Suddenly, he wrapped one arm around her, yanking her against him in a tight embrace. The other hand wound through her hair, his fist closing around the strands. When he tugged and forced her to meet his stare, she hissed. "You're insane, Kinley. It won't work. It can't."

She could feel his heart pounding against her, his cock hardening even more against her belly.

Her heart rate tripled as she met his gaze with beseeching eyes. "It can. Don't give up. The right woman, one you all can love, is out there."

"And what if that woman couldn't possibly love me? What if I'm the one who fucks everything up?"

"You won't. Just believe and give her a chance." She wanted to be that woman so badly. Her whole body was softening for him.

Riley said nothing for what seemed like an eternity. He just stared into her face, as if trying to read her heart and mind. The tension drew tight, thick. Her belly coiled up. Excitement throbbed inside her body. "Will she give me a chance?"

"If she's smart, she will." Kinley forced herself to close her eyes. He didn't mean her, and she needed to extricate herself from his embrace and step away or she was going to make a fool of herself.

He swallowed thickly. "Give me a chance, Kinley."

His mouth descended toward hers.



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Time seemed to stop just for a moment as Riley covered Kinley's lips with his and kissed her for the first time. It would probably end badly. He'd avoided the pull between them for as long as he could, but now he felt utterly helpless. He'd completely lost his resistance the moment she'd wrapped her arms around him and called him Sir.

She couldn't possibly know what that did to him, the place that sent him to. Dominic might have introduced Law to that world first, but Riley had come to crave it. As a kid, everything had happened to him. He'd had no say for so much of his life that being in control now was paramount. He could cede some decisions to his brother and Dominic, but he needed to feel like he was in charge of his own destiny.

And he hadn't liked the truths Kinley had pointed out.

Need raged inside him. He had to take charge of it. Of her. Conquer this desire so it didn't control him for another second.

Riley crushed his mouth against hers, his cock twitching the minute she softened underneath him, accepting him.

He'd been awake all fucking night, studying her. He'd read articles about her, watched the newscasts about her kidnapping, stared at pictures of her-anything to get his mind off the fact that she was in a bedroom with his brothers, making love.

When she'd walked in, he'd used all his restraint to keep himself from hauling her into his arms and taking his fair share. He'd tried to anger her, scare her away, but she'd seen right through the smoke screen, through to the core of him. Instead, she'd given him compassion.

How the fuck was he supposed to resist that?



       
         
       
        

He cupped her lush breasts. Damn, he loved these. She tried to hide them away in punishing bras held up by metal wires. Even so, they were achingly soft and weighty in his palms. Though she wore a cotton T-shirt, he couldn't escape how warm and luscious she felt through the fabric, how her feminine curves moved against him.

Riley delved beneath her shirt, desperate to get his hands on bare flesh. Now that she was in his arms, he couldn't make himself stop.

He found her breasts, palming them in turn as he crowded her against the kitchen table, plunging his tongue deep inside her mouth. Her nipples were hard little pebbles against his hands and her skin so damn soft that he groaned.

Kinley wasn't turning him away. In fact, she clutched him, filtering her fingers through his damp hair like she still wanted him. Like he still had a chance. Right now, he didn't even want to question whether he wanted that chance. It didn't matter. He just wanted her.

He skimmed his hands around her to find the cheeks of her perfect, round ass and dragged her up against his cock. He rocked against her, loving the way she gasped into his mouth. His whole body pounded with arousal. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd wanted a woman this way. But Kinley eclipsed everyone else in his memory. With Simone, there had been a desire for sex, a hope for something lasting-nothing more. With Kinley, he felt a pulsing lust he couldn't deny. And a pang in his chest he couldn't ignore. Riley didn't even bother trying.

"Get ready, sweetheart. I'm going to lay you out on the kitchen table and fuck you. If it breaks under both of us, I'll just fuck you on the floor."