Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(112)

Tori put her hands up. It looked like her future would have to wait.



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Oliver hung up with the PI. The minute he had any kind of proof, he would have the police move in on Thea. There had to be something to connect her to the attempts on Tori's life. He hadn't spent much time with the woman, but the few minutes he'd been in her presence this time made him believe Thea was unhinged-and that the woman wanted his future wife dead. Oliver wasn't about to let that happen.

"That bitch is utterly mad," he growled.

Callum held a hand up. "You're not telling me anything I don't know."

Claire stared at Callum like he'd grown two heads. "I don't understand any of this."

"It was dark," Callum complained. "I'd had a couple of pints. I couldn't see the crazy eyes. Men aren't always intelligent creatures, dear, but you should know I intend to only sleep with Tori from now on. Her crazy eyes aren't insane. Thea was a terrible mistake, and she's come back to bite us all in the arse. I can't apologize enough."

Somehow Oliver didn't think Claire was talking about Thea. "We're not going to hurt Tori. Not really."

Rory turned to Claire, concern furrowing his brow. "We'd never hurt our wife. Everything we do is consensual. We can explain it to you."

Claire rolled her eyes like the brat Oliver was always sure she could be. "I'm not talking about bondage. Only a complete moron could look at Tori and think she's an abused woman. Besides, I read quite a bit. I even know what an anal plug is and what it's used for."

Callum went a little green. "I don't think I needed to hear that."

She was their sister after all. Oliver wasn't sure he wanted to hear about her sex life, either. He'd rather hoped she didn't have one. Since she'd gotten out of school, she lived like a nun it seemed. "I'm deeply sorry if we've been too loud or too indiscreet. I promise we'll keep it down. I'm happy you've been here. I think you were the one to really get through to Tori."

She waved him off. "I don't care about the noise. I'm not a prude. I'm just confused as to how Callum seemed to grow two inches and his voice went all … not very Callum-like. Who on earth was that? Because he wasn't my goofy brother."

Rory snorted a bit. "There's only one place Cal truly takes control and that's … well, that's in private."

"Are you telling me my football playing brother is the Dominant?" Claire shook her head and held out a hand. "I don't want to know. It's actually quite horrifying. I don't even want to think about it."

Poor Claire. He had to fix that for her. If there was one person he knew who could use a Dom, it was his sister. "Talib al Mussad is the Dominant male in his marriage. His brothers top their wife as well, but Talib takes control in the bedroom. Keep that image in your head and I'm sure the one with Cal will go away."



       
         
       
        

She sighed. "Thank you. The concept of a Dom is now back to being sexy."

He was glad to help. "Now, I think we should talk about how we're going to keep our wife safe until we can pin all of this on Thea and have her thrown in jail."

Rory sat back down. Cal did the same, propping his feet up and leaning back with a sigh.

Claire looked between them. "But didn't you just tell Tori to go and wait for you?"

"Yes, and she should be naked and kneeling by now," Callum said with a satisfied little smirk. "She can keep her lovely arse there for the exact amount of time she made me wait in the kitchen. She thinks she can top from the bottom? Not likely. She can think about what I'm going to do with that crop."

Claire sighed. "On that note, I'm going to tell the cook that dinner will be served in our respective rooms tonight."

His sister did know how to run a house. After their mum died, Claire had taken care of the day-to-day workings. Oliver was grateful but didn't think he'd ever said so. "Thank you, dear. And thank you for being so understanding about this."

"Yes, there are a lot of sisters who wouldn't understand. I know we've put you through a lot, but you've been the best, love." Rory nodded her way.

Callum stood and enveloped their sister in a hug. "Love you, Claire."

There were tears in her eyes as she stepped back. "I love you all. And I will always stand beside you. That's what we do. Of course I understand, Oliver. You're in love. You don't shove that aside because it doesn't look traditional. You reach out and hold on to it. Now I shall enjoy my dinner and some telly. You should make some babies. I need nieces and nephews to hold."