Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5 (13 page)

Hot. She was so hot. In fact, she’d never been this hot—not
even close. Her skin sizzled. There was nothing gentle about Dominic, even the
way he kissed. He took over. He ruled. She found her body arching toward him in
offering and aching to give into his demands. Though he felt different than
Law, he felt so very right, too.

“God, that’s sexy.” Law’s deep voice conveyed his
satisfaction. “You look good together.”

She was kissing another man, and he was happy. Because she
was enjoying it? Because it fulfilled her? Or because his “brother” was getting
what he needed while he was a part of the experience? Probably all of the
above. Their way of looking at the world might be completely different, but it
was still desire, need…and maybe more.

All the while Law’s clever fingers played inside her. He
parted her labia, sliding through her folds, to find the little nubbin that
suddenly seemed to control her whole being. Her clitoris was filling up with
blood. Urgent desire spread through her. With every flick of his fingers, he
lit her up until she panted and moaned in Dominic’s mouth. The way they played
her should embarrass her or make her feel uncomfortable. But no. Just a
searing, soul-freeing desire filled her.

Dominic tugged her shirt free from her skirt, and she felt
his warm palm against her skin. He released her lips, kissing her nose and
cheeks. “Spread your legs for Law.”

Vaguely,
Kinley
figured she should
at least ask why, but her thighs seemed to have a mind of their own. They
obeyed Dominic’s command without question, spreading wide for Law until he
stepped between them.

“She’s wearing panties,” Law said. “Those white cotton
things. I don’t like them.”

“She’s going to stop that. That’s one of our rules,
Kinley
. No panties. Nothing covers your pussy except our
hands, our mouths, and our bodies when we fuck you.” Dominic’s voice was a dark
rumble. “Do you understand? If I find a pair, I’ll throw them away. You’ll get
a spanking if you try to wear more.”

Every word that came out of his mouth seemed to ratchet up
the temperature—and her arousal—another notch. She ached and burned and needed.
But his words confused her. Why did he have rules? And why did the idea of him
or Law smacking her backside make her feel antsy and restless—and not in a bad
way?

“You guys talk about spanking a lot,” she managed to say in
between kisses.

Riley had talked about putting her over his knee and not
letting up until she understood, too. At the very thought of him,
Kinley
wished for his sharp wit and hard body. Then she
shoved the thought away. Law and Dominic wanted her. Riley had cast her as a
villainess. If he didn’t want her, then she didn’t need him. She’d played that
game for too long to continue.

“These panties are in my way,” Law groused.

Kinley
frowned. How? He didn’t
seem to be having any trouble. He’d just pushed them to the side and shoved his
fingers deep in her pussy to work magic on every one of her sensitive spots.
Her blood heated, her heart raced, her pleasure swelled, her breath caught. He
pressed one big finger inside, against some nerve-laden spot she’d only ever
read about.
Kinley
gasped.

“Make her come, Law,” he growled against her ear, his teeth
nipping at her lobe in a sharp little bite that flared into something beyond
pain. She shivered against him.

Dominic reached under her shirt and bra until he cupped her
breast, plucked at her nipple. Heat flared. “You’ve never come, have you? Tell
me, and don’t you lie. I know you haven’t had a man inside you. We’re going to
change that, but I want to know everything you’ve experienced so far. Have you
ever brought yourself to orgasm with your fingers? Have you ever rubbed
yourself until you screamed, until your eyes rolled back in your head and your
whole body shook? Tell me. I want to know if this is your first.”

Kinley
could barely find her
breath. Law’s finger still caressed her insides, massaging that deep place,
while his thumb rolled over her clit. She couldn’t stop her hips from rolling
against his hand. She wanted more friction, more of that heating, building
sensation that was firing urgently between her legs. She wanted to figure out
where this road led.

Dominic tweaked her nipple. The sharp pain brought her back
from the brink of something new. She keened in protest and need.

“Answer me,” Dominic demanded. “When you do, Law will use
his hand to make you come for us. Do you understand?”

She managed to gasp. “Please…”

“What sweet begging. I’m going to watch you come and hear
you scream. And I will watch your pussy clench around Law’s fingers. But you
answer me first. I’m the top here.”

He wasn’t on top. She was on top of the counter, but she
didn’t have time to wonder about his odd phrasing because he pinched her nipple
again.

“Never,” she panted. “I’ve never come before. I tried a
couple of times, but I don’t think my body works that way.”

She’d touched herself in the middle of the night a couple of
times, but found every incident both embarrassing and frustrating. More than
once, she’d tried to find the magical spot that would send her soaring to
sexual Shangri-La. If the whispers she’d heard were true, other women seemed to
be able to get themselves there.
Kinley
had never
even come close.

“Oh, it’s
gonna
work. Your pussy
is so wet, baby.” Law pressed in a second finger as he stared down at her. She
felt helplessly impaled, his stare, stretched and wanting and poised on the
edge of something she desperately needed.

She groaned low as he shoved those two fingers inside her as
deep as he could. He packed her so full. She liked the slight burn of him
stretching her.

Law’s entire focus was right between her legs, watching his
fingers disappear inside her before he pulled the slick digits nearly free,
then shoved her full again. “I know who and what you are,
Kinley
.
You just need something extra, and we can give it to you. Dominic, tell her to
come. Order her to do it.”

His words made her heart thump in her chest. Yes. She wanted
to be told, to be commanded. She wouldn’t have to think, just obey—and feel.
That demand would compel her, remove the stress of wondering if she could and
how she would from her mind.

“Fuck his fingers, pet. Hard. Move your hips against him.
That’s right.” Dominic continued to toy with her nipples, twisting and
pinching, sending crazy little beams of pleasure all through her system. His
words clouded her brain. “Do it now.”

Everything made sense then.
Kinley
gave herself over to his words and just obeyed. Every cell in her body
responded to them, to their actions and words, to the sound of their deep
voices. Something important lay just within her reach, hovering right before
her… And now she had permission to take that pleasure for herself because
pleasing her would please them.

She shoved aside any self-conscious thoughts and thrust
against Law’s hand. His thumb circled her clit, pressing down and around. Over
and over. With a cry, she writhed, taking his fingers even deeper than before.

Dominic tangled his hands in her hair and jerked, snapping
her gaze up to fall into the snare of his. “Beautiful, pet. That’s exactly what
we want from you.” He looked back to where Law’s fingers disappeared into her
body. “Do you feel how wet your pretty pussy is? That’s perfect. We want you
sopping and desperate for our cocks. Then we’ll fill you up.”

His words made her whimper. She couldn’t form a coherent
reply.

Dominic’s smile was both triumphant and wicked. “Listen to
me and listen well. You’re going to come for me and Law—all over his hand. Let
it go, pet. Now. We’ll catch you.”

Law stroked her again, the sensation igniting inside her.
His fingers pressed up, circling inside, his thumb scraping over her clitoris.
Dominic drank from her lips.

And she fell over the edge with a smothered scream.

Pleasure bloomed across her flesh, a wild rush of energy and
pounding sensation that had her gasping for breath and shaking, gyrating
against Law and holding onto Dominic for dear life. Her body burst, her soul
opened, and she surrendered to the moment completely.

As the sensations crested then slowly lulled from electric
to tingling, then finally to lazy satisfaction, Dominic’s hand softened at her
breast. His kisses became sweet and gentle. “Beautiful, pet. So fucking
gorgeous. That’s what I wanted. Tell me how you feel.”

She felt free. She felt open. She felt incredibly alive.

“Amazing.” A happy little grin tried to stretch across her
lips.

Law smiled back, his face more open than she’d ever seen it.
His eyes were lit with something that looked a lot like joy, and
Kinley
warmed at the thought that she’d contributed to his
pleasure.

“She’s going to be so tight, Dom. I could barely fit two
fingers inside. We need to prep her. As soon as possible. God, I can’t wait to
fuck her.” Law withdrew his hand. The digits were soaking, and he didn’t care.
In fact, he licked his fingers, sucking the cream from them. He let loose a
sexy groan. “Hmm, she tastes as sweet as she looks.”

Her whole body throbbed with residual sensation and a new
flare of desire. Her heart still chugged, even as languid pleasure coursed
through her. Time slowed.

Law’s hands had been inside her body. Now he was tasting her
essence and he seemed to love it. He’d known exactly how to please her. Both of
them had, actually. Now just looking at them both amazed and aroused her.
Though she’d been kidnapped, dragged away from her wedding—albeit one that she
deeply suspected would have ended in her death—and she sat on a kitchen island
with her legs spread for the men who had ripped her life apart,
Kinley
was happy.

What was wrong with her? What would people think? Magazines
wrote about her family. Her kidnapping would be all over the news. If anyone
learned what had just happened, the fact that she’d allowed her captors to
touch her would be plastered all over America.

Horror flooded her system.

“D-don’t.”

Dominic jerked back, yanking his hands to his sides. His
face closed down. Just seconds before he’d been flushed with desire. Now he
looked stony cold again. Though they were still standing close together, there
seemed to be miles between them.

“Changed your mind, huh, pet?”

She closed her legs and scrambled away from them, trying to
regain some form of dignity. Her hands were shaking. What had she done?

“
Kinley
?” Law reached for her.
“Baby…”

She couldn’t listen or trust herself at the moment. She was
too emotional to make any decisions now, much less one to surrender her
virginity to two of the men who had whisked her across the country against her
will.

No matter how sweet they had been to her. No matter how they
were very likely saving her life. No matter how much pleasure they had given
her.

No. No!
She
couldn’t listen to those voices. She couldn’t trust them. Like all of her
female parts, they screamed that being with these men was right. That she would
be safe with them.

Her clitoris had Stockholm syndrome.

“I need to be alone for a while.” She had to think. Figure
out how to put this embarrassing catastrophe behind her and never fall prey to
the lust they roused in her again. What kind of woman fell for her captors?

If she stayed here, she would make a complete fool of
herself. They wanted information, assistance. They didn’t really want her. She
was nowhere near their league. They were gorgeous and undoubtedly good in bed.
She was plump, naïve, and inexperienced. If she slept with them, she would
forever be the debutante who’d been dumb enough to spread her legs for her
kidnappers.

“
Kinley
, let’s talk about this,
baby.” Law stepped up, his big, masculine, oh-how-hot-would-he-look-naked body
blocking her way to the door.

She shook her head. “Move. Please.”

“Let her be, Law,” Dominic warned. “You don’t want to give
her any reason to say we forced her. It’s exactly why we should have stayed
away. I lost my fucking head.” Dominic gathered the papers from the table she’d
sat at earlier, before Law carried her to the island and nearly seduced her.

And darn it, she’d liked being seduced.

“Study these. You have tonight. In the morning, we’ll talk
again. I hope you understand that what just happened here was consensual.” Dominic
thrust the papers at her, his voice so matter of fact. She missed the way he’d
whispered passionately to her.

Everything had been consensual. He’d even begged her to stop
it, and she hadn’t. She’d wanted what they could give her and hadn’t stopped to
think about how she would feel afterward until it was too late. She couldn’t be
the woman who completed them. Fate had merely placed her in their way. They
wanted someone, and she happened to be in their path. End of story.

She held the files to her chest. She really did need to
review them, figure out if Greg was using her charity for criminal purposes.
She needed to piece together the evidence and decide if her sister and her
father were truly plotting to kill her. But mostly, she needed distance to figure
out what had just happened to her body. Her will. Her heart. She’d nearly given
everything to a couple of men she barely knew. She wasn’t ever rash or
irresponsible. Why them? Why now? And why did she want to put her arms around
Law? Why did she want to brush against Dominic and see if she could arouse him
again?

Why did she feel as if Riley was missing and ache to invite
him in?

The conflicting thoughts and wants in her head were making
her crazy, dizzy. She was exhausted.