Free Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5 by Lexi Blake, Shayla Black Page B

no reason to piss her off. It was obvious she didn’t
understand what was going on.
    Kinley didn’t even look at him,
preferring to stare at Riley. Hands on her hips, she rose to her tiptoes, but
she still couldn’t even reach his chin. “No. I’m not kidding, and please watch
your language. You have a horrible potty mouth.”
    Riley’s whole face turned red. He wasn’t used to women doing
anything but falling at his feet. Law had to admit, it was kind of cool to
watch his usually unflappable brother fucking up right and left with a woman.
“You are either insane or stupid.”
    “And you are rude!” Kinley screamed right back at him.
    Not only was Riley rude, he also looked hard. His brother’s
erection was practically poking her in the belly. If his damn jeans weren’t so
tight, his cock would very likely be knocking on Kinley’s stomach right that second.
    He might be acting like the bad cop, but Riley was obviously
the horny cop. And that probably pissed him off. He didn’t want to want Kinley .
    Slowly, her body softened. Her lips flushed and parted. She
was responding. To his brother.
    “I’m going to speak really slowly so you can understand.”
Sarcasm dripped from Riley’s mouth. “I’ll bet you don’t know why Jansen asked
you to marry him, but I do. Ten million dollars, cupcake. He was going to kill
you on your honeymoon and collect the insurance money.”
    “I am going to use very small words so you can understand.
Fuck off.” She slapped her right hand over her mouth. “You made me curse!”
    Riley growled and rolled his eyes.
    She turned to Law, her shoulders squaring. “You can’t prove
any of this and you’re wrong. Let me go.”
    “Eventually, we will—but not until it’s safe. But you need
to listen to us. We do have evidence and we’re going to prove our case to you.”
    All that blonde hair ruffled around her shoulders as she
shook her head stubbornly. “It’s impossible to prove that Greg is a criminal
because he’s not.”
    “If you’re so sure, then it won’t hurt to listen. But you
can’t listen without eating, sweet…I’m sorry. Kinley .”
Law remembered that she didn’t want endearments from him. And it pissed him
off. “That’s final.”
    She sighed in annoyance. “I can’t eat.”
    “You don’t like eggs? I’ll get you something else.”
    She bit her lip and hesitated, clearly not wanting to admit
the reason. “I can’t eat when my dress is so tight. And I can’t get out of it
by myself. I tried. I can’t unbutton the back without help.”
    Oh shit. He had to
undress her. His fantasy and his nightmare rolled into one. “Turn around.”
    She hesitated.
    “I promise not to touch you. I’ll be careful. I don’t mean
to make you uncomfortable.”
    She slowly turned around, as if she wasn’t really sure this
was a good idea. But if she wanted out of the dress, what were her more
appealing options?
    Finally, she showed him the elaborate back. The bodice was
snug in a good way, and he couldn’t help but notice how it exaggerated the curve
of her waist, the way her skin glowed against the lace, looking creamy and so
damn soft. He wanted nothing more than to run his hand down every patch as he
exposed it, but he couldn’t. His hands were callused. They didn’t belong
touching anything so fine as her flesh.
    Riley sat down on the sofa, shaking his head in an
exasperated fashion. “We don’t have to torture her. That dress already does it.
We should leave her in the sucker until she tells us what we need to know.”
    “We’re not going to do that.” Law sent Riley a nasty glare
as he stared at the buttons. Would the calluses on his hands snag the silk?
    “Can you not undo it? Is it too tight? Oh, god. Are you
going to have to cut me out?” She sounded horrified. “It really is too small
for me. Becks was right; I shouldn’t have picked this dress.”
    Becks was full of shit. The dress was perfect. “It’s lovely
on you. And it fits just