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its mistress and immediately went to sleep.
    Which left him holding his beautiful hostage, who would
likely hate him come morning, and her dog thing. It really couldn’t get worse.
    He would make it up to Riley and Law. He had zero intentions
of really hurting the girl in a long-term way. But in the short term, she would
likely be…uncomfortable. At least she would be alive.
    He wasn’t the fucking bad guy here.
    “So warm.” She rubbed her head against his neck and her hand
petted the dog.
    He had a sudden vision of that soft hand stroking his cock.
That quickly, he was the uncomfortable one.
    Dominic closed his eyes and tried to not think about how
close his rigid dick was to her silken pussy and her lush ass. He could
withhold her orgasm until she told him exactly what he needed to know. God,
that would be a sweet bit of torture.
    And then he would walk away and never think about her again.
    Yeah, he was a real fucking good guy.
    So he wouldn’t touch the girl sexually. Good thing he had
other methods to break her down.
    He was just about to doze off when the dog started snoring.
    It was going to be a long flight.

 
 
 

Chapter Four
    Law looked through the windows in the great room, over the
lawn—not that the wilderness around the compound could be called that. The
River Run, Alaska, facility sat in the middle of endless miles of pristine
beauty toward the southeastern end of the state. There was a small town a few
miles away, but everyone who lived there was on the James’s payroll. They
wouldn’t be calling the cops. He doubted anyone even knew they were here with
the exception of the man who tended the grounds and had been dog sitting Butch
while they’d been in New York. An hour before they’d arrived, they’d called to
let the man know they’d care for Butch from here on out. No sense in putting
Gavin’s employee in the sticky position of being an accessory to a crime.
    Morning in Alaska this time of year came mighty early, but
it was something to see. Fog around the mountains and brilliant colors lighting
the sky.
    Right now, Kinley probably didn’t
really give a damn about the view.
    Down the hall, the banging on the door began again. She’d
been awake for half an hour, but he didn’t think she had complied with his very
reasonable request.
    “Have you changed your clothes yet?” he called, striding to
her door.
    “Go to hell. I’m not getting naked with you around,
criminal!” Kinley’s voice got higher with each
syllable and carried quite well. The doorknob jiggled before the banging began
again. “Let me out of here!”
    He leaned against the wall with a sigh. She’d been screaming
since the minute she’d awakened. With the exception of a few delirious
interruptions, she’d slept for almost fourteen full hours. He’d gotten worried
about her and had started looking up the names of doctors in the area, but once
she’d opened those pretty brown eyes, she’d started fighting. He’d left, hoping
that she would comply. And calm down. No such luck.
    “Baby, you can’t run around in that wedding dress. Isn’t it
uncomfortable? And you can’t eat in it. You’ve got to be hungry, so why don’t
you take a nice long shower and change into the jeans and shirt I left for you.
Then you can eat some breakfast. I’ll fix it for you.”
    He’d start out civilized, try not to scare her too much.
    “I’m not doing anything you say! I’ll fight to the end.
I’ll—”
    “I know you’re scared, but we’re not trying to hurt you.” He
closed his eyes briefly. “Think about it for just a second. I’m trying to give
you a little privacy so you can change and be more comfortable. If I was a violent
rapist, would I give you clothes? If I was a crazed killer, wouldn’t I have at
least tied you up or something?”
    That last phrase flashed lightning to his cock. When he tied
her up, he wanted it to be totally consensual, with their mutual pleasure in mind.
    God, he had to stop