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Their Virgin Hostage Quotes
Their Virgin Hostage
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Shayla Black6,177 ratings, 4.12 average rating, 260 reviews
Their Virgin Hostage Quotes
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“I got shot saving you. That should speak very clearly about my feelings. After all, I'll bear the scars of loving you for the rest of my life.”
― Their Virgin Hostage
― Their Virgin Hostage
“Are you a Dominant, Sir?”
“Yes.” A smile played at his lips. Hearing her call him that would never get old.
“And I’m a submissive?”
“Absolutely,” Law whispered in her ear. “You’re the sweetest little sub I’ve ever seen.”
A grin curled her mouth up. “So I call you my Doms?”
“Yes, pet.”
Her smile widened until she looked as if she was trying to keep a straight face. “You’re Dominic, the Dom.”
He sighed. “Yes, pet. I think I was aptly named.”
“You’re Dom Dominic.”
“While true, that’s not exactly how you should phrase it.” He frowned.
“You’re Dom Dom.” The smile zipped across her face. “I get to call you Dom Dom.”
― Their Virgin Hostage
“Yes.” A smile played at his lips. Hearing her call him that would never get old.
“And I’m a submissive?”
“Absolutely,” Law whispered in her ear. “You’re the sweetest little sub I’ve ever seen.”
A grin curled her mouth up. “So I call you my Doms?”
“Yes, pet.”
Her smile widened until she looked as if she was trying to keep a straight face. “You’re Dominic, the Dom.”
He sighed. “Yes, pet. I think I was aptly named.”
“You’re Dom Dominic.”
“While true, that’s not exactly how you should phrase it.” He frowned.
“You’re Dom Dom.” The smile zipped across her face. “I get to call you Dom Dom.”
― Their Virgin Hostage
“Kinley stepped up behind Law, peering out from behind his back. “Are you sorry you kidnapped me?”
He had to be honest with her. “No. If I hadn’t, you wouldn’t be here. I’d be a lot sorrier about that. I think you would, too.”
She pursed her lips. “Are you sorry that your dog raped mine?”
He wasn’t about to take that. “No, your dog led mine into sin. He has a thing for bows. She used it against him.”
He caught the faintest hint of a smile from her. “I’ll admit, she’s a flirty thing. So if you’re not apologizing for kidnapping me or very likely turning my dog into a single mother, what are you sorry about?”
So many things. “For being rude to you.”
― Their Virgin Hostage
He had to be honest with her. “No. If I hadn’t, you wouldn’t be here. I’d be a lot sorrier about that. I think you would, too.”
She pursed her lips. “Are you sorry that your dog raped mine?”
He wasn’t about to take that. “No, your dog led mine into sin. He has a thing for bows. She used it against him.”
He caught the faintest hint of a smile from her. “I’ll admit, she’s a flirty thing. So if you’re not apologizing for kidnapping me or very likely turning my dog into a single mother, what are you sorry about?”
So many things. “For being rude to you.”
― Their Virgin Hostage
“Hey!"
To his horror, the canvas started to move and a perfectly manicured hand appeared.
Law rushed across the hall, his feet making not a single sound against the carpet.
“Hafta getta way.” Kinley was trying to haul herself out of the laundry cart. One fist came up. “Won’t let you. Won’t.”
Riley peered down at her. How did she make that look so fucking adorable? She was a mess of white tulle, and all he could think about was wrapping himself around her.
“Baby, it’s all right.” Law reached for her hand, his voice softer than Riley could ever remember hearing it. Law was rough and tumble, but he got so tender around this one bit of blonde fluff. “What the hell. I thought I emptied the fucking syringe in her arm. We need the chloroform, Riley."
Yes, it was their last resort. It wouldn’t keep Kinley out for very long, but they had to keep her out long enough to escape this damn hotel.
“Don’t want to get married. Want the beach. Happy there.” They weren’t taking her to the beach, but at least Law seemed to be calming her down. Then she turned those kick-him-in-the-gonads brown eyes his way. "So pretty. Wanna get married?”
― Their Virgin Hostage
To his horror, the canvas started to move and a perfectly manicured hand appeared.
Law rushed across the hall, his feet making not a single sound against the carpet.
“Hafta getta way.” Kinley was trying to haul herself out of the laundry cart. One fist came up. “Won’t let you. Won’t.”
Riley peered down at her. How did she make that look so fucking adorable? She was a mess of white tulle, and all he could think about was wrapping himself around her.
“Baby, it’s all right.” Law reached for her hand, his voice softer than Riley could ever remember hearing it. Law was rough and tumble, but he got so tender around this one bit of blonde fluff. “What the hell. I thought I emptied the fucking syringe in her arm. We need the chloroform, Riley."
Yes, it was their last resort. It wouldn’t keep Kinley out for very long, but they had to keep her out long enough to escape this damn hotel.
“Don’t want to get married. Want the beach. Happy there.” They weren’t taking her to the beach, but at least Law seemed to be calming her down. Then she turned those kick-him-in-the-gonads brown eyes his way. "So pretty. Wanna get married?”
― Their Virgin Hostage
