Page 22 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
The young man with his head bowed raised his eyes, a small smile across his pink lips. His face was gorgeous, with sharp cheekbones and a perfect straight nose. He had eyes the color of lightning streaking across a black sky—a dark blue—and brown hair that was long enough to grab a fistful of. “Hello.”
Stone’s gaze studied Conall in a way that made Montgomery decide he didn’t like him. The appreciation in his stare triggered a wicked fire of jealousy to curl in his stomach, and his eyes narrowed on the other man.
“Are you pretending to be a dog or something?” he snapped at Conall.
Sloan’s brows rose in surprise, while Stone’s jaw hardened in warning. He shook his head at Montgomery, but Montgomery was on a roll.
“If I throw a stick, will you fetch it for me?”
“Monty!” Stone took a step forward, but Sloan raised his hand, effectively making Stone stop.
Conall peered at him inquisitively, his smile a mixture of knowing and smug, as though he knew exactly what kind of shit Montgomery had got himself into.
“You must be the spoiled rich kid I’ve been hearing about.” Sloan slid closer, his height towering over Montgomery. “You’re pretty.”
He reached out to touch Montgomery, but Conall cleared his throat. Sloan glanced at him, looking smug. He still touched Montgomery, the pads of his fingers caressing the length of Montgomery’s cheek.
Had it been anyone else, Montgomery might have punched him for touching him, but something about him shouted dangerous, and Montgomery had a feeling he’d snap his neck a lot more easily than Stone would.
“Very pretty,” he murmured. “You smell, but nothing a shower can’t fix.”
Montgomery suddenly felt naked under the scrutiny. Even though he had his briefs on, he felt exposed under the eyes of such a powerful man. But he wasn’t the only one looking at Montgomery. Other men had paused in what they were doing, watching the scene unfold carefully. Even George stared, almost waiting patiently. Did he have cum on his underwear? He didn’t bother to look. Too bad if he did. He wasn’t here to impress these kinds of men.
Stone’s jaw had turned white with how hard he clenched it, and Montgomery took pleasure at seeing the foul look flashing across his face. He didn’t like this man touching Montgomery.
Montgomery wanted to play with those emotions. He wanted to see Stone squirm in irritation, so he lowered his eyes, smiled softly, and turned his head, kissing the fingers caressing his skin. He grabbed Sloan’s wrist with his tied hands, a movement that earned him raised eyebrows from Sloan again, and sucked the fingers into his mouth, making exaggerated moaning noises around them. He swiped his tongue up one of them, deliberately making eye contact with Sloan as he did it.
“Thank you,” he whispered once he’d popped them out of his mouth. He made sure to throw a smirk over Sloan’s shoulder at Stone.
He went to suck the fingers in again, but Conall shoved himself between them, successfully dislodging Montgomery’s hold on Sloan’s wrist. “You’ve made your point,” Conall muttered, loud enough that only Sloan and Montgomery could hear him. “Touch him again and I’ll cut out your tongue myself.”
Sloan laughed and curled his arm around Conall. He dragged his back against his chest and kissed his cheek. “Hush, pet, there’s no need for jealousy. You know my cock is yours.”
“Whore,” Salvatore muttered from somewhere in the corner of the room, but loud enough for Montgomery to hear.
Stone shifted closer, his glare levelled on Montgomery as he took a spot beside Sloan. “I apologize for our prisoner, sir. He hasn’t learned when to keep his mouth shut.”
Sloan sent Stone a wicked grin. “That’s the fun part, Nick. Teaching them some manners.” He kissed Conall’s cheek again, his hands sliding down the length of his body. His palm cupped Conall’s erection through the leather pants, rubbing it as though they were the only two in the room.
Montgomery couldn’t tear his eyes away from them. There was no shame about doing such a thing in public. If anything, Conall thrusted his hips forward against Sloan’s hand and threw his head back against his shoulder, groaning.
“Good boy,” Sloan whispered, his hand returning to Conall’s shoulder and squeezing it. “Go stand near Byrne.”
Conall didn’t argue. He stepped away immediately, walking toward a wide man in a suit and sunglasses standing beside one of the sofas. The man shifted in front of Conall, his body shadowing him as though he was protecting him.
Sloan smiled in Conall’s direction before his attention returned to Montgomery. “I have no doubt that you’ll learn manners like my pet has.”
Montgomery made a noise of disbelief. “I’ll never be anyone’s pet.”
Sloan clucked his tongue. “I don’t believe it, and if it is true, it’s such a pity. You’d be a pretty pet.”
He glared at him. “Your pet is a human being, not a dog or a cat. Maybe you should treat him like what he really is instead of a slave.”
Stone sighed and grabbed his upper arm tight enough to make Montgomery hiss. He leaned in close and whispered, “You need to shut your mouth unless you want your throat slit. This is Sloan Killough, the mob boss of New York. He flew here to help us, so shut the fuck up. We need you alive.”
Sloan smirked, though, and crossed his arms over his expensive suit. “I’m hurt. One minute you’re sucking on my fingers, the next you’re lecturing me about how I treat my boy. Make up your mind.”
Stone stiffened beside Montgomery. “He forgets he’s a prisoner, sir. I’m in the process of teaching him his place.” His grip on Montgomery tightened even further, and Montgomery grimaced in pain, but a spark of electricity went straight to his dick because of it.
