Their Virgin Concubine, Masters of Ménage, Book 3 by Shayla Black, Lexi Blake

connection to. And that she will be so grateful, she won’t care.”
    Rafe sat back in his chair, a weary look on his face. “You had not yet figured that out? I knew it the minute I realized who she was. She is beautiful, but does not possess the sort of beauty that shows up in a photograph. It’s in her spirit, her smile, the way she moves. He has no idea what Piper is really like.”
    “What if she runs?” Kade couldn’t stand the thought, but he would not bury his head in the sand. Anything was possible. Tal was right. They should have challenged the law long before now but many other pressing matters had taken precedence, and marriage had seemed a distant thing. And then Tal had been taken, upending their world. That week when the rebels held him had changed all their lives. Talib had left a happy, optimistic young royal, and he’d returned a cold, distant man. They’d all been merely existing since.
    Now they had to deal with the real possibility that they could lose the crown—something their family had held for centuries.
    They needed Piper for more reasons than simply holding on to their birthright. But perhaps Tal needed her most of all.
    “It will be all right, Kadir.” Rafe stood, straightening his suit. “We will convince her. But you and I must do it. Talib is no longer capable of truly loving a woman.”
    That so wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “He’s not dead inside. I know he isn’t.”
    “I hope not. But we have to take care of her. I cannot allow Talib’s cold heart to scar her. I care about her. I think I can love her. What happened last night nearly ripped me apart. We will manage this fucking travesty of a handfasting. Then she will be ours. We will give her every reason to stay. Are you in or out?”
    There was a brisk knock on the door. Before he could answer, Rafe opened it, and Piper stepped through, her face a careful blank. She was gorgeous in the early morning light. Her brown hair shone richly. Her skin was a creamy pearl against the turquoise-colored dress she wore. The swell of her breasts made his cock hard.
    “Do you have any information on how I can get to my apartment? I’d like a map, please.” She said it with an even tone, but he couldn’t help but notice that her hands shook.
    “A limo will pick us up, Piper,” Rafe replied.
    “I’d rather take a taxi.”
    Kadir looked at her. She was solid. She wasn’t some delicate flower, but her heart was far more fragile than anyone believed. He’d handled her all wrong last night. He’d acted like a child who’d had his toys taken away. He’d treated her like a plaything and not a beloved female.
    Maybe it was time for Kadir al Mussad to grow up.
    He followed his true instincts, the one that had nothing to do with testosterone and everything to do with his heart. He stood and crossed toward her, his heart lifting as her eyes flared. Yes, he wasn’t always going to do what she expected. Rafe was right. It was up to them to keep her. Tal wanted her to save the kingdom. But Kade needed her to save him.
    “What are you doing?” The question came out as a breathless huff.
    He didn’t give her a chance to move out of the way. He simply crowded her and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close to his body, reveling in the feel of her against him. For the first time in his life, he simply allowed himself to enjoy a woman’s softness for emotional reasons. It was funny. He might never have truly opened himself to her if she’d just been a girl he and his brother shared, but she was the one. He would be married to her and that meant he had a chance to sink into her. “You’re coming with us, habibti . Don’t bother complaining. I won’t let you take a cab somewhere. Please, Piper, forgive me.”
    It took a moment. She was stiff in his arms, but then Rafe was there at her back, his hands on her, following Kade’s lead for once.
    “Forgive us, Piper,” Rafe said quietly.
    “There’s nothing to forgive.” Her