Page 18 of The Prince and His Bodyguards
“My liege, may I explain?” he asks. Ragnar nods, and the huge man continues. “This isn’t a castle, per se. Not like the kind you find in Europe with a moat, portcullis, and arrow slits for defense. But you Americans are interesting. Evidently, there was an eccentric billionaire who got it into his head that he wanted to build a castle for his family to live in. He bought some property outside Chicago, and boom! Now we have Castle Black.”
I stare.
“But why haven’t I heard of this place before? And where’s the billionaire and his family?”
Rizza shrugs, lowering his huge form to the couch beside us.
“Rich people often prize discretion, and the billionaire’s no different. Evidently, he talked to people at Google and convinced them to leave Castle Black off Google Maps. Not only that, but there are no roads that lead here. No public roads, at least,” he amends. “So Chicago PD would have a hard time finding you, if they even have jurisdiction over this area.”
I stare at them.
“But they can use the GPS in my phone to track me. Someone’s going to realize I’m missing after a while.”
The three men look at each other and shrug.
“Sure, after a while,” Rizza drawls, his black hair like midnight. “But it’ll take some time. In the meantime, you’re ours.”
I stare at them.
“I’m yours?”
Rizza grins at me, almost baring his teeth.
“Yes. All of ours.”
I take a deep breath because obviously, this conversation has been mind-blowing. Actually, everything that’s happened today has been mind-blowing, and Ragnar runs a big hand up and down my back soothingly.
“You okay, sweetheart? It could be the aftereffects of sub-space. Youhavebeen to sub-space before, haven’t you?”
I close my eyes and inhale a deep, shuddering breath before opening them again.
“No, I haven’t,” I murmur. “In fact, that was my first time.”
All three men jerk, surprised expressions on their faces.
“Really?” Mizhir growls, leaning forward from his seat. “But you were so responsive.”
“Never,” I confirm, meeting all of their gazes. “It felt amazing, I’ll give you that, but never have I lost consciousness from the force of an orgasm before. But you haven’t answered my question either,” I press. “Where is the billionaire who owns this castle? You assassinated him, didn’t you? And his family too, I bet. Their bodies are probably decomposing in the basement right now.”
The three men burst out into shouts of laughter then, and to my shame, a twinge rockets through my pussy. After all, the three Lysenians are incredibly handsome, showing off bronzed skin, charming smiles, and broad, muscled physiques.
“Ah, Ali, how little you think of us,” the prince chuckles while gently stroking my back. “Of course not. We committed no such atrocities. We’re noblemen from powerful families. We’re renting this place, that’s all. The billionaire is a friend of my father, and was happy to let us have the run of the place.”
I stare at them.
“I see. So you’re not criminals.”
“Nope, we’re not,” Ragnar says with an impish grin, showing off an attractive dimple in his left cheek. “In fact, our jobs are pretty boring. We’re here, promoting Lysenian pears of all things. So we’re businessmen representing our country, that’s all.”
I stare at them.
“But what’s with the kidnapping? And the double dicks?”
The men share a knowing glance.
“Well, we heard you’d been asking around about a “dark prince” and so we wanted to get a head start on things,” Rizza replies in a smooth tone.
“And the double-dick thing is a family trait,” Ragnar replies as if it’s no big deal. “Did you enjoy it?”