Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I blink blearily, my eyes still trying to focus. Where am I? What just happened? Then, it all comes rushing back to me. I was kidnapped! I had a drink from the bar at the club, and suddenly, I was having no holds barred sex with three gorgeous men. Even crazier, one had two dicks.
At that very moment, something jerks beneath my curvy rump. Even through the thick blanket wrapped around my form, I can feel the movement, and then it jerks again in a slightly different spot and I know that the dream is very much real. I had sex with three men, and one of them had two dicks.
My eyes fly open, and I stare at the visage of the man cradling me. He’s devastatingly handsome with penetrating blue eyes, a proud Roman nose, as well as black hair brushed off from a high forehead. His demeanor is arresting, and somehow, that blue gaze sees straight into my heart.
“My liege?” I manage in a raspy voice.
He turns to a man at my side.
“Get her some water.”
Immediately, a bottle appears and my captor twists the cap off before holding the opening to my lips.
“Drink, sweetheart,” the prince growls. “You were in sub-space for a while there. We were starting to get worried.” Then he turns to the other man again. “Let’s get her some sustenance too. Maybe some fruit. Would you like that honey?” he asks, turning back to me. “Strawberries, apples, grapes? You decide.”
I blink again, but at that moment, my stomach lets out a humongous growl.
“Oh my god!” I cry out, cheeks flushing. “That didn’t just happen!”
Another man standing to our left chuckles, and I lift my eyes to see Rizza. He looks as forbidding as before, with his shock of dark hair, obsidian eyes, and build of a gladiator. Fortunately, he’s put the loincloth back on, but if I squint, I can see the tip of his dick dangling below the hem of his cloth, just brushing his knee.
Shame rushes through my form then. What was I doing, acting like such a slut? I started out okay by protesting the kidnapping, and struggling against their deviant ways. But by the end, I was nothing but a come-hungry whore. I took dick in my pussy, ass, and mouth, and if I could do it again, I would.
The prince strokes my cheek gently with one big finger.
“Don’t be ashamed,” he says in a low tone. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Ali.”
I look down as my cheeks flush.
“But … but … I don’t even know your name!” I cry out, my eyes anguished. “And you seem to know everything about me already!”
The prince chuckles again, his blue eyes dancing.
“Well, why don’t we take things one step at a time then? This should be easy enough to remedy. You already know the names of my two bodyguards,” he growls, nodding at the two hulking manservants. “Mizhir and Rizza. You must have heard me namecheck them during our session together.”
I nod, looking down at my hands.
“Yes, but who are you?” I manage in a whisper. “I mean, I’ve heard about a dark prince, but that’s all you ever were to me – the prince with no name.”
The man trails his finger down my cheek again before rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that his touch was almost tender – as if he truly cares about me.
“Well, that’s easy enough to solve,” he rumbles, blue eyes amused. “I’m Prince Ragnar of Lysenia. I’m happy to be at your service.”
I stare at him with wide eyes.
“I’ve heard of Lysenia before. I think.”
He nods.
“It’s a small country, sandwiched between Greece and Albania. Our population is minuscule, and we don’t have much to boast of except the tastiest pears this side of Heaven.”
I think for a moment.
“Wait a minute. Lysenian pears, right? The ones that are big and red?”
The prince shakes his head.
“Nope, sorry. Our pears are yellowish-green. Mizhir,” he calls. “Can you bring a pear over? Ali’s never had one.”
His bodyguard appears with a huge, luscious fruit in hand. It’s about the size of a grapefruit, and a queer, almost luminescent yellow color.
“Here,” Ragnar says, holding the fruit to my lips. “Try it, honey. I think you’ll like it.”
I watch him for a second, but then obey. After all, I’m hungry and this pear looks juicy and sweet. The crunch of my teeth sounds loud in the room, but immediately my palate is flooded with sweetness. There’s honey, wildflower, citrus, as well as something I can’t name. In fact, it’s so good that I immediately lean in for another bite, hoping to enjoy more of this bliss.
But Ragnar pulls the fruit away.
“Slowly, sweetheart,” he admonishes. “You’re just coming out of sub-space and we don’t want you to hurt yourself. After all, our national fruit is known for its sweet, tangy quality, as well as its power as an aphrodisiac.”