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 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?”
I stare at him because he knows I liked it. I loved sucking two cocks at once, and it was so naughty and wrong knowing that the two cocks were a mutation. Am I sick? Am I one of those girls who likes alien romance and monster porn? I’ve never read that kind of stuff before, but hell, maybe I should.
“I did like it,” I admit in a low voice. “But a family trait? What do you mean?”
Ragnar shrugs, totally unbothered.
“Men of the Lysenian royal family often have two dicks. Not all the time, mind you, but a lot of the time. It’s a dominant trait, and as far as I’m aware, the male members of the family that I know all have it.”
I stare at him.
“But how did it come about?”
Ragnar shrugs again, his handsome face calm.
“We don’t know exactly. There are rumors that it’s from inbreeding, but I don’t know about that. Sure, we were somewhat inbred in the seventeenth century, but as far as I know, for hundreds of years there hasn’t been anyone marrying their sisters or cousins. But yeah, there’s a legend that the male line is descended from a mighty dragon that had two dicks. It happens in the animal kingdom, you know. There are mammals out there that have two penises, and my family just happens to have this mutation.”
I stare at him, my jaw on the ground.
“Holy hell. Do people in Lysenia know?”
Ragnar shrugs again.
“I’m not sure. There have always been rumors, but it’s not like every Tom, Dick and Harry gets to look at my dick. And my brother and I don’t flaunt it either. I always put my girls through the ringer first, as you’ve experienced with Mizhir and Rizza, and my brother? Well, let’s just say Haakon is a sick fuck. I don’t want to get into it but he makes sure his business stays private.”
I gape at the handsome prince.
“So by putting girls through the ringer, you mean tying her up and having your servants train her ass and cunt.”
Ragnar nods, his blue eyes gleaming.
“That’s right, Ali, and I have to say that you passed with flying colors. A lot of girls can’t do it, actually. They think they can handle double penetration, but when they get a load of Mizhir and Rizza, suddenly, they get scared. I don’t blame them. You’re what, Rizza? Nine inches?”
“Ten uncut, my liege,” the handsome bodyguard growls.
“As am I,” adds Mizhir with a crafty grin. “You took twenty inches like a pro, Ali. We were impressed.”
That’s when I sit up to stare at these men. This is just so crazy and I don’t even know what to think. The prince and his henchmen have basically admitted to every crime I’ve accused them of, and don’t seem bothered by it either. Is it diplomatic immunity? Or something more nefarious? Surely, the United States government wouldn’t put up with such abhorrent behavior.
But Ragnar reads my mind.