Page 21 of Capturing the Ruthless Billionaires

Her eyes flickered open. She strained them, trying to capture the sight before her under the haze of the few lamps still lit.

She sprang up from the slab of stone. A full-body tremble, robbing her of breath, weakened her to the point where she had to sit down again.

She was dreaming. This was a dream. No, it was a nightmare.

She would have recognized them anywhere in the world, dressed in prison garb, naked, or in suits that looked as if they’d cost the price of a small house.

“What…” Her voice faded as her gaze took them in. Heat rose from her body, starting from her toes up and her head down, only to collide in the pit of her stomach, where it became a furnace, burning out of control and consuming her. Her nipples hardened. Dampness assailed the folds of her pussycat. Her wall clamped down on nothing, but in her mind’s eye, she felt the lengths of their cocks move inside her—so thick they suffocated her, so dominant they changed the shape of who she was. The thought of taking any other men into her body destroyed her. She realized no one could touch her now. When she died, however soon that was, she would die only having felt their cocks inside her, their cum, their teeth marks, their tongue, and their lips. She hadn’t even been kissed before, and now she would never be able to give into the pleasure because her body betrayed her and sided with them, selling their allegiance to them. Why would she do that? She was their enemy.

Them

She remembered Cara saying their names. Slade had grey eyes—stoic, dark, and dominant. She wondered if he had ever smiled. Cian had green eyes, like a deceptively calm ocean, serene and pleasant, but she could see the potential beneath his gaze for violence and destruction—the same feelings she got from Slade.

And then there was Lachlan, his eyes so blue that charm dripped from him, his smile so easy, so sensual that he looked like a movie star. A startling image of him suffocating the life from his enemy flashed past her mind, and through it all, his charm never slipped and his smile never faltered.

Dear god, did her parents and the councilmen know who they had brought into Swan House’s dungeon?

“Hello, Alexandria,” Lachlan said, offering her that smile where she couldn’t tell if she was going to die or not. “Miss us,” he drawled, taking a seat on the Swan altar, his legs wide apart, as he leaned his elbows on his thighs.

Cian strolled around the tall hourglass, knocking on the glass and inspecting the imagery on the stone floor with the tip of his shiny black leather shoe.

“We missed you,” Cian said, giving her a moment’s attention before he resumed his fascination with the hourglass.

“Are you talking about her hot, sweet, tight Swan House cunt, milking us of every last drop of our seed, Cian?” Lachlan called out. “Or her stunning little face?”

“Both,” Cian said, not even looking at her this time.

Heaving in fear and confusion, her gaze glided toward Slade, who came to stand in front of her, his hands in his trouser pockets, his legs braced apart, his focus solely on her. She bit her lip and dug her nails into her palms to stop her from fidgeting like the nervous wreck she was.

Slade said nothing to her.

She’d seen them three different times, and each time, they grew deadlier. She stepped back as her mind started to reel as the shock of seeing them diluted and reality returned.

How had they gotten in? Where were the guards—her parents?

Oh god.

They were here to take her. Had they killed everyone in the house? No, no, no. She thought about Melle before she thought about her parents. Were they all dead? Because how else had they gotten in? After succeeding in escaping with Cara, Rhea, and their prisoners, the councilmen had upped their security exponentially. All parts of the dungeon that led out were closed off. The only way out of the dungeon was through the front door of the house upstairs.

They’d have had to walk into the house to get here…

Here.

For her.

“Please. No,” she said. Slade cocked a brow at her as if she had no right to make any kind of pleading command to them.

He slid the steel bars open. Alexandria fled to the back of the cell.

“No. You don’t need to take me. I’m a prisoner here. Please, don’t do this.” If she left this cell with them, her life would be over. She would never be able to find her way back to any degree of normalcy.

That would be entirely true, considering she would be dead soon anyway.

Lachlan moved with such speed that he took her breath away. Coming out of nowhere, he stepped into the cell, grabbed her around her waist, and flung her over his shoulder.

Her pleas turned to angry threats as she pummeled her useless fists in the backs of his thighs, wriggling with all her might to be set free. He held her as if she were a lifeless doll that weighed nothing.

Slade walked in front of them, and behind her, she caught Cian, giving the hourglass one last look before he toppled it over and followed them out. The sound of shattering glass echoed in the dank chamber, grains of sand scattering all over the stone floor.

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