Chapter Ten
Cian could still feel her pussy on his cock, penetrating her virgin tightness and forcing her to open up for him, the same way she would have to do for Slade and Lachlan.
In the dead of their cells, where they’d been shoved into after she was taken away, he could tell Slade and Lachlan were thinking and feeling the same thing.
There was no denying that the Swan House princess was the epitome of beauty, with her dark, expressive golden eyes fringed with thick, lush eyelashes, her full and plump lips, her jaw slender and feminine, and her throat perfect for any one of the three of them to wrap their hands around and squeeze until she was no longer breathing.
She was one of them. Their number one enemy. She’d sat on their laps and wrapped her cunt around their cocks, and they had been forced to come inside her.
The fact that this whole thing had been in the making for close to fifteen years staggered him. They grew up in a trailer park, most nights going to bed hungry if they weren’t able to steal food from the nearest town. They didn’t know where they came from. All that mattered was where they were going. And fuck, they got there fast.
The richest men in the world. The most powerful. The most feared opponent. No one in their right frame of mind wanted to make an enemy out of them. Then, one day, a strange man with dead eyes insisted on seeing them in their sky-scrapped office.
The man dressed in a white robe, wearing a chain with a swan pendant, his hair slicked back with oil, and his breath sour, and they had given him the time of day only because he mentioned one name.
Cara.
They were eleven years old when they found her. She was wrapped in a thin blanket in the middle of winter under a tree near the river that ran through the trailer park they called home.
She had only been a year old, too cold to even cry. A note had been attached to her blanket, and they all three remembered each word.
Take her. I don’t want her anymore. Her name is Cara.
That note had ripped them apart, right down to their souls. They knew what it was like to feel unwanted by the people who birthed them. From that day on, they vowed to take care of her with everything they had.
Cara became their world. She had everything a baby could need. She never went to bed hungry or cried because she was sad or lonely. The food she ate, the best of everything, the clothes she wore, and the cot in which she slept were all stolen. They’d been so motivated to take care of her they’d upped their skills exponentially.
They had big plans to take over the world, and Cara, their sister, would have that world at her feet. They loved with their hearts and souls, and she loved them right back. No one in the trailer park cared that three eleven-year-olds were bringing up a baby by themselves. No one wanted to get involved, so they turned the other way, and that suited them fine. If anyone touched Cara, they would die.
But then they decided she needed a maternal presence in her life, something to balance the scales, and no one had been as good, honest, and generous as Lady Lydia. They were a family.
Until the day Lady Lydia’s mobile home exploded, with both Lady Lydia and Cara still inside. They’d been eighteen years old, and Cara had just been eight-faulty wiring. If Cara had been living in a house, she might still have been alive. Buying a house had been something they were working toward. For Cara. Their little sister, whose mother threw her away because she could, just like their parents had done to them.
Their whole world was destroyed in one go. They lost their humanity that day. They became cold and strategic, mopping up money as they went and dominating the world just because they could.
Then the man in the robe and the weird swan pendant showed them live footage of a girl who looked very much like Cara, but when they saw her unusual birthmark, they knew without a doubt it was their sister. She was alive.
She’d been taken from them.
Slade had been the nearest to the man, and within lightning seconds, he’d held the man against the wall, squeezing at his throat to tell them where Cara was.
It was then that they learned all about Swan House, one of four families that lived by rules that dated back to medieval times.
The man in the robe explained they were from a family with dragon’s blood in them, servants to Swan House, and their only role was to help Swan House procreate every century.
Cian, Slade, and Lachlan couldn’t have cared less about ancient families and their rituals. Until the man informed them that if they didn’t leave their cell phones behind on the desk and come with him as they were, he would press the button on the remote he pulled from his pocket and a poisonous gas would be released into the room in which Cara was held. She would die horribly within a few minutes. He also explained that if anything happened to him, his people, watching him on a camera feed, would release the gas without hesitation.
They knew how to read people. They could tell bullshitters from the real deal in a heartbeat; it’s how they’d gotten to where they were today.
The strange man hadn’t been lying when he said he would kill Cara. He'd added that she was a lovely young woman and very happy. She had two sisters whom she loved, and they loved her. She had everything she needed.
They’d been caught off guard that day, unprepared because they’d been told Cara had died in the fire. There were medical and police reports to back up the claim. They’d only been eighteen and never thought to question anything. Why would they have?
They never expected that Cara had been taken before the mobile home had been set on fire with Lady Lydia still in it.
Nothing in the world they did would put Cara’s life at risk, even while they silently vowed they would have their vengeance one day. But Cara deserved to live.
They’d followed the man out, into his SUV, and into the dungeon of Swan House.
Their job was to fuck the daughter of Swan House until she became pregnant.
They scanned everything around them. Watched the movements of the guards, to learn their habits and personalities. They kept an eye on the rotation of the camera just beyond the ante, the one that would scan their face if they passed through and instantly kill Cara.
They were going to find a way out, and they were going to take Cara with them. And if the Swan House princess was pregnant with their son, they were going to take her as well.
She wasn’t going to like it but fuck if they cared.
Her life was in their hands, and she didn’t even know it.