The Billionaire’s Hidden Heiress

Flair POV

My body was shaking violently. My lip was bleeding and I could feel my blackened eye. Mr Ronaldo had not held back when he struck me. The fact I was a woman had not made him hesitate in the slightest, although if he had abused his wife, it made sense it wouldn't. If what I had just endured was even a smidgeon of what his wife had, then I didn't blame her for leaving the bastard. I was amazed she even put up with it for as long as she must have done.

I heard him hang up the phone, my only link to Grayson gone as I glared hatefully up at the man. He chuckled and examined his knuckles which were slightly red as he took a photograph to send to Grayson before looking over at me. My clothes were torn and I felt exposed with my bra showing.

"Your husband should have got the message that we're not playing around," he said satisfied, and then moved closer, putting his hand on my shoulder as I cringed "That photo was an added incentive."

"Did you mean what you said?" Gary growled and Ronaldo shot a warning glance at him as he continued to speak "about one of us having a turn with her?"

I shuddered. I had heard that threat and I knew instinctively that he was not lying when he made it. The excitement in Gary's voice was undeniable. He was hoping that he would be given that chance. I saw Ronaldo's lip curl back slightly.

"You should know me by now Gary, I don't make idle threats," he said with a smirk while Brady remained tight-lipped in the background, keeping a close eye through the door "I take it you would like to have a go at the lovely lady here?" he asked chuckling. "Would I" Gary blustered, sending chills down my spine "I mean look at that body" he gave a low whistle "And the lingerie she's wearing. God her husband must enjoy f*****g her every night" he said crudely causing me to blanch.

"It's a good thing you're not camera shy," Ronaldo said grinning "and you are more than welcome to have her if her husband doesn't come up with the goods the next time I phone him."

Gary looked as though Christmas had come early.

I felt revulsion sweep through me. He was not a handsome man. He was large and bulky with matted brown hair and thick eyebrows. He wore a suit but it didn't disguise the fact he was slightly overweight and that his face was covered in acne and blemishes. The sheer thought of him touching me at all made me gag, causing Ronaldo to chuckle.

"It seems Mrs Oakes is not quite as enthusiastic about it," he said peering at me while Gary scowled "Which makes this even sweeter. Means she'll scream more," he said gleefully as Gary nodded in agreement. Brady continued to say nothing.

Why was he so quiet? I tried to move my arms and winced. "Can't you at least tie my hands in front of me?" I said shrilly, as Ronaldo raised a brow at my demand "It's not like I'm going to fight you or anything." "Actually boss, it might be even better if she has her hands at the front, trying to fight me off in the video," Gary said helpfully.

Ronaldo considered that. "Go ahead," he told his thug dismissively "She's too weak to do anything against us anyway. The rest of the men are patrolling outside now" he added looking relaxed.

So there were more men now. I could feel my spirits sinking as Gary began to untie my hands and then retie them at the front, feeling pain as the circulation improved in my arms.

Gary leered at me. "You're so beautiful" he murmured thickly, licking his lips as I tried not to look directly at him "I'm going to enjoy taking you."

Goddamnit where was Grayson? Was he coming for me? I had heard how desperate he had sounded on the phone. It filled me with relief to hear how much he had protested and shouted out for me. But now I was starting to wonder if he was going to come or if I had been abandoned. Would my family know I'd been kidnapped? Would Knox or lan try to find me? I swallowed hard. I was aware of the clock ticking loudly in the room, of the minutes passing by. Precious minutes I could not afford to lose. Gary's excitement continued to rise and Ronaldo sat back in the chair, calmly looking at his watch. "Do you know what Gary?" he said looking at the man "I've half a mind to let you do a little bit to her as an incentive before I ring again. Let him know that we're serious. Why don't you give her a kiss" he sneered "and feel her up a little first."

My eyes widened as Ronaldo raised up his cell phone, putting the video recorder on. Gary rubbed his large hands together and slowly straightened up, eyeing me with open [**t.

Oh god no. The idea of having this man touch me, of doing that against my consent had me grow desperate. As he loomed over me, I kicked out, hard, getting him square in the balls and causing him to yell out as he grabbed at himself and doubled over in pain. "You b***h" he yelled, while I heard Brady snort in the background "you f*****g bitch."

"You left yourself wide open there" Ronaldo commented without sympathy "You were basically asking for it."

He got up and strode over, grabbing me by the neck and squeezing "However, I take offense to you hurting one of my men. Do it again and I'll break one of your fingers" he growled as I struggled for air.

He let me go and glared down at Gary who was on the floor curled up. "Pathetic," he said rolling his eyes "Brady take his place."

"Oh man, boss" Gary whined.

"Shut it. You had your chance" Ronaldo snapped icily.

Brady obediently strode to the front of me and waited while Ronaldo got back to his seat and picked up the camera. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Kiss her, rough her up a little, feel her, you know, make her cry," Ronaldo said impatiently "Do I have to spell everything out for you?" he added snarkily.

Brady shook his head and then eyed me. He was standing to the side so that I couldn't kick him the same way I had kicked Gary.

Brady's hand reached out and grabbed me by the throat. He was careful not to squeeze too hard, just hard enough to let me know he could cut off the oxygen if he needed to as my eyes watered. "Just like that" Ronaldo directed pleased.

Brady grunted and then bent down, kissing me hard on the lips while I flailed and tried to shove him off me, the feel of his lips slimy and revolting, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth and causing me to gag and choke as he plundered my mouth mercilessly. My hands shoved against him futilely as he kept me firmly in my seat, his hands squeezing my throat as it began to feel like it was on fire. He grabbed the back of my hair and yanked my head back, his hand creeping down my top as tears trailed down my cheeks, my hands pounding at him uselessly, Ronaldo's soft laughter in the background.

"Perfect" he crowed, while I wriggled and writhed on the seat, fighting and kicking "She's trying to resist for all she's worth" he added darkly "This is sure to cause her husband some grief."

Brady's hand rested on my breast and then he roughly squeezed, causing me to cry out, the pain ricocheting through my body. I wanted him off me. I screamed, the sound piercing in the small room. It was ear-shattering. Brady was panting slightly now. I felt degraded and dirty. Brady's hand moved off my breast and for a moment, I thought he had finished. Gary had finally gotten back to his feet and was looking at Brady with envy. Brady's hand wrapped itself around my waist and dragged me to standing, while I kicked out uselessly, dragging me over to the wall, where he pinned my arms above my head.

"Stop" I screamed, feeling his body pushing against me, heard the sound of Ronaldo moving to capture everything on tape, "Please don't" I begged, almost hysterical.

At this rate, it looked as though he was going to take me instead of just frightening Grayson with some footage.

"Looks like Brady is a little worked up" Ronaldo commented with a sickening grin.

I felt something hard poking me in the back and quivering as I realized it was his erection.

No, no, no. I wouldn't survive this. I couldn't. I felt my skirt being roughly torn off my body and flung to the floor, my mouth opening in another scream.

I glanced at Ronaldo, begging him to make his thug stop. "You know what, take her," Ronaldo said dismissively "Grayson can watch knowing that it will happen again if he doesn't give me the information. It will provide more leverage than just threatening to do it," he told Brady with a careless shrug. "No, please" I screamed, trying to fight out of his grasp.

His grip holding my hands above my head tightened. I shook my head in denial. This couldn't be happening. No, god no. The sounds of shouting filled the air. Ronaldo frowned and made a gesture towards Gary who looked disappointed. "Go find out what that's about," he said annoyed "I can't afford to stop this movie right now, it's just gotten to the good part." It was over. Grayson was never going to make it to me in time. Another scream ripped from my throat and then, the door leading to the office, burst wide open, like a miracle and an answer to my prayers, even as Brady moved to use me as a shield, his hand across my throat.