Page 10 of Taken By the Dark Billionaires

Oh god.

A memory blasted behind her closed eyes. Drowsily, she had felt herself being lifted, a vile-tasting substance in the form of a tablet placed on her tongue before she was given a drink of water. By that time, she was so thirsty that she couldn’t stop herself from swallowing the tablet. Someone had then poured a thick liquid over her breasts.

She could hear the echo of Briella’s voice, trying to soothe her.

Milk and nectar. Ambrosia. Sustenance for the Masters.

No. No. No.

They were sucking the milk from her breasts. The tablet they had given her had made her lactate.

Jensen and Maxim sucked harder on her, filling their mouths with the essence leaking from her full breasts, then swallowing. With every deep pull, she felt a tiny bit of relief from the engulfing fire that saturated her, only for it to grow again, only fiercer.

Her body writhed against the wooden structure to which she was secured. Tears seeped down her face in a blend of embarrassment and something else. Something dark and deviant, unlike anything she should allow herself to feel. Something that felt like arousal.

How could she let this happen?

“She tastes sweeter than the nectar they put on her,” Jensen murmured against her breast before he closed his lips over her nipple again, taking it deep before he started to pull her swollen bud to the roof of his mouth, consuming the liquid he drew from her until she moaned behind the gag in her mouth.

Maxim twirled his tongue around her leaking nipple, letting her milk drip all over her breast before he lapped it up and swallowed.

“Food for the fucking gods,” Maxim growled, taking hold of her breast now with his large hand and sucking on her possessively, imbibing her milk fiercely. He released her, then, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, stepped back, and gave Ezra access to her breast.

She whimpered uncontrollably as Ezra sunk his teeth into her nipple, in direct contrast to Jensen, who had started to milk her breasts with his hand, gently rolling her nipple between his lips, coaxing her until she offered him a stream of milk that he shared with Maxim, who had moved in next to him now. Fresh wetness continued to pool in her pussy.

Ezra drank from her. She could feel her nipple drowning in the milk he kept in his mouth before he swallowed, and when he did, the strong suction on her breast made her all the wetter.

She could smell herself, and nothing mortified her more because so could they.

Shuddering with erotic sensory overload, she quivered as Ezra wet his fingers with her milk and then brushed those same fingers down to her mons and over her clit, parting her folds and slipping into her wetness again.

With his fingers now glistening with the evidence of her arousal between her thighs, he smeared it over her nipple and then started to suck on her again.

She couldn’t… Her body couldn’t stop quivering. Her embarrassment broke through every barrier as the milk from her breasts sprayed on their pristine suits, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“She’s fucking splendor,” Jensen said in answer to her messing their suits, and both Maxim and Ezra growled darkly at her.

How could she ever live this down? But it wasn’t over yet.

Jensen squeezed her nipple as Maxim caught the stream of her essence in the palm of his hand and then bathed her pussy in her own milk, holding his hand between her legs and then immersing her nether lips into the warm fluid.

He then slurped up the remaining milk before he stroked his fingers over her clit. Her entire body curled inward. The shock of being touched where she was on fire rattled her down to her core.

Jensen filled his mouth with her milk and then dropped down on his haunches. He parted his lips and engulfed her whole pussy, sucking and swallowing.

She couldn’t stop the wild, untamed cry as he flicked his tongue across her clit. She couldn’t stop the orgasm that had been building silently inside her from breaking through like a volcano.

Jensen and Maxim stood on either side of her again. While Maxim stroked her clit, driving her over the edge and into a field of madness, Jensen slipped the tip of his finger into the entrance of her core. It seemed as if she were filled to the brim, her body too small to accept even just one digit on his hand. He deepened his hold, and more wetness spilled from her at the same time as her walls clenched around his digit, her climax unending. She could feel her clit pulse against Maxim’s touch.

Through the stunning fervor soaring from her body, she managed to follow Ezra as he moved with silent, deadly stealth toward the hearth.

What?

But then she cried out silently in panic as Jensen and Maxim each took a nipple and sucked from her again, relieving the hot ache in her breasts yet making her even wetter and more swollen with need. Between the two of them, they took turns coating their fingers with the wetness inside her, then gliding it over her engorged clit as they drank from her breasts.

Dear god, she was going to come again. She couldn’t stop herself. She was too weak. But Ezra picked up the iron rod from the fire, and she crumbled under such spectacular turmoil that she thought she was going to blackout.

She was so confused. Her body didn’t know whether to climax or freeze in fear. But then Jensen and Maxim increased their attention on her pussy and nipples. She couldn’t fight them off. She wasn’t experienced enough to understand her own body. She was at their mercy, and they were ruthless.

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