Page 36 of Taken By the Dark Billionaires

The next few days rolled by in a daze. During the day, Briella kept her company, and at night, she was passed from Ezra to Jensen to Maxim, and they filled her body with their seed.

One night, when she couldn’t sleep, Maxim carried her into the kitchen and ordered her to make him cupcakes… She blushed a permanent shade of red when he disallowed her to put on any clothes.

He sat and watched her bake… naked, his gaze dipping from her lips to her nipples to her pussy. When she presented him with a batch of her famous vanilla cupcakes, he devoured them all. After, he picked her up onto the table, on her fours, and used his mouth on her dripping wet pussy, turning her even wetter, before he pulled her up against his chest and sank his cock into her center so deeply that she bit the finger he slipped into her mouth for her to suck.

Another night, Jensen stole her from their massive, custom-made bed and set her down in his lap. She begged him to tell her about their heritage, their ancestors, and the obstacles they had to overcome in order to be crowned the kings of the Basilisk Empire.

His deep, sexy voice serenaded her as he told her stories about their childhood, and all the while, his fingers stroked her pussy, using her wetness on his fingers to quench his thirst.

When she asked him how they got the tattoos on their cocks, he put her on her knees and demonstrated how they had to bend their shafts over a wooden plank, and then he made her kiss his cock better until he came all over her breasts. Still coming, he picked her up and crushed her to him, his cock still hard, finding her pussy. She clutched him to her, and her body turned to flames as he emptied the last bit of his cum deep inside her pussy.

She had stumbled upon Ezra by complete mistake as she wandered around the house. She found him in an arena in their house, dressed in nothing but black silk drawstring pants, waving a sword in his hand that looked heavier than she was.

In secret and mesmerized awe, she watched as he yielded the weapon as if it were a toy. Wetness soaked her panties, and she felt guilty for spying on him. She had just turned around to leave when Ezra grabbed her and pinned her against a wall. He sliced off the nightshirt and panties she had been wearing, then, using the tip of the sword, slid it up her body from her clit to her throat.

Fear drenched her, and yet it was that very fear of being cut that made her so wet. Ezra ordered her to make herself come with his cock, forcing her to rub her pussy over his shaft, ordering her to climax so he could feel her lips flutter against his thickness, and the longer she took, the harder he pressed the blade to her throat.

She couldn’t tell the difference between fear, pleasure, and pain. A trickle of blood slid down her throat, and at that moment, a brutally intense orgasm burst from her. Ezra threw the sword aside, wrapping her legs around his waist. He fucked her against the wall until she came again, and so did he.

“They truly love you, my lady,” Briella said as they drank coffee together. She preferred to call Suttonmy lady ratherthan by her name. She saidmy ladyhad a nice ring to it.

“What?” Sutton was shocked and surprised that Briella would say something like that. “Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s true. There was a council meeting at the monastery, and my friend, who is famous for eavesdropping, told me that the council looked at your heritage, and there was no bloodline to match the Basilisk Masters, so you couldn’t have their son because he wouldn’t be a true Basilisk, and that you needed to have the brand removed because you were an impostor. But,” Briella said excitedly as if she’d been waiting to get to this point all along.

“But Masters told them you weretheirchosen one, and if anyone said anything else about you or touched you, they would unalive them. They love you, my lady. The whole council voted for your removal, but the Masters just flicked their decision aside just like that,” she said, making a flicking motion with her fingers. “You’re the luckiest girl in the world, my lady.”

Sutton swallowed around the pit in her throat.

Did they really say that? Why would they insist on keeping her when removing her would be best for the empire? Their son wouldn’t be of pure blood.

“Then one of the oldest monks said if that were the case and the Masters refused to remove you, then you’d have to be initiated, even if you were possibly already pregnant. And my friend said if the old monk didn’t have a few years left to live, they would have killed him right there. They said there would be no initiation, then they ended the discussion and dared anyone to speak. See how much they adore you?”

“What would happen during the initiation?”

“My friend was curious too, and she asked a senior priestess and found out bits and pieces. It was written in the scriptures that a woman could become a descendant of the Basilisk if she was willing. Then she had to be whipped until she bled by all the priests until she had received one hundred lashes on her back. Then, she had to be locked in a dark room for a week and starved. She had to walk on glass and coals. And not sleep for days. If she failed, she couldn’t try again.”

“And if she did all these things, she’d be worthy?”

“Yes. The priests would tell her so on the last day. But that is not something you have to ever worry about. You’re like a princess with three princes.”

Sutton took a deep breath and looked at Briella. It was something she had to worry about.

They had done nothing but protect her, save her family, and owned her... her heart?

She may not completely understand their old-world rules about bloodlines and things, but she understood her love for them, and she didn’t want anything to mar that. Certainly not her lack of status in the eyes of their council. She couldn’t allow them to break an ancient tradition for her. She couldn’t allow them to change their history.

She was strong. She was determined. And she—

All of a sudden, she realized she had fallen in love with them the moment they struck her speechless when she saw them get into their car in front of their high-rise building that first night she saw them.

She loved them unconditionally, as she proved to herself when they took her virginity. She loved them when they told her no one was allowed to hurt her and then killed for her. She loved them now when they saved her, rescuing not only her heart but her soul.

She belonged to them in every way possible because she had nothing to give them but her love and her body.

And despite the many times she heard them say they had claimed her, she was only theirs because she wore their brand, but she loved them with her whole heart. Her soul. Her life.

This way she could show them she loved them without having to say it.

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