Page 7 of Taken By the Dark Billionaires

They had been instructed to ice-climb Helmcken Falls and then Mount Everest, but of course, their names didn’t appear on the official list of climbers. They played poker with their lives. If they lost, assassins with their guns trained on them would pull the trigger, no questions asked. They were tortured to measure their endurance, and then the very next day, they were taught dining etiquette.

They had earned their place as the Sesquicentenary Masters of the Basilisk Empire and had proved their strength and power time and again. This was the only thing they accepted and believed in when it came to the practice of belonging to the Empire.

This was the only task they would honor, right here in the dungeon below their house. No one knew that beneath the modern architecture of glass and chrome was an intricate network of caves and tunnels used by the monks themselves centuries ago. Now it was back in use temporarily, only for the purpose of this ritual where their heir from this virgin’s body would take the throne.

Their intention in performing their duty had been to go in clinically, as a necessity only for the longevity of the Empire.

They didn’t need to see her or know her to fuck her. She had already been chosen as 'The Perfect One’ by the council out of no more than a handful of other suitable virgins spread across the world. She was deemed the only viable female to carry their seed.

The flower to their dragon-serpents.

The lily to the basilisk.

The first time they’d take her, they would harden their cocks, spit on their fingers to make her wet, then impale her to take her virginity. That was the whole purpose of the ritual. To take her virginity.

They weren’t meant to come inside her. Not now. Instead, as dictated, once they’d taken her virginity, they were meant to pull out and empty their cum on her pussy, on the brand on her mons, sealing in their emblem and their ownership of her body so they could impregnate with their heir. After the ritual, once she was presented to them again, she would spread her legs and receive their seed until she was pregnant.

But what they hadn’t expected was a stark, raw rush of blood running hotly under their skin at the sight of her now. The instant they’d set their gazes on the virgin strapped to the St. Andrews cross, a unanimous but completely foreign feeling had settled over them, and they couldn’t douse it with their stoicism or ice it with their coldness.

While they had accepted that their heir needed to take the throne, they had also promised their parents they would adhere to the finer details the rite required. She was meant to remain restrained against the sacred wooden structure when they took her virginity, and she was meant not to show her face to them.

But fuck the urge to remove her from the St. Andrews Cross and unmask her face so they could see her and use her body thoroughly riveted through them like a violent torrential storm.

As part of their induction, they also had to prove the extent of their control over their own bodies. What was considered the most beautiful women in the world were brought to kneel before them, where their sole purpose was to take Ezra, Jensen, and Maxim into their mouths and make them come.

Employing a kind of autonomy very few men were capable of, Ezra, Jensen, and Maxim had mastered how to control their erections despite having beautiful women kneeling at their feet sucking on their dicks. They could turn off their erections in a second.

They had also conquered the act of ejaculation and could regulate their bodies accordingly. It was all mind over matter.

But this woman—someone they didn’t know—wouldn't have mattered if she were chosen to be bred by them. How had she been able to bypass their superior autarchy?

Curiously, they’d allowed their bodies to react to her while being fascinated at the same time. She was able to draw a response from them more blatantly and palpably than anyone they had allowed to do so in their entire lives, and they had been trained to be the very epitome of aloofness. Their emotions were unreadable, and their expressions were inscrutable.

Yet her face was completely hidden from them.

Covered in black fabric, from her face to her ankles, her silhouette pinned against the wooden structure behind her had hardened their cocks instantly and simultaneously.

Their preparation for the virgin ritual had been so simple. Get hard enough to take her virginity, then do whatever was required to breed her afterward. They knew what they had to do, but to actually become hard involuntarily at the sight of a woman whose face they couldn’t even see properly caught them off guard.

No one caught them off guard.

Ever.

They mirrored each other’s puzzled expressions that a woman could do this to them. She superseded their control and… weakened them for but a split moment in time. Something about her crept in under their skin and heated their blood.

They were intrigued by her.

By the time one of the monks in attendance approached her and tore the flimsy material off her body to her waist, it had been her perfect full breasts, filled with milk for them to drink, and studded with the prettiest fucking nipples they had ever seen, their curiosity had risen tenfold, as had the hardness in their cocks.

Who was she?

"Enough," Ezra said, voicing what both Jensen and Maxim wanted to say, all three of them unable to dispel the expression of intrigue still lining their faces.

“Leave,” Maxim said softly, but not without the unmistakably dark threat in his voice.

The young monks took a moment to realize their sole purpose of stripping her and branding her, then spreading her legs open for the Masters to draw her virgin blood was no longer required.

They knew better than to disobey their Masters and deserted their posts immediately, but of course, not without addressing each of them by their names with their heads bowed low.

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