Page 20 of Taken By the Dark Billionaires

She was so wet already from the sight of Ezra and Jensen and their touches that she frantically worried if he would be able to smell her.

She needed to get out of there. Once the documents were laid back in the box, Sutton apologized once more and then scurried away. Thankfully, she waited but only a second before the doors of the elevator parted. She didn’t dare to look up, but she didn’t need to either. She could feel Jensen’s arresting, thoughtful gaze on her as the doors slowly closed.

She had no idea how she managed to hand the box to her boss or how she got to her office without falling apart.

But once inside, she shut her door and leaned against it. She trembled so hard that she had to hug some warmth into her bones, but that hardly helped.

It wasn’t just a coincidence anymore. Once, it could definitely be construed as purely coincidental. But twice? Meeting two out of the three of them within the same hour was not just dumb luck anymore.

She had to leave.

Pushing away from the door, she rounded her desk to get her purse. She couldn’t even tell anyone she was leaving. She just had to slip out of the building and never return.

Her heart lurched at the thought of throwing away so much money with the job, but she had been deluded to think she could still work for them when she had been drugged, given something to lactate, strapped to a frame, branded with the shape of a lily, and then had her virginity taken by essentially all three of them, all in what felt like old-world, ancient rituals. There were men dressed in robes that made them look like monks, for goodness’ sake.

She wasn’t that naive not to know that in the shadows, on the outskirts of societal rules, these kinds of people existed and had the ability to rule the world.

She had no doubt that the owners of Basilisk Industries, or the Masters of the Basilisk Empire, ruled the world. And she’d been innocently and unwittingly caught in their web.

Everything Tammy had said about them made sense. Except they weren’t involved in the mafia. It was much worse. They were infinitely more dangerous.

Holding the straps of her bag in her hand, she opened the door of her temporary office.

Maxim Black stood in the doorway like a god.

No, like the devil.

Chapter Nine

She was screwed.

With his hands in the pockets of his suit pants and standing to his full height, well over six-three, Maxim Black had a slight grin on his perfectly structured face. He took her breath away.

Dear god.

If they had somehow discovered it was her, what were they going to do? What was going to happen to her? Would they kill her because she knew about their dark, secret world? Would they imprison her in a cell in their dungeon until she died?

All her thoughts ground to a halt. Maxim casually inched his way into the office as if he owned it, which he did. He closed the door. Her only exit was closed off from her now.

Weakly, she started to backtrack. He followed.

Words failed to surface past her lips. If only she could ask him if he needed help with something. But she continued giving herself away.

She trapped herself against a cabinet. Maxim stood looking at her. Amused.

“I’m sorry,” she squeaked, then tried again. “I’m sorry. Is there anything I can help you with?”

She had to pretend she didn’t know who he was.

“Yes,” he said softly, then closed the distance between them.

Her last breath deserted her. Struggling to remain upright, a new wave of tremulous spasms raked through her.

With one hand curled around her throat, Maxim used his other hand to gather a bunch of the fabric of her tight skirt and then pulled it over her thighs.

Heaven help her.

She was paralyzed with fear and deviant arousal that took her back to their dungeon, where she did nothing but watch the war between her mind telling her it was wrong and her body climaxing whenever they so wished.

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