Taken by the Dark Billionaires: The Billionaire Rites Series, #2

By Chloe Kent

The Basilisk and the flower.

 

Sutton Baxter had no idea that trying to do a good deed for her best friend at work, struck down by the flu two days into her new dream job, would go so terribly wrong.

Now her friend is at risk of losing her job, and Sutton finds herself on the mysterious and foreboding billionaires' doorstep, prepared to beg on her knees that they not fire her friend.

 

Instead, she is mistaken for someone else, with no way out.

 

How long before the ominous billionaires, the owners of the Basilisk Empire realize that the girl from that dark, lascivious, ritualistic night is a lowly temp at their skyscraper office? And what's going to happen to her when they do?

 

Publisher Warning: Please note that this book contains scenes of a graphic nature and is not intended for sensitive readers or readers with triggers. Please read the list of triggers in the sample.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chloe Kent
• Release date: Sep 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223760993

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TAKEN BY THE DARK BILLIONAIRES

Chloe Kent

Copyright © 2023 by Chloe Kent

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Dear Reader

Taken by the Dark Billionaires is a dark contemporary reverse harem romance and as such it comes with a few triggers. Please don’t continue reading if you are sensitive to things like explicit sexual content with some elements of violence to it as well.

The kinks involved:

Virgin rituals as in the taking of the heroine’s virginity in a ritualistic setting.

Lactation kink in that she is given something to lactate.

Branding of her body to declare the heroes’ ownership of her.

Spanking and punishments.

Some medical play as in the use of medical devices.

Touch her and the heroes will unalive them, so the element of violence is there.

If you’re okay with that, please also keep in mind this is purely escapism fiction, meant just to titillate so I do bend some rules and realities particularly when it comes to the ritual of branding her. Don’t try this at home, in other words. ☺

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Hugs and happy reading!

Chloe

CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

EPILOGUE

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Chapter One

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Sutton Baxter took a deep breath, raised her hand again to the door knocker, then dropped it to her side. An uneasy shiver slid down her spine, as if knocking on the door would open the gates of hell for her.

Forged from the finest resources, the mahogany frame, with its deep reddish-brown hue glowing with streaks of gold, was exactly how she had envisioned the door of a billionaire’s house to look. Although ‘house’ was the wrong word, it was overwhelmingly palatial in its magnitude.

Her gaze slid over the series of intricately engraved patterns on the door, but it was the three-headed creature, something like a dragon with a snake’s body—a basilisk—in the center, that increased her foreboding.

Curiously, a tiny flower, something like a lily or something similar, was also carved into the middle of the three intertwined dragon heads.

In the light of dusk, casting ominous shadows around the creatures embossed in the wood, Sutton wondered if she should just turn around and leave. Looking into the eye of a basilisk meant death after all, according to mythology.

Okay, she was just being silly. It wasn’t like her to amplify an already stressful situation with extra imaginary morbidity. From a young age, she’d had to learn to take things at face value.

It is what it is.

Although, if she could stop trembling for a minute, everything would be okay. But she couldn't, and it might not be okay.

She clutched the container of cupcakes she had made in one arm and immediately realized how inane she was being on top of everything else. Did she really think that bringing them homemade cupcakes as an apology to go with her plea not to fire her best friend from her job because it had been Sutton who had messed up was going to make it all better?

She was so stupid. Her entire thought process just showed how immensely sheltered and unworldly she was. Here she was, homemade cupcakes in hand, wearing a white floral, decade-old, hand-me-down dress from her sister, standing in front of a house so staggeringly enormous that her brain couldn’t wrap itself around it, all to apologize profusely to its owners in the hope Tammy was still able to keep her job.

Who did things like this?

She clenched her fist at her side, feeling truly wretched all over again that she had messed up so badly that her best friend thought she was going to get fired from her dream job. She even mentioned that they were going to kill her, but surely, she was exaggerating, or it was the meds talking.

They were billionaires, not killers.

Still, Sutton had only one simple task. Well, she had a list of sixteen tasks after she had offered to do them for Tammy, who was down with horrible flu, and since Tammy had only started her new job as their junior PA two days ago, she didn’t want to make a bad impression.

Sutton had executed everything on the list, from picking up dry cleaning to stocking the mini-bars in their office—to be done when they weren’t around, obviously as was strictly instructed. She also canceled a reservation at a swanky restaurant and then had to call the woman they were meant to meet and make an excuse for why they were unable to attend the dinner.

She dropped off two checks at two different charities and also had to gift wrap a multitude of presents for their thirteen-year-old niece. Luckily, Tammy had already picked out the gifts herself because that would have paralyzed Sutton completely.

But, also on that list was delivering a fairly thick orange envelope to a guy on 5th Avenue. Tammy had drilled into her the importance of the fact that it had to happen at that exact time, but Sutton had been late getting there. An accident had held her up, and by the time she got there, no one was there to receive the package. She waited over an hour in the same spot, but it was getting dark, and... well, was that even a valid enough excuse?

Apologizing to Tammy over and over again was not enough to put her friend at ease, not when she was crying over the phone that they were going to fire her while gasping for air through her blocked nose.

Sutton had to fix it.

And this was the only way she knew how. As if she didn’t have enough things to worry about. Was her life just always going to be an upward struggle?

Was she never going to be at peace, have nice things, like a cool apartment on the Upper East Side of New York, a nice car, financial security, and safety?

Was her life always just going to be one vicious cycle of violence and misfortune of worry and grief? She quickly shoved down her feelings of dispiritedness. She had a mission to accomplish, and she wasn’t going to let her friend down.

She and Tamara Woodsmith had always been close. Tammy had lived in the upper-class part of their hometown, Newhearts Ville, and Sutton had lived on the poorer side of the same town.

They didn’t even go to the same schools, obviously, but the one thing they had in common was reading. They met at the local library and formed their own two-person book club, reading their favorite authors and then spending days talking about the book over bags of chocolate and sodas.

Tammy went to college to study journalism but ended up working for a billion-dollar company at a low level. She quickly moved up and was now an assistant to the chief PA, who worked directly with the three billionaire owners.

Sutton had stayed behind in Newhearts Ville, fifty-five minutes outside of the city, and the only thing she had learned was how to make sure her sister’s ex-husband didn’t kill them and his six children in their sleep.

She amazed herself that she was still able to get up in the morning, every morning, considering her life was such a bleak, dark hole. But she did it for her two nieces, four nephews, and her sister, Laura.

With Laura’s ex-husband in prison, they were able to breathe a little better, but in order to care for them all, Sutton had been forced to take a tiny studio apartment in a not-so-nice part of New York so she could work, earn money, and take care of her sister and her children.

The instant a temp position had opened up at Basilisk Industries, where Tammy worked, she had helped Sutton get the data entry job. It was only for six months, but the pay was so good that Sutton could hardly believe it. She could get her nieces and nephews new clothes, pay for schooling for the three older ones, fix the farmhouse in which they lived back in Newhearts Ville, and even pay for her sister to do some online courses to keep her occupied.

Now she had possibly screwed everything up.

She raised her hand again to the extravagant door knocker, forcing herself not to chicken out. But the instant before her ice-cold fingers could make contact with the heavy iron ring of the door knocker, the door swung open. She found herself facing a trio of people—two women and a giant man, their expressions stiff.

Hello— Sutton began.

"This is the girl? One of the women asked—the shorter one—clearly appalled at the sight of Sutton. At least she’s on time."

I’m sorry, I was wondering if I could speak to either Mr. Collins, Mr. Flynn, or Mr. Black, please, she asked shakily. That eerie feeling she had since staring at their door returned in buckets now.

That is not how things are done, the other taller woman sighed, turning her nose up at Sutton. I suppose there’s nothing we can do about her being The Perfect One. Bring her in.

The two women walked away, and Sutton found herself not only a bit confused by their words but also a little intrigued by the attire of the woman. Who was she to judge their floor-length crimson-red cloaks with golden belts around their waists?

The burly man, dressed in an ill-fitting suit, who had been standing beside them, wrapped his hand around Sutton’s arm and pulled her in.

Come on, he said.

I... I just need a moment to speak to either Mr—

And you will. So come on now.

Perplexed, Sutton allowed herself to be led by the man further into the house while every instinct inside her screamed at her to leave.

"I’m sorry, but maybe I can