Ravaged & Ruined by Daddy's Enemies

Chapter 1: Taken in the Night Elena’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. She ignored it at first, half asleep, legs tangled in silk sheets. The villa was quiet except for the distant hum of the pool filter outside her window. Daddy always said the house was safe. Guards everywhere. No one could touch her. Then the door crashed open. She sat up fast, heart slamming. Two big shadows filled the doorway. Black masks. Gloves. One held a gun pointed right at her chest. “Don’t scream, princess,” the taller one said. His voice was deep, calm, like he did this every night. “We’re here for you.” Elena opened her mouth anyway. A hand clamped over it before any sound came out. Rough palm. Smell of leather and smoke. The other guy moved quick, zip ties snapping around her wrists behind her back. She kicked. Hard. Her bare foot connected with someone’s knee. He grunted but didn’t let go. “Feisty,” the first one laughed low. “Your old man raised you right. Too bad it won’t save you tonight.” T

: I Can’t Stop Wanting It (Elena’s POV) My whole body feels like it’s on fire and ice at the same time. I’m still sitting on Matteo’s lap, his cock softening inside me, his cum leaking out slow and warm down my thighs. The club music pounds in my ears like a second heartbeat. Red lights flash over sweaty faces staring right at me. Phones still up. Recording. Whispering my name like it’s dirty now. Vittorio—Daddy—is somewhere in the shadows. I saw him. Just for a second. His face pale. Eyes wide. Mouth open like he couldn’t breathe. Then the crowd swallowed him again. Part of me wants to scream for him. Beg him to take me home. Lock me back in my room where nothing bad can touch me. The bigger part—the part that’s winning—makes my hips twitch. Makes me grind down just a little on Matteo even though I’m sore. Even though I can barely think straight. I hate myself for it. Luca’s fingers are still teasing my ass. One knuckle deep, stretching slow circles. Every time he pushes in I

Chapter 5: Watched and Owned Morning light cuts through the blinds like knives. My eyes hurt when I open them. Everything hurts. I’m sprawled across the same leather bed from last night, sheets twisted around my ankles. No chains this time. They didn’t need them. I didn’t try to run. My skin feels tight. Covered in dried cum, bite marks, handprints that are turning purple. Between my legs is a constant ache—swollen, sticky, still leaking slow drops even after hours of sleep. Every time I shift, I feel it all over again. The stretch. The fullness. The way they made me come until I blacked out. The door opens quiet. Matteo walks in alone. Shirt unbuttoned. Hair messy. Looks like he didn’t sleep much either. He carries a tray—coffee, water, some fruit. Sets it on the nightstand. He sits on the edge of the bed. Doesn’t touch me right away. Just looks. “You’re still here,” he says. I swallow. Throat raw. “Where else would I go?” He smiles. Small. Dangerous. “You could scream. Fig

Chapter 7: Daddy at the Door (Elena’s POV) I freeze on the bed with Matteo still inside me his cock softening but not pulling out yet cum still leaking warm and thick down my thighs the white sheets ruined under us my childhood bedroom smelling like sex and sweat and them. The fairy lights blink soft pink and blue over our bodies like theyre mocking how innocent this room used to be. Footsteps heavy on the stairs getting closer. My heart slams so hard I feel it in my ears. Daddy’s voice again low and rough through the door. “Elena open this door right now.” His words crack something inside me. Part of me wants to scream back beg him to save me pull me out of this mess take me somewhere clean and safe. The other part the bigger part now makes my pussy clench around Matteo one more time like my body is answering for me. Matteo chuckles low against my neck his breath hot. He doesn’t move just stays buried deep holding me tight against his chest like I’m his favorite toy. Luca

: Morning Light and New Hunger (Elena's POV) Sunlight sneaks through the curtains and hits my face like a slap. I blink awake slow my body heavy and sore in all the right places. The bed feels different now. Sticky. Warm. Smells like sweat and sex and them. Matteo sleeps on one side arm thrown over my waist like he owns every inch of me. Luca sprawls on the other side snoring soft one leg tangled with mine. Nico is gone probably downstairs making coffee or planning the next way to break me open. I stare at the ceiling my old glow in the dark stars still stuck up there from when I was twelve. They look stupid now. Childish. I used to lie here and wish for silly things like first kisses and prom dresses. Now all I can think about is how full I felt last night how their cocks stretched me how their cum filled me until it leaked everywhere. My pussy throbs just remembering. A fresh wave of wetness slips between my thighs. I shift a little and Matteo stirs. His hand tightens on my hi