chapter 1

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.”

They dragged her out of bed. She was only wearing a tiny tank top and panties. No time to grab clothes. Bare feet slapped cold marble as they pulled her down the hall. Past Daddy’s empty office. Past the guards’ room—empty too. Blood on the floor. Her stomach twisted.

They shoved her into the back of a black SUV. Door slammed. Engine roared. Tires screeched as they peeled out.

Elena twisted, trying to see their faces. The one driving glanced back through the rearview. Scar over his eyebrow. Dark eyes. Matteo De Luca. She knew that face from pictures Daddy showed her. The man who wanted her family dead.

“You’re gonna pay for what your father did,” Matteo said. No anger. Just fact. “But first, we’re gonna make sure he suffers.”

The guy next to her—Luca, she remembered from the stories—grabbed her chin. Forced her to look at him. “Look at those big eyes. Bet you’ve never had a real man touch you. Daddy kept you locked up like a doll.”

His thumb brushed her bottom lip. Slow. Elena bit down hard.

He hissed, pulled back. Then slapped her cheek. Not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting. “Bad girl. We like that.”

The car sped through dark streets. Elena’s mind raced. Daddy would come for her. He always did. But these men... they weren’t scared.

They pulled into an underground garage. Lights flickered on. Concrete walls. Smell of oil and something darker.

Matteo yanked her out. Carried her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. Her bound hands hit his back. Useless.

They took an elevator up. Doors opened to a huge penthouse. City lights glittered through floor-to-ceiling windows. Three more men waited inside. All suits. All watching her like hungry wolves.

Matteo dropped her on a thick rug in the middle of the room. She landed on her knees. Tank top rode up, showing her stomach. Panties already damp from fear and something she didn’t want to name.

Luca stepped forward first. He crouched, eye level. “Time to unwrap the gift.”

He hooked fingers under her tank top straps. Ripped them down in one pull. Her breasts spilled out. Nipples hard from the cool air. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but the zip ties stopped her.

“Fuck,” one of the others muttered. Nico. “Look at her. Perfect.”

Luca’s hands were on her now. Rough palms sliding over her skin. Pinching her nipples until she gasped. “Sensitive little thing.”

Matteo stood behind her. Grabbed her hair. Pulled her head back so she looked up at him. “Your father took my brother. My money. My peace. Now I take you.”

He unzipped his pants. Thick cock sprang free. Already hard. Veins pulsing. Pre-cum shining at the tip.

“Open,” he ordered.

Elena shook her head. Tears burned her eyes.

Luca’s hand slid between her legs. Fingers pushed her panties aside. Found her wet folds. Slid inside easy. “She’s soaked. Little virgin cunt wants it.”

Shame flooded her. But so did heat. Her body clenched around his fingers.

Matteo didn’t wait. He pushed past her lips. Filled her mouth. Salt and musk. She gagged. Drool ran down her chin.

“Good girl,” he groaned. Started thrusting slow. Deep. Hitting the back of her throat.

Luca pulled his fingers out. Replaced them with his cock. Thick head pressing at her entrance. No warning. He slammed in.

Pain exploded. Then pleasure. So full. Stretching her wide. She moaned around Matteo’s length.

Nico moved to her side. Stroked himself while watching. “Look at her take it. Already dripping for us.”

Luca fucked her hard. Balls slapping her clit. Each thrust pushed her forward onto Matteo’s cock.

Tears streamed down her face. But her hips started moving. Chasing the feeling. Needing more.

Matteo pulled out suddenly. Cum shot across her face. Hot ropes landing on her cheeks, lips, chin.

Luca groaned. Buried deep. Filled her pussy with his load. Pulled out slow. Cum leaked down her thighs.

Elena collapsed forward. Panting. Shaking.

But they weren’t done.

Nico grabbed her next. Flipped her onto her back. Spread her legs wide. “My turn to ruin this tight hole.”

He thrust in. Deeper than the others. Hitting spots she didn’t know existed.

Elena cried out. Back arching. Pleasure building fast.

Matteo leaned down. Whispered in her ear. “This is just the start, princess. We’re gonna fuck you until you forget your own name. Until you beg for our cum every day.”

Nico pounded harder. Her body shook. Orgasm crashed over her. She screamed. Squirted around his cock. Soaking the rug.

He came inside her. Adding to the mess.

Elena lay there. Covered in cum. Pussy throbbing. Mind spinning.

Luca knelt beside her. Wiped a tear from her cheek. “Tomorrow we take you to the club. Let everyone see what Vittorio’s daughter looks like when she’s stuffed and dripping.”

Her eyes met Matteo’s.

Fear.

Hate.

And something hotter.

She hated them.

But her body already craved more.

And deep down, she knew... she would beg for it soon.

The door to the next room opened. More shadows. More men.

Elena’s breath caught.

Tonight was only the beginning.