chapter 23

Chapter 23: Elena’s Guilt & Punishment

Elena woke up sore in the best way. Her body still hummed from last night. Matteo’s arm was heavy across her waist, Luca’s leg thrown over hers, Nico’s hand resting on her thigh like he needed to feel her even in sleep. The safe house bedroom was quiet except for their slow breathing.

She stared at the ceiling. Sunlight slipped through the thick curtains in thin lines. Her mind wouldn’t stay still.

Vittorio’s face kept flashing behind her eyes. The way he’d looked when the bullets hit him. Blood on his shirt. Pain in his eyes. He had reached for her even as he fell back into the car. “Baby girl,” he’d whispered. Then Matteo pulled her away.

She had chosen them. She knew that. But the guilt sat like a stone in her chest anyway.

She slipped out of bed carefully. None of them stirred. She padded to the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, looked at herself in the mirror. Her lips were swollen. Hickeys bloomed dark on her neck and breasts. Handprints still pink on her hips. Cum had dried in faint streaks on her inner thighs from last night.

She looked ruined. And she liked it. That made the guilt worse.

When she came back out, Matteo was awake. He sat up against the headboard, bandage fresh, eyes tracking her like she might disappear.

“You’re thinking about him again,” he said. Not a question.

Elena froze. “I… I can’t help it. He was bleeding. Because of me.”

Matteo’s jaw tightened. Luca rolled over, eyes half-open. Nico sat up slow, silent.

“Come here,” Matteo said.

She walked to the bed. He pulled her onto his lap, facing him. His hands settled on her hips, firm but not rough yet.

“You feel bad for leaving your daddy bleeding in the dirt?” Matteo asked. His voice was low. Dangerous calm.

Elena nodded. Tears burned her eyes. “He’s still my father.”

Luca snorted. “He tried to take you from us. Again. He slapped you. Carried you off like a fucking prize.”

“I know,” she whispered. “But I still feel it.”

Nico touched her back gently. “Guilt doesn’t mean you’re wrong. It just means you’re human.”

Matteo studied her face. Then he nodded once. “Alright. We’re going to fix that.”

Elena’s stomach flipped. “Fix it how?”

Matteo’s smile was slow. “You need to remember who owns you now. Who keeps you safe. Who makes you come so hard you forget your own name.”

Luca grinned. “Punishment time, baby girl.”

Nico didn’t smile. But his eyes darkened.

Matteo lifted her off his lap and set her on her knees in the middle of the bed. “Hands behind your back.”

She obeyed. Luca grabbed soft black rope from the nightstand drawer. He tied her wrists together tight but not cruel. Then he looped the rope around the headboard so she couldn’t pull away.

Matteo stood up. Naked. Cock already half-hard. He walked to the foot of the bed and looked down at her.

“Tell me again,” he said. “Who do you feel sorry for?”

“Daddy,” she said, voice small.

Luca laughed. “Wrong answer.”

Matteo’s hand cracked across her ass. Sharp sting. She gasped.

“Try again.”

“You,” she said quickly. “I belong to you.”

Another smack. Harder. Heat bloomed.

“More.”

“All of you. Matteo, Luca, Nico. Only you.”

Nico knelt beside her. He stroked her hair. “Good start.”

Luca moved behind her. He spread her knees wider with his foot. Then his fingers found her pussy. She was already wet. He circled her clit once, slow, then pulled away.

“No coming until we say,” he told her.

They took turns.

Matteo spanked her again and again. Each hit made her jolt forward. The rope bit into her wrists. Her ass burned red.

Luca knelt in front of her face. He stroked his cock slow. “Open.”

She did. He slid into her mouth. Not deep yet. Just enough to fill her. She sucked eagerly, trying to please.

Nico’s fingers played with her nipples. Pinching. Twisting. Then soothing with his tongue.

Matteo dropped to his knees behind her. He spread her ass cheeks. His tongue licked a slow line from her clit to her hole. She moaned around Luca’s cock.

They edged her for what felt like hours.

Luca fucked her throat until tears ran down her cheeks. Then pulled out, let her gasp. Matteo fingered her pussy and ass at the same time, curling just right, stopping every time her thighs shook.

Nico whispered in her ear the whole time. Soft words. “You’re ours. Say it. You’re ours.”

“I’m yours,” she sobbed. “Please. I’m sorry. I’m yours.”

Matteo finally pushed into her pussy. One hard thrust. She cried out.

Luca moved behind. He slicked himself with lube from the drawer, then pressed against her ass. Slow. Steady. Until he was buried deep.

Double. Stretched full. She couldn’t think.

Nico knelt in front. He fed her his cock. Gentle at first. Then deeper when she begged with her eyes.

They moved together. Not gentle anymore. Matteo slammed up into her. Luca matched him thrust for thrust. Nico fucked her mouth slow but deep.

The room filled with wet sounds. Slaps of skin. Her muffled moans. Their grunts.

Matteo gripped her hips hard. “Feel that? That’s us inside you. No room for anyone else. No room for guilt.”

Luca slapped her ass. “Come on, baby girl. Beg for our cum.”

“Please,” she choked out around Nico’s cock. “Fill me. Please. I need it.”

Matteo growled. “Gonna breed this pussy soon. Put my kid in you. Make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

Luca laughed darkly. “And I’ll fill this tight ass. Mark you everywhere.”

Nico pulled out of her mouth. He stroked fast. “Come with us, princess.”

They didn’t hold back.

Matteo came first. Deep inside her pussy. Hot pulses. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his cum deeper.

Luca followed. Groaning loud. Filling her ass until it leaked out around him.

Nico painted her face and chest. Thick ropes. She opened her mouth to catch some.

They untied her wrists. She collapsed forward. Shaking. Covered in them.

Matteo pulled her into his arms. Kissed her forehead. “No more guilt. Understand?”

She nodded against his chest. “No more.”

Luca wiped her face gently with a warm cloth. Nico rubbed cream into the red marks on her ass.

They held her close. Quiet for a long time.

Then Matteo’s phone buzzed again.

He reached over. Read the message. His face went hard.

Luca saw it too. “What now?”

Matteo looked at Elena. “Your father just sent a video. To your aunt. It’s you. On your knees. With us.”

Elena’s heart stopped.

“He’s not done,” Matteo said. “He’s showing the world what we did to his little girl.”

Elena stared at him.

The guilt tried to crawl back.

But this time it felt different.

This time it felt like anger.

And something darker.

Something hungry.

She looked at the three men who owned her.

Then she smiled. Small. Dangerous.

“Let him send it,” she whispered. “Let everyone see.”

Matteo’s eyes flashed.

Luca grinned.

Nico tilted his head, curious.

Elena licked her lips. Still tasting them.

“I want them all to know,” she said. “I’m not his baby girl anymore.”

“I’m yours.”

“And I’m ruined for good.”

The room went still.

Then Matteo leaned in. Kissed her hard.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

“But we’re not done punishing you yet.”

He flipped her onto her back.

Luca and Nico moved in.

And the door to the bedroom stayed locked.

Outside, the city waited.

Vittorio waited.

But inside, Elena was already lost again.

And this time, she didn’t want to be found.