chapter 25

Chapter 25: The First Outing

Elena stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom. The black dress Matteo picked hugged her curves tight. Short enough that one wrong move would show everything. No bra. No panties. Just the collar around her neck and thin silver heels that made her legs look longer.

Luca walked up behind her. He adjusted the neckline so more cleavage showed. His fingers brushed her nipples through the fabric. They hardened instantly.

“Perfect,” he said. “You look like trouble.”

Nico handed her a small black coat. “Wear this until we get inside. No one sees what’s ours until we want them to.”

Matteo leaned against the doorframe. Arms crossed. Eyes dark. “You ready to show the world who you belong to, princess?”

Elena touched the collar. The lock felt solid. “Yes.”

They drove into the city just after dark. Matteo behind the wheel. Luca in the passenger seat. Nico beside her in the back, hand resting high on her thigh. His thumb stroked lazy circles on her skin.

The club was one Matteo had taken over months ago. Low red lights. Heavy bass. Bodies pressed close on the dance floor. Private booths lined the walls. Guards at every door. His men.

They went straight to the back. A curved booth with high walls. Velvet seats. A small table already set with drinks.

Matteo pulled Elena onto his lap the second they sat. Her dress rode up. His hand slid between her thighs right away. Fingers found her wet folds. He didn’t move them. Just rested there. Warm. Possessive.

“Feel how wet you are already?” he murmured in her ear. “Just from being here. Knowing people can see.”

A waitress brought drinks. Young. Quiet. She didn’t look Elena in the eye. Just set the glasses down and left.

Luca leaned in. “That’s Marco’s cousin. She knows better than to stare.”

Nico sipped his whiskey. Watched the room. Always scanning.

Matteo’s fingers finally moved. Slow. One finger circling her clit. Elena bit her lip to stay quiet. The music was loud, but she still felt exposed.

A man approached the booth. Tall. Scar on his cheek. One of Matteo’s lower guys. He nodded respect.

“Boss. Everything secure.”

Matteo didn’t stop touching her. “Good. Keep it that way.”

The man glanced at Elena. Quick. Then away. But she saw the hunger in his eyes.

Luca laughed. “You like being watched, baby girl?”

Elena nodded. Small. Breathless.

Matteo pushed two fingers inside her. Curled them. She gasped.

“Tell him,” Matteo said. “Tell him who you belong to.”

“You,” she whispered. “All of you.”

The man swallowed. Backed away fast.

Luca stood. Pulled Elena up by the chain on her collar. “Come on. Time for a walk.”

He led her through the crowd. Chain in hand like a leash. Matteo and Nico followed close. People parted. Eyes followed. Whispers started.

She felt every stare. On her legs. Her breasts. The collar. The way the dress clung to her sweat-damp skin.

Luca stopped at the edge of the dance floor. Pulled her against him. Back to his front. His cock hard against her ass.

“Dance,” he said.

She moved. Slow. Grinding back on him. His hands roamed. One on her hip. One sliding up under the dress to cup her breast. He pinched the nipple hard. She moaned.

Matteo stepped in front. Kissed her deep. Tongue claiming her mouth while Luca rocked against her from behind.

Nico stayed close. Hand on her lower back. Steady.

A circle formed around them. People watching. Phones up. But no one dared get too close. Matteo’s men made sure of that.

Luca’s hand slipped between her legs from behind. Fingers found her clit. Rubbed fast.

Elena’s knees buckled. Matteo held her up.

“Come for us,” Matteo growled in her ear. “Right here. Let them see what a good slut you are.”

She did. Hard. Body shaking. Wetness coated Luca’s fingers. She cried out into Matteo’s mouth.

The crowd cheered low. Some clapped. Others just stared.

Luca licked his fingers clean. Grinned. “Tastes like ours.”

They led her back to the booth. Matteo sat. Pulled her down so she straddled him. Facing the room.

He unzipped. Pulled his cock out. Thick. Hard. Slick already.

“Ride me,” he said.

She sank down slow. Inch by inch. Gasping when he bottomed out.

Luca and Nico sat on either side. Watching. Stroking themselves through their pants.

Matteo gripped her hips. Guided her up and down. Slow at first. Then faster.

“Show them,” he said. “Show every fucker in here who owns this pussy.”

Elena rode him harder. Breasts bouncing. Collar chain swinging. Moans loud enough to cut through the music.

People watched openly now. Some touched themselves. Others just stared in awe.

Luca leaned over. Sucked on her neck. Left a fresh mark.

Nico kissed her shoulder. Soft. Then bit down.

Matteo thrust up hard. Once. Twice. Then held deep. Came with a groan. Filling her. Hot. Thick.

She came again right after. Clenching around him. Shaking.

He didn’t pull out. Kept her seated on him. Cum leaking out around his cock. Down her thighs.

Luca stood. Moved behind the booth. Out of sight from most of the room. But close enough.

He bent her forward over the table. Matteo still inside her.

Luca pushed into her ass. Slow. Steady. Groaning when he sank all the way.

Double again. Stretched full.

Nico fed her his cock. Gentle. Letting her suck at her own pace.

They fucked her like that. Right there. In the open booth. With the club watching.

Luca came fast. Hot spurts deep in her ass.

Nico pulled out. Came across her back. Thick ropes on her skin.

Matteo stayed inside her pussy. Soft now. But still claiming.

Elena collapsed against his chest. Breathing hard. Covered in sweat. Cum. Their marks.

The music kept playing.

The crowd slowly turned away.

But she knew they’d remember.

Matteo kissed her forehead. “Good girl.”

Luca wiped her clean with a napkin from the table. Gentle now.

Nico draped the coat over her shoulders.

They left soon after. Matteo carrying her to the car when her legs wouldn’t hold.

Back at the safe house, they bathed her. Washed every inch. Kissed every mark.

Then tucked her into bed between them.

She fell asleep fast. Warm. Safe. Owned.

But in the middle of the night, Matteo’s phone lit up again.

A new message.

From Vittorio.

A video attachment.

Elena sleeping in their bed. Naked. Collared. Marked.

The caption read:

“She looks happy. But she won’t be when I take her back.”

Matteo stared at the screen.

The video had been taken from outside.

Someone had been watching the safe house.

Tonight.

He looked at Elena’s sleeping face.

Then at his brothers.

“Time to move,” he said quiet.

“Again.”

Elena stirred. Opened her eyes.

What?? Whyy??

Saw his face.

Knew.

The peace was over.

The hunt was back on.

And this time, a new enemy had eyes inside.