chapter 3

: 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 clench hard around Matteo’s cock. A fresh gush of wetness spills out. I bite my lip so hard I taste blood.

Nico wipes his cum off my cheek with his thumb. Pushes it between my lips. I suck without thinking. Salty. Thick. Mine now too.

“You’re shaking, princess,” Matteo murmurs against my neck. His teeth graze my skin. “Scared? Or just greedy for more?”

I don’t answer. Can’t. My throat feels raw from sucking cock. My pussy throbs like a bruise that hurts so good I want it hit again.

Someone in the crowd yells something filthy. I don’t catch the words but the laugh that follows makes my face burn hotter.

Matteo lifts me off him like I weigh nothing. Cum drips down my leg in a slow line. He turns me around so I’m facing the room. Legs spread over his thighs again. Dress bunched around my waist. Everything on display.

“Look at them,” he says low in my ear. “They all want a piece. But you’re ours tonight.”

I try to look away. Can’t. Eyes everywhere. Men licking lips. Women smirking. Some look jealous. Some look hungry.

Luca steps in front. Zips down again. Cock already half hard. He strokes it slow right in front of my face.

“Open up, baby girl.”

My mouth waters. I hate that it does. But I open anyway.

He slides in easy this time. No gagging. Just full. Heavy on my tongue. I swirl around the head like I’ve done it a hundred times. Maybe I have now. In one night.

Nico moves behind me. Hands on my hips. Pulls my ass cheeks apart. Spits. Wet warmth hits my hole. Then pressure. His cockhead pushing against the tight ring.

I freeze.

“Relax,” Nico growls. “You took fingers. You’ll take this.”

I shake my head around Luca’s cock. Muffled no.

Matteo reaches around. Fingers find my clit. Circles slow. Gentle. Too gentle. Makes me moan.

The vibration makes Luca groan. He thrusts deeper.

Nico pushes in at the same time.

Burn. Stretch. Full in a way I never imagined. Too much. Not enough.

I cry out around Luca. Tears spill again. But my hips rock back. Taking more.

They find a rhythm. Luca in my mouth. Nico in my ass. Matteo rubbing my clit in time with every thrust.

The room blurs. Sounds fade to white noise. Just wet slaps. Grunts. My own whimpers.

Pleasure builds again. Fast. Too fast.

I come hard. Whole body locking up. Ass clenching around Nico. Pussy gushing. Squirting onto Matteo’s hand.

Nico curses. Slams deep. Fills my ass with hot spurts.

Luca pulls out. Strokes fast. Comes across my tits. Thick white ropes landing on mesh and skin.

I collapse forward. Panting. Shaking. Matteo catches me. Holds me against his chest.

His voice is soft now. Almost tender. “Good girl. You took us all so well.”

I should feel broken. Used. Dirty.

Instead I feel… alive.

My skin buzzes. Every nerve awake. I can still taste them. Feel them leaking out of me. Smell sex and sweat and them all over me.

And Daddy saw.

The thought should kill me. Should make me sob.

But it doesn’t.

It makes me wetter.

I lift my head. Look toward the shadows where I last saw him.

He’s gone.

Or maybe he’s still watching. Hidden.

I don’t know which is worse.

Matteo kisses my temple. “We’re not done, princess.”

Luca wipes my face with his shirt. Gentle now. “Time to take you upstairs. Private room. More toys. More cocks.”

Nico pulls me to my feet. Legs wobble. Cum drips down my thighs. Down my ass. I feel it everywhere.

They lead me through the crowd. Hands touch me. Fingers brush my skin. Someone pinches my nipple. I moan instead of pulling away.

We reach a staircase. Dark. Narrow. Music fades behind us.

At the top, a door. Red light spilling underneath.

Matteo opens it.

Inside: bigger bed. Chains on the posts. Toys lined up on a table. Plugs. Whips. Vibrators. Lube.

And four more men waiting. Naked. Hard. Smiling.

One steps forward. Older. Scar across his chest. “Heard you like being shared, Rossi girl.”

My heart races.

Matteo pushes me inside. Door clicks shut behind us.

I look back at the three who already ruined me.

Matteo smiles. Slow. Dangerous.

“Beg for it, Elena.”

My voice comes out small. Broken. But honest.

“Please… use me again.”

The door locks.

And I know—deep in my gut—I’m not going home tonight.

Maybe not ever.

Because right now…

I don’t want to.