chapter 4

4: Broken Open Wider

The red light in the private room makes everything look bloody. Shadows stretch long across the walls. The bed in the center is huge, black leather, chains dangling from each corner like promises.

I stand in the doorway, legs still shaking from downstairs. Cum dries sticky on my inner thighs. My dress hangs in shreds now—mesh ripped, straps broken. Barely covers anything anymore.

The four new men watch me. No names yet. Just eyes. Hard cocks already out. One’s thick and curved. Another long and veined like it could split me. The older one with the chest scar strokes himself slow, like he’s got all night.

Matteo closes the door behind us. Click. Locked.

My heart jumps into my throat.

Luca steps up first. Grabs my chin. Kisses me rough. Tongue deep. Tastes like whiskey and the mess he left on my face earlier. I kiss back. Can’t help it. My body’s trained already. Hungry.

He breaks away. “On the bed. Face down. Ass up.”

I hesitate. Just a second.

Nico grabs my hair. Pulls me forward. “Don’t make us drag you, princess. You begged downstairs. Remember?”

I crawl onto the leather. Cold against my hot skin. Knees spread. Face pressed to the sheets that already smell like sex. Ass high. Exposed.

Hands everywhere at once.

Someone—Scar Chest—spreads my cheeks wide. Spits on my hole. Still slick from Nico earlier. His finger pushes in. Thick. Rough. No lube needed. I’m already leaking.

“Loose already,” he grunts. “Good little slut. Taking cock like you were born for it.”

Another man—tall, dark beard—climbs on the bed in front of me. Cock bobbing near my face. “Suck.”

I open. Take him deep. He groans. Fucks my throat slow at first. Then faster. Drool spills. Runs down my chin onto the leather.

Behind me, Scar Chest lines up. Pushes in my ass. Slow stretch. Burns so good I moan around the cock in my mouth.

Matteo’s voice cuts through. “Look at her. Already pushing back for more.”

I am. Hips rocking. Needing it deeper.

Luca moves under me. Slides between my legs. Cock notches at my pussy. Thrusts up hard while Scar Chest is still buried in my ass.

Full. So full. Two cocks stretching me at once. Rubbing against each other through the thin wall inside.

I scream around the dick in my mouth. Body shaking. Pleasure so sharp it hurts.

They don’t stop.

Luca fucks up into me. Scar Chest matches him. In and out. In and out. Wet slaps fill the room.

The bearded guy grabs my hair. Forces me deeper. I gag. Tears stream. But I don’t pull away. I suck harder. Want to make him come.

Nico’s beside me now. Fingers on my clit. Pinching. Rubbing fast circles.

Too much. Way too much.

I come first. Violent. Whole body seizing. Pussy squirting around Luca’s cock. Ass clenching so hard Scar Chest curses loud.

He pulls out. Hot cum sprays across my back.

Bearded guy follows. Pulls out of my mouth. Strokes fast. Comes on my face again. Thick ropes mixing with the old ones.

Luca keeps going. Harder. Deeper. “Gonna fill this cunt again. Breed you right here.”

I whimper. “Please…”

He slams in one last time. Groans long and low. Pumps hot inside me. So much it leaks out around his cock.

Matteo hasn’t touched me yet. He’s been watching. Stroking slow.

Now he steps forward. Flips me onto my back. Legs pushed wide. Chains rattle as he clips them to my ankles. Spreads me open completely.

I can’t close my legs even if I wanted to.

He climbs between them. Cock thick. Hard. Dripping.

“Look at me,” he says.

I do. Eyes locked on his.

He pushes in slow. Inch by inch. Letting me feel every bit of him claiming what’s already ruined.

When he bottoms out he stops. Just stays there. Deep. Still.

“You feel that?” he whispers. “That’s ownership.”

I nod. Tears slipping down my temples.

He starts moving. Slow rolls at first. Then harder. Faster. Bed creaking. Chains clinking.

The other men watch. Some stroking again. Ready for seconds.

Matteo leans down. Mouth at my ear. “Your father’s probably still watching the feed. Seeing his little girl chained. Fucked raw. Begging for enemy cock.”

The words hit like a slap. Shame floods me.

But so does heat.

I clench around him. Hard.

He chuckles dark. “Yeah. You like that he knows. Likes that he can’t stop it.”

I hate that he’s right.

I come again. Screaming his name this time. Body convulsing. Pussy milking him.

He doesn’t pull out. Fills me deep. Groans against my neck.

When he finally slips free, cum gushes out. Pools under me.

I lie there. Panting. Chained. Dripping from every hole. Skin marked with handprints. Bites. Cum.

The room is quiet except for heavy breathing.

Matteo unhooks the chains but doesn’t let me move. Pulls me into his lap. Holds me against his chest.

His voice is soft now. “You did good, Elena.”

I bury my face in his neck. Smell smoke and sex and him.

I should hate them. Should want to run.

But I don’t.

I lift my head. Look at the door.

“More?” I whisper.

Luca laughs low. “Greedy little thing.”

Matteo kisses my forehead. “Tomorrow we take you to the warehouse. Your father’s men will be there. We’ll make them watch too.”

My stomach flips.

Fear.

Excitement.

I nod.

Because right now…

I want them to see.

I want everyone to know.

I’m not Daddy’s princess anymore.

I’m theirs.

And I’m not done being ruined.