All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE DON: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ELENA’S POV His cock throbbed inside me, thick and unyielding, stretching my pussy to its limits even after he’d flooded me with his cum. The heat of his release leaked out around his shaft, slick and sticky, coating my inner thighs in a filthy mess that made every tiny shift send sparks up my spine. My walls fluttered weakly, still spasming from the orgasm that had ripped through me, but the ache between my legs only grew sharper, hungerier. I couldn’t feel my toes, couldn’t command my legs to do anything but quiver, yet the emptiness gnawing at my core screamed for more. More of him. More of this brutal, intoxicating ruin. Enzo’s chest heaved against my back, sweat-slick skin sliding over mine. His breath rasped hot against my neck, ragged and uncontrolled, the only sign he hadn’t fully claimed. I clenched around him deliberately, milking his length with a slow, teasing pulse. He groaned—deep, guttural, the sound vibrating through my bones—and his hips jerked forward, burying hi

ELENA’S POV Sunlight sliced through the gauzy curtains, painting golden stripes across the silk sheets. I sat cross-legged on the bed, knees still tender from last night’s ruin, every muscle aching with the memory of Enzo’s cock splitting me open. The room smelled faintly of lavender soap from the bath the helper had drawn—a young lady named Ariel, quiet and efficient—but the scent did nothing to scrub away the ghost of his cum drying on my skin. I stared at my reflection in the vanity mirror: bruised lips, faint marks on my throat, eyes too knowing for the girl I’d been a week ago.Freedom? The word tasted like ash. But where would I run to if I get my freedom from Enzo? Was it back to my Father’s fists, or his hungry, lustful gaze and advances? Or was it to my Mother’s silence and plans to auction me to some Camorra fossil with liver-spotted hands? Or was it to Matteo’s smug grin and the way he’d sold me like livestock? No. Enzo might have bought me, yes, but he’d also fed me, clot

ELENA’S POVI shut the study door and sagged against it, the heavy oak cool against my spine. My breath came in shallow bursts, and then a laugh escaped—soft at first, then wild and unstoppable. Fifty million euros. A villa with a private dock. A foundation in my name that could save hundreds of women like me. I pressed both palms to my burning cheeks, felt the ridiculous grin stretching my face, and spun in a slow circle, the emerald nightgown flaring around my thighs. Enzo’s last words looped in my head: Only I get hard watching you walk.Heat pooled low in my belly. I bit my lip hard enough to sting. Stop it, Elena. It’s a contract. No babies. No fucking future. Just money, safety and stability. But the smile stayed plastered on my face all the way back to my room. The rest of the day vanished in a blur of jasmine-scented baths, untouched salads, and pages of my favorite novel I stared at without reading. Every shift on the silk sheets sent a sweet ache between my legs, a reminde

ENZO’S POV The penthouse door clicked shut behind us, sealing out the city’s distant hum. Darkness swallowed the foyer, thick and absolute, broken only by the faint red glow of the skyline bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Elena’s fingers dug into my forearm, nails biting skin. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as she tried to swallow. I wasn’t scared. I was counting heartbeats. Three intruders. Maybe four. The air tasted wrong—gun oil, cheap cologne, and the metallic tang of men who thought they were hunters. Elena’s entire body shook against mine. I felt it in her knees, in the way her shoulder pressed into my ribs. She was unraveling, and I couldn’t let that happen. “Elena,” I breathed, so low only she could hear. “Be a good girl and get down behind the couch. Do not make a move. Do not make a sound until I come for you. Understand?” She nodded once, frantic, tears already glistening. Then she dropped, crawling on hands and knees across the Italian marble, d

ELENA’S POVThe knock ripped me from a sleep so thick it felt like sinking into tar. My eyelids scraped open, gritty and swollen. Sunlight stabbed through the half-drawn blinds, painting gold stripes across the ceiling I’d stared at for hours. I hadn’t closed my eyes until the sky outside turned the color of bruised peaches. Every time I drifted off, gunshots cracked behind my eyelids. Every time I jolted awake, the bed beside me stayed cold. Enzo never came back. Wherever he’d gone after teasing me stupid, it wasn’t here. Blood had been spilled before breakfast, and I wasn’t naive enough to think otherwise.Another knock, lighter, almost apologetic.I dragged myself up, silk sheets sliding off my shoulders. My arm felt like lead. The ache between my arms from yesterday’s procedure throbbed in time with my pulse, a cruel reminder that my body no longer belonged to just me. I yanked on a robe and shuffled to the door.Maria waited, hands folded, apron starched within an inch of its li