Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ravaged & Ruined by Daddy's Enemies: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Chapter 31: The Call The farmhouse stayed quiet for two more days after Elena sent the video. No new messages. No cars on the dirt road. No shadows moving in the trees. Matteo’s men patrolled in shifts, but the tension eased just enough for everyone to breathe. Elena spent the mornings in the kitchen again. Cooking simple things—pancakes one day, scrambled eggs the next. The guys ate like they hadn’t seen food in weeks. Luca always stole extra bacon. Nico ate slow, watching her move around like it was the best show he’d ever seen. Matteo just watched her. Always watching. She felt their eyes more now. Not hungry like before. Something steadier. Like they were memorizing her in the daylight. That afternoon she sat on the porch swing. Sun warm on her face. Bare feet on the wood. One of Matteo’s shirts again, sleeves rolled up. No bra. No panties. Just comfortable. Luca came out first. Sat beside her. Threw an arm over the back of the swing. “You look good out here,” he said. She

The farmhouse bedroom still smelled faintly of pine and sex when Elena woke up. Sunlight sliced through the half-open blinds, painting gold stripes across Matteo’s bare back. He was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching her like she might vanish if he blinked. Luca sprawled on her other side, one heavy arm slung over her waist, breathing slow and deep. Nico was gone—probably downstairs making coffee or checking the perimeter again. Ever since Vittorio drove off into the night, they’d all started acting like the truce was made of glass. Elena stretched, feeling the pleasant ache between her thighs from last night. Three cocks, too many fingers, too much cum. She’d lost count somewhere around the third round on the kitchen table. Her body remembered every thrust, every growled promise. She liked that it hurt a little this morning. Liked that the soreness reminded her she belonged here. Matteo’s eyes tracked the movement of her breasts as she arched. “Morning, princess.” She

The farmhouse kitchen light was harsh at three in the morning, the kind that made every stain and shadow look guilty. Elena stood barefoot on the cold tile, still wearing nothing but the collar and the plug Luca had shoved back in after round two. Cum had dried in flaky patches on her inner thighs; more leaked slow and thick every time she shifted. She didn’t wipe it. Liked feeling marked, sloppy, used.Matteo leaned against the counter, arms crossed, phone dark now but the sent message still burning between them. Come and watch. Luca and Nico flanked her like sentries, cocks soft but heavy against their thighs, ready to harden the second she gave them reason.She reached for the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, drank half in one long swallow. A trickle escaped the corner of her mouth, ran down her chin, dripped onto her tits. She didn’t catch it. Let it slide lower until it mixed with the mess already there.“You really sent that,” Luca said, voice thick with

Chapter 38 I wake up sore in places I didn’t know could hurt. My thighs are sticky, the sheets twisted around my ankles like they tried to hold me down all night. The collar’s still snug at my throat, leather warm from my skin, the silver ring cool against my pulse. I can smell us everywhere: sweat, cum, the faint metallic bite of spit dried on my tits. My cunt throbs with every heartbeat, swollen and tender, still leaking the last load they pumped into me before we finally passed out on the kitchen floor. I don’t move right away. Just lie there, legs parted, feeling the slow trickle slide out of me and pool under my ass. The plug’s gone, someone must have eased it out while I was half-dead with exhaustion, but the stretch lingers, a dull, delicious ache that makes me clench on nothing. I press two fingers inside myself, lazy, scooping what’s left. Thick, warm, slippery. I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean, tasting salt and them and me. My tongue swirls slow. I moan softly

The tires outside stopped moving but the engine kept rumbling low and steady like it was waiting for something. I stayed on all fours right there on the floor my body still full of Luca and dripping everywhere. My thighs felt wet and hot and shaky. Nico kept his hand in my hair moving my mouth nice and slow over him while Matteo twisted the plug in my ass just enough to make me moan around Nico. A door opened outside. Boots stepped on the gravel slow and careful. Then the front door pushed open a little and a man stood there tall and mean looking with a snake tattoo climbing up his neck. He wore a leather jacket and his eyes went straight to me spread open and leaking on the floor. Matteo pointed the gun right at him but did not shoot yet. Stay right there he said in a cold voice. Who the fuck are you. The man smiled like he enjoyed the show. Rafe he said. Just a scout for the Vipers. Kane sent me to check on the little Rossi girl. He heard she is getting nice and used now. Loo