All Chapters of Ravaged & Ruined by Daddy's Enemies: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Morning came too fast. My body still hummed from last night’s mess—ass sore from Luca, pussy swollen and leaking, face sticky even after the shower. The collar felt heavier today, like it knew something I didn’t. I woke up sandwiched between Matteo and Nico. Luca was already up, standing at the foot of the bed holding a small velvet bag. He dumped the contents onto the sheet between my legs. A string of smooth black anal beads, graduating from small to thick, shiny with lube. Next to them, a new plug—bigger than yesterday’s, flared base, ridged shaft, heavy enough that just looking at it made my hole twitch. “Training starts now,” Luca said. His voice was calm but his cock was already hard and leaking at the tip. Matteo rolled me onto my stomach without a word. He pulled my hips up so my ass was presented high. Nico spread my cheeks wide with both hands. I felt air hit my hole and shivered. Luca picked up the beads first. He pressed the smallest one against my rim and pushed slow

Chapter 45 The house felt locked down after Marco. Windows covered with heavy curtains. Extra cameras blinking red in every corner. Guards doubled at the gate—men I didn’t know by name but trusted because the brothers did. No more texts came. No photos. No videos. Just silence. The kind of silence that made my skin crawl and my pussy throb at the same time. I woke up the next morning feeling strange. My breasts ached when I rolled over. Heavy. Tender. Like someone had squeezed them all night. When I brushed my nipples with my fingers they stung and sent a sharp jolt straight to my clit. I hissed and cupped them gently. They felt fuller. Hotter. Nausea hit me in the bathroom. Sudden and mean. I leaned over the sink, breathing slow, waiting for it to pass. It did—mostly—but my stomach stayed uneasy. I looked at myself in the mirror. Face flushed. Eyes bright. Collar gleaming. Body marked with faint bruises from yesterday’s yard scene. I touched my belly. Flat still. But something fel

The house was sealed tight. No deliveries. No visitors. Phones on silent except for the brothers’ burners. Guards rotated outside the fence every four hours. Inside, it was just us. The air smelled like sex and sweat and the faint metallic tang of cum that never quite left the sheets. I woke up already wet. Matteo’s cock was inside me slow, lazy thrusts from behind while I was still half-asleep. My back pressed to his chest, one of his arms hooked under my knee, holding me open. Luca slept on his stomach beside us, face buried in the pillow. Nico sat at the foot of the bed watching, stroking himself slowly, eyes dark. “Morning, baby,” Matteo whispered against my ear. “Peak day. You feel it?” I nodded, moaning soft. My body did feel different. Hotter. Needier. Every nerve ending tuned to them. My breasts ached again—less sharp than yesterday, more like a deep, throbbing fullness. My clit pulsed with each slow slide of Matteo inside me. He didn’t rush. He fucked me like he had all

Chapter 48 The doorbell’s echo died fast, but the silence it left behind was worse. Thick. Electric. Like the house itself was holding its breath. Matteo was already moving—gun in hand, bare feet silent on the hardwood. Luca grabbed his pants from the floor and yanked them on in one motion. Nico stayed with me, one arm around my waist, the other reaching for the pistol on the dresser. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. The positive test still sat on the nightstand like a trophy, two dark lines staring back at me. My hand drifted to my stomach on instinct. Flat for now. But not empty. Matteo cracked the front door just enough. Dario stood on the porch—same leather jacket, same serpent tattoo curling up his neck, same cocky tilt to his mouth. But his eyes were different today. Sharper. Hungrier. He wasn’t alone. Behind him, half in shadow under the overhang, stood a man I had never seen in person but knew instantly. Kane. Tall. Lean. Black coat open over a dark shirt, sleeves rolled to sh

Chapter 50 The next three days blurred into a rhythm of locked doors, rotating patrols, and endless sex. They kept me in the bedroom most of the time naked, collared, plugged when they weren’t inside me. Every few hours one or all of them would come in, spread me open, fill me again, whisper promises against my stomach. Matteo tracked every creampie in the app like it was sacred data. Luca liked to fuck me in front of the full length mirror so I could watch my own face twist while he pumped another load deep. Nico was quieter slow, deliberate strokes while he held eye contact, making me say out loud that the baby was theirs, that I was theirs, that Kane could burn. I believed it. Mostly. The fear had dulled to a low hum under my skin. Kane’s photo was ash. His voice through the speaker was just memory. The house felt like a fortress. They said no one could get in. They were wrong. It happened at dusk on the fourth day. I was in the shower alone for once hot water pounding my sh