All Chapters of Ravaged & Ruined by Daddy's Enemies: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62 Kane stayed on top of me for a long time after he finished. His breathing was still rough and angry. Blood from the cut on his head had dried on his face and some of it was on my skin now. I lay under him without moving. My cheeks burned from the slaps and my wrists hurt where he had pinned them. Between my legs I felt sore and full again with his latest load. It leaked out slowly onto the sheets but I did not care anymore. He finally pushed himself up and looked down at me. His eyes were still dark with rage. “You ever try something like that again and I will chain you to the wall for a week,” he said. “No food. No water. Just my cock every hour until you learn.” I turned my face away and stayed quiet. Tears kept falling even though I tried to stop them. Kane got off the bed and pulled his pants back on. He wiped the blood from his head with the back of his hand and looked at it like it made him even madder. “Get cleaned up,” he told me. “We are still going to the club

Chapter 64 The next morning I woke up slowly. My whole body felt heavy and sore. Every bruise ached when I breathed. Between my legs was sticky and swollen from everything Kane had done the night before. I kept my eyes closed for a long time, hoping it was all a bad dream. I felt movement beside me. Kane was awake. Instead of grabbing me roughly like usual, he stayed quiet. His hand moved gently over my stomach. Not pressing. Just resting there. “You are awake,” he said softly. I opened my eyes. He was looking at me differently today. His pale eyes were calmer. The cut on his head from the lamp was still there but it looked cleaner. He reached out and brushed some hair away from my face. The touch was gentle. It surprised me so much I flinched. “Do not be scared,” he said. “Not today.” He got up from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard water running. A few minutes later he came back and carefully helped me sit up. My wrists and cheeks still hurt from yesterday but

Chapter 66 The night felt too quiet. Kane was still holding me gently in bed, his arm around my waist, hand resting on my stomach. He had not tried to fuck me once since morning. He kept his promise about his mother’s birthday. For the first time, I slept a little without crying. A loud knock suddenly echoed through the penthouse. Kane tensed beside me. He sat up fast and looked at the door. Maria came running into the room a moment later, her face pale. “They are here,” she whispered. “The De Luca brothers. They are downstairs with some men. They want to see Elena.” My heart slammed hard against my ribs. I sat up quickly, ignoring the pain in my body. Tears filled my eyes instantly. Matteo. Luca. Nico. They came. They actually came for me. Kane’s face changed. The gentle look disappeared. He stood up and pulled on a shirt. “Bring them up,” he said calmly. “But only the three of them. No guns. If they try anything, my men will kill them on the spot.” Maria nodded and left quick

Chapter 68 The morning after the brothers came and left, Kane woke up angry. He did not speak much. He just pulled me out of bed by the arm and pushed me toward the bathroom. Maria was not allowed to help me this time. Kane washed me himself under the cold water. He made sure to rub his hands roughly over every bruise on my body. "You still want them," he said while he cleaned between my legs. "I saw it in your eyes last night. You cried for them like a little whore. So today I am going to remind every one of my men who you really belong to." He dressed me in the shortest dress I had worn yet. It was red and so tight it barely covered my ass. My breasts almost spilled out the top and the bruises showed clearly. No panties. He clipped the collar tighter around my neck and attached a thin chain leash to it. We drove to the same warehouse where he had shown me off before. When we walked inside, all his men were already there. More than fifty of them this time. They stopped talking th

Chapter 70 The diamond collar sat heavy and cold against Elena’s throat, a glittering reminder of Kane’s latest performance of care. It sparkled under the soft lighting of the penthouse dining room like a leash dressed up as jewelry. Elena sat across from him at the long obsidian table, wearing the expensive black silk dress he had bought her that afternoon. The dress was low-cut enough to show the fading welts across the tops of her breasts and tight enough to hint at the slight swell of her belly where the De Luca brothers’ baby was growing. Kane looked almost civilized tonight. He wore a black button-down shirt rolled to his elbows, revealing the coiled serpent tattoos that wrapped around his forearms. His messy black hair was pushed back, and those pale silver eyes watched her with a hunger that pretended to be patience. A private chef had prepared the meal: seared scallops, truffle risotto, and aged wine that Elena barely touched. Kane had even lit candles. It would have been r