Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Displayed for the City

Elena woke up sore everywhere. Her wrists still had red marks from the zip ties. Thighs sticky with dried cum. Pussy swollen and throbbing like it had been used all night. Which it had.

She was on a huge bed now. Black sheets. No windows. Just a single lamp throwing shadows on the walls. Her tank top was gone. Panties too. Naked. Exposed. A thin chain looped around one ankle, attached to the bedpost. Long enough to move a little, not enough to run.

The door opened.

Matteo walked in first. Fresh suit. Smelling like expensive cologne and danger. Behind him came Luca and Nico. All three looked rested. Satisfied. Like they’d already won.

Matteo sat on the edge of the bed. His hand landed on her thigh. Heavy. Possessive. Fingers traced the dried mess between her legs.

“Still leaking us out,” he said quietly. “Good. Means you’re marked.”

Elena tried to close her legs. He pushed them apart again. Easy.

“Don’t hide it,” Luca said from the doorway. He held up a small black dress. Tiny. See-through mesh in places. “You’re wearing this tonight.”

Her stomach dropped. “Tonight?”

Nico smiled. Sharp. “Club opening. Our club. Whole city’s gonna be there. Rivals. Friends. Your father’s men too, if they’re brave enough.”

Matteo’s fingers slid higher. Two pushed inside her without warning. She gasped. Still sensitive. Body clenched around him anyway.

“You’re gonna walk in on our arms,” Matteo told her. “Smile pretty. Let them see what we did to Vittorio’s princess. Let them smell the cum on your skin.”

She shook her head. “No. I won’t.”

Luca laughed. Tossed the dress on the bed. “You will. Or we send videos to your daddy. Every thrust. Every moan. Every time you came screaming on our cocks.”

Elena’s face burned. She remembered last night. How her body betrayed her. How she squirted. How she swallowed Matteo like she was starving.

Matteo pulled his fingers out. Licked them slow. Watching her eyes the whole time.

“Shower,” he ordered. “We’re leaving in one hour.”

They unchained her ankle. Led her to a bathroom bigger than her old bedroom. Glass shower. Multiple heads. No door. No privacy.

Luca turned the water on hot. Steam filled the room fast.

“Wash,” Nico said. “But don’t touch yourself. That pussy belongs to us now.”

She stepped under the spray. Water stung her sore spots. She scrubbed fast. Trying to erase them. But every time she moved, she felt the ache inside. The stretch. The fullness they left behind.

When she stepped out, towel wrapped tight, Matteo was waiting with the dress.

Black. Short. Low cut. Mesh panels over her nipples and between her legs. Basically nothing.

“Put it on,” he said.

She hesitated.

Luca stepped close. Voice low. “Or we fuck you right here. Again. And film it. Your choice.”

Hands shaking, she dropped the towel. Slipped the dress over her head. Fabric clung to her wet skin. See-through where it mattered most. Nipples dark against the mesh. The hem barely covered her ass. One wrong move and everyone would see everything.

Matteo circled her. Eyes hungry. “Perfect.”

They drove through the city. Tinted windows. Elena sandwiched between Luca and Nico in the back. Matteo driving.

Luca’s hand rested high on her thigh. Fingers brushing her bare pussy every time the car hit a bump. She tried to squeeze her legs together. He forced them apart.

“Keep them open,” he whispered. “Let it drip.”

By the time they pulled up to the club, her thighs were slick again. Heart pounding.

The club was called Vipers. Neon sign. Line around the block. Music thumping so hard she felt it in her chest.

They didn’t wait in line.

Security nodded at Matteo. Doors opened. Inside was dark. Red lights. Bodies pressed together. Smell of sweat, alcohol, sex.

Matteo grabbed her wrist. Pulled her through the crowd. People stared. Whispered. Recognized her face from the news. Vittorio Rossi’s daughter.

Luca pressed against her back. Hard cock against her ass through his pants. “Feel that? That’s what you do to us.”

They reached a raised platform. Private section. Velvet ropes. Big leather couch. Low table. Three more men already there. Older. Scarier. Tattoos crawling up their necks.

Matteo pushed Elena down onto the couch. Legs spread by his knee.

“Gentlemen,” he said loud enough for nearby tables to hear. “Meet our new toy. Vittorio’s little girl. Freshly fucked. Still dripping.”

Laughter. Phones came out. Flashes.

Elena’s face flamed. She tried to close her legs. Nico grabbed her knees. Forced them wide.

“Look at her,” Luca said to the crowd gathering. “Shaved. Swollen. Full of our cum.”

A man from another table stepped closer. “How much to taste?”

Matteo smiled. Cold. “She’s not for sale. Yet. But you can watch.”

He nodded at Luca.

Luca knelt between her legs. Pushed the mesh aside. Tongue flat against her clit.

Elena jerked. Moaned before she could stop it.

The crowd groaned. More phones.

Luca licked slow. Sucked. Fingers pushed inside. Curled. Hit that spot.

Her hips bucked. Body remembering last night. Wanting more.

Matteo leaned down. Whispered in her ear. “Come for them, princess. Show Daddy’s enemies how much you love being used.”

Nico pulled the straps of her dress down. Breasts bare. He pinched her nipples. Twisted.

Pleasure spiked. Sharp. Dirty.

Luca sucked harder. Fingers pumping.

Elena broke.

She came hard. Back arching. Crying out. Squirting on Luca’s tongue. Body shaking.

The crowd cheered. Clapped. Some men adjusted themselves openly.

Luca stood. Wiped his mouth. Grinned at the room.

Matteo pulled Elena onto his lap. Facing the crowd. Dress hiked up. Legs spread over his thighs.

His cock was out now. Hard. Pressing against her entrance.

He thrust up. Buried deep in one stroke.

Elena gasped. Loud.

He fucked her slow. Right there. In front of everyone.

“Let them see,” he growled. “Let them know you’re ours.”

She couldn’t hide the moans. Couldn’t stop her hips rolling. Chasing it.

Nico stepped in front. Cock out. Pushed into her mouth.

She sucked. Greedy now. No fight left.

Luca moved behind. Fingers teasing her ass. One pushed in.

She whimpered around Nico’s cock.

Matteo fucked harder. Faster.

The room spun. Lights. Music. Eyes on her.

She came again. Clenching around Matteo. Milking him.

He groaned. Filled her. Hot. Deep.

Nico pulled out. Came on her face. Thick stripes.

Luca added his fingers. Stretched her more.

Elena trembled. Used. Marked. Dripping everywhere.

Matteo held her close. Whispered so only she could hear.

“Your father’s watching. We made sure the feed went live.”

Her eyes snapped open.

Across the room. In the shadows. A figure.

Vittorio.

Watching his daughter get fucked. Ruined. Loving it.

Elena’s heart stopped.

Then Matteo thrust again. Slow. Teasing.

And she moaned.

Loud.

Because even knowing Daddy saw...

She didn’t want them to stop.

The night was young.

And they had so much more planned.