Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Back in My Own Bed (Elena’s POV)

The drive to the villa feels like a dream I can’t wake from. Same winding road up the hill. Same iron gates that used to feel safe. Tonight they creak open for Matteo’s black SUV like they’re welcoming old friends. My heart slams so hard I taste it in my throat.

I’m in the back seat again. Naked under a long black coat Matteo threw over me. No underwear. No shoes. Just the coat and the dried mess still clinging to my skin from the warehouse. Every bump in the road makes my sore pussy rub against the leather seat. Makes fresh slick leak out. I press my thighs together but it only makes it worse.

Luca’s hand rests on my knee. Heavy. Possessive. He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t need to. I already know what’s coming.

We pull up to the front doors. Lights are off inside. No guards. No staff. Matteo’s people cleared the place hours ago. Daddy’s men are either dead, running, or tied up somewhere else. The house is empty.

Except for us.

Matteo kills the engine. Turns to me.

“Welcome home, princess.”

The word twists in my gut. Home. My bedroom. My bed. The one with the white canopy Daddy bought when I turned sixteen. The one where I used to read books and dream about normal things. Boys who would kiss me gentle. Dates. Prom.

Now I’m about to be fucked raw on those same sheets.

They lead me inside. Flashlights cut through the dark halls. My bare feet slap cold marble. The coat slips open with every step. Breasts bounce free. Nipples hard from the chill and the fear and the sick excitement twisting low in my belly.

Up the stairs. Past framed photos on the wall. Me smiling in school uniforms. Me on Daddy’s shoulders at the beach when I was little. Him looking proud. Protective.

Matteo stops at one photo. Me in a white dress at my eighteenth birthday. He traces my face in the glass with one finger.

“Such a good girl back then,” he says quiet. “Look how far you’ve fallen.”

I don’t answer. Can’t. My throat is tight.

We reach my bedroom door. Pink. Stupid childish pink. Matteo pushes it open.

Everything is exactly how I left it. Books on the shelf. Stuffed bear on the pillow. Fairy lights strung over the headboard. The bed made perfect. White sheets. Fluffy comforter.

Luca flips the light on. Soft glow fills the room.

Matteo pulls the coat off me in one smooth tug. I stand naked in my own bedroom. Marked. Bruised. Dripping.

Nico closes the door behind us. Locks it.

Matteo walks to the bed. Sits. Pats the spot next to him.

“Come here.”

My legs move before my brain catches up. I crawl onto the mattress. Kneel in front of him.

He unzips slow. Cock springs free. Already hard.

“Ride me,” he says. “Right here. On your princess bed.”

I straddle him. Hands on his shoulders. Lower myself slow. His thick head parts me. Stretches me again. I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood as I sink down. Inch by inch. Until he’s buried deep.

I moan loud. Can’t help it. The sound bounces off my pink walls.

Luca moves behind. Hands spread my ass. Spits. Then his cock presses against my hole. Pushes in slow.

Double stuffed again. In my own bed.

I cry out. Head falls back.

Nico climbs on. Kneels in front of my face. Cock in my mouth.

They start moving. Slow at first. Then harder. Bed creaks. Headboard taps the wall.

My fairy lights blink above us. Soft colors dancing over our sweaty bodies.

I come fast. Too fast. Squirting around Matteo’s cock. Soaking the white sheets.

They don’t stop.

Luca groans. Fills my ass.

Nico pulls out. Comes on my tits.

Matteo keeps going. Harder. Deeper.

“Tell me,” he growls. “Whose bed is this?”

“Yours,” I gasp. “It’s yours now.”

He slams up one last time. Comes deep. Groans my name.

When he pulls out, cum floods the sheets. Mixes with mine. Stains everything.

I collapse forward. Panting. Shaking.

Matteo holds me. Kisses my temple.

Then he reaches for something on the nightstand.

My phone.

He turns it on. Screen lights up. Dozens of missed calls. Texts from Daddy. From hours ago.

“Where are you?”

“Elena answer me”

“I’m coming for you”

The last one just says:

“I saw everything. I’m sorry.”

My stomach drops.

Matteo opens the camera. Points it at me.

“Smile for Daddy,” he says.

I look at the lens. Face flushed. Cum on my lips. Hair wild.

He hits record.

“Say it,” Matteo orders.

I swallow. Voice small.

“Daddy… I’m not coming home. Not like this. I belong to them now.”

Matteo ends the recording. Hits send.

To Daddy’s number.

My phone buzzes almost instantly.

A new text.

From an unknown number.

But I know it’s him.

The message is short.

Three words.

“I’m outside.”

My blood runs cold.

Headlights flash through the curtains.

Car door slams.

Footsteps on the stairs.

Coming closer.

Matteo smiles slow.

“Looks like your father wants a front-row seat after all.”

The bedroom door rattles.

Someone tries the handle.

Then a voice. Low. Broken.

“Elena?”

My heart stops.

Daddy’s here.

And the night just got a lot darker.