Chapter 14 Kneel Or Bleed
Isabella’s POV
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” He growled, voice low and lethal.
Landon is pacing the room like a wild animal the instant he shatters the flower vase against the wall. And I’m still seated at the edge of the bed, clutching the sheet to my chest, my heart pounding so loud in my ears I swear he could hear it too.
“Every rogue bitch that I’ve ever taken hostage,” he continued, still pacing the room like a caged animal desperate to be set free. “Every single one of them knew better…” he steps closer now, close enough until the only thing left was for him to climb onto the bed.
“Not to dare let my sperm take root…they spread their legs, and took my cock like the slaves they are. But you…” His lip curled in disgust.
“You’ve done the exact opposite of everything!”
“Landon, I—” The words died in my throat before I could force another syllable out, rough hands seized my wrist and yanked me off the mattress. He slams me back against the cold stone wall, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs and sending a jolt straight through my core.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rip you apart right now,” he does not give me time to recover as his hands shoot up, capturing both my wrists in one massive hand and dragging them above my head, pinning them there with bruising force.
His body caged mine completely now, the hard planes of his broad chest pressing hard against my soft breasts. My nipples tightened instantly at the contact, aching across the fabric of his shirt with every shaking breath I took.
I could feel my traitorous thighs growing slick as his thigh shoved between my legs, forcing them apart. He presses it upward until the thick length of him ground straight against my bare pussy.
“Speak up, dammit!” He barks, his fingers digging into my waist hard enough to leave bruises in its wake. “Or maybe you prefer to speak the hard way?”His hands trail lower, gripping my hip and yanking me tighter against his thigh.
“Please,” I force the words out, my voice breaking. “Please, Landon… don’t hurt the baby, you don’t have to want it. Just…please let the child live.”
A shameless moan leaves my mouth as my clit rubs against the seam of his jeans, my knees buckle to break free, but his thigh and iron grip keep me upright, pinned at a spot.
“You really do think your pathetic pleading will move me? Huh? A short, cruel laugh tears out of him, the sound vibrating against my breasts. “You think these fake tears and whimpers will make me spare your useless life?”
His free hand grips my jaw instantly, tilting my face up until I have no choice but to stare into those piercing blue eyes. “Give me one valid reason…one…” his thumb brushes my lower lip, pressing it down hard, “why should I allow the child of a traitor’s daughter to give birth to my heir?”
“I’m not my father,” I quickly reply, but the words are barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “I never wanted any of this, but this child…it’s innocent. It didn’t choose its bloodline, and neither did it choose me.”
“Not good enough.”
Tears begin to spill now, hot and fast as it rolls down my cheeks in uncontrollable rhythms. My pussy whole body shook so violently I thought my bones might rattle apart, yet my hips rocked helplessly against his thigh, seeking more of that cruel friction of his thick length.
“I’ll do anything,” I choke out, desperation bleeding through every ounce of my voice. “I’ll do anything you want me to just to spare this baby’s life.”
My pussy was soaked now, its slick wetness trailing down his jeans, and he felt it. I knew because a guttural glow tore from his throat the second his eyes landed on them.
“Just…let us live. Please, Landon, I swear it. Whatever you ask.”
The moment the words left my lips, something shifted in him. An evil smirk tugged at the corner of his lips—slow, devoid of any emotions. I try to drop my gaze to hide from his stare, but his fingers fist into my hair and yank my head back sharply.
He leaned in close, close enough until our lips brushed. Pain flared across my scalp instantly, shooting straight down to where his thigh still pressed between my legs.
“Interesting,” he hissed, “So you’re willing to do anything right?”
“Yes,” I choked out, forced to meet his stare as my back was still pressed against the wall and pushing my breasts harder against his chest. “Anything you want me to.”
The smirk on his lips widened even more—into something darker. Then, he releases his wrists only to slide his hand down my throat, thumb pressing against my racing pulse as though challenging how close I was to breaking.
My body responded with another shameful rush of wetness that trickled down my inner thigh.
“Then prove it.” The words roll out of him as he steps back, just enough to create distance between us. His gaze raked over my whole body with dark desire, lingering on my breasts, down to the glistening evidence of the arousal between my legs.
“Get on your knees,” his voice drops to a low, dangerous murmur that sends fresh shivers all over my skin, “get on your fuckin kness and suck my cock, right now. If you want that brat in your womb to see the sunrise….”
“…open that pretty mouth and show me how desperate you really are.”