Chapter 29 Broken Resistance
Isabella’s POV
“ahh… nnh… hah… mmph… ahhn…”
A broken whimper slipped from my lips as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly. But Landon didn’t stop, if anything his fingers pumped slowly, stretching my wet core while his thumb circled my swollen clit with perfect, teasing pressure.
The more I tried to resist, the more stupidly my hips betrayed me, grinding against his despite myself. My nipples tightened painfully against the thin fabric of the gown, the wet slickness dripping down my pussy coated his fingers, the wet sounds echoing loudly in the quiet room.
Then reality crashed back in.
What the fuck are you doing, Isabella!
This was the same monster who had locked me away for three days without food. The same man who had nearly starved his own child out of spite…and you’re here letting him use you like a fucking sex toy.
“No,” the words tore out of me quickly as I twisted hard against his grip, panic cutting through the haze of pleasure. “Let go of me. Stop!”
I pushed at his chest with all the strength I could muster, causing him to stumble back a step. I didn’t wait for his reaction and yanked my wrists free, my trembling legs moving on instinct before my brain could even think twice.
I was almost there when his massive hands gripped around my waist. In one terrifying motion, he dragged me back, spinning me around so my front pressed against the cold wall.
My cheek met the stone as he pinned me there, his powerful body caging me from behind. One large hand gripped both my wrists and held them firmly against the wall above my head.
“Get off me!” I cried out, my voice breaking from the mix of fear and lingering arousal. “Please, Landon… let me go.”
He didn’t utter a word in response.
Instead, the next thing I felt was his hands fist the back of my gown. With one brutal yank, the thin fabric tore down the middle, the sound of ripping cloth loud in the room, leaving me completely naked against the wall.
Before I could even open my mouth to speak, I felt the huge, thick head of his cock nudge against my dripping entrance from behind.
“No—wait—” I started, but it was too late.
He thrust deep into me with one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt in my wet, throbbing pussy.
“Ahh—!” A sharp, broken cry tore from my throat as his dick remained deep inside for a moment longer, “oh god… too deep—”
The stretch was sudden and overwhelming as his thick cock filled me, splitting me open. My walls clenched around him without meaning to, still sensitive from the strokes of his fingers inside my pussy a while ago.
“Fuck, yes…” he growled low in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. “You’re still so fucking tight for me little rogue…even after three days of starving, this greedy little cunt still takes me so well.”
He didn't wait for me to respond as he pulled back almost completely, then slammed into me in one deep, merciless thrust.
The brutal rhythm started immediately, his hips snapping against my ass with a punishing force as each thrust drove him much deeper, the head of his cock hitting that g-spot inside my pussy that made stars burst behind my eyes.
“Nngh…haa…Landon!” Another hard thrust forced a shameless moan out of me, the sounds spilling out of me uncontrollably. Pleasured whimpers mixed with desperate, gasping cries kept ripping out of me every time he thrust harder.
“Ahh… fuck… please—” I moaned loudly, the wet slap of his hips against my ass thundering across the entire room. “Ohh… I can’t—ahh!”
“Shhh…” he whispered into my ear, his voice thick with lust and something much darker. “You belong to me, little rogue. Pregnant not, this pussy is mine! Say it!”
I shook my head in protest, tears of shame and overwhelming pleasure stinging my eyes. “No… please…”
He thrust harder again, one massive hand gripping my waist hard, while the other kept my wrists pinned against the wall.
“Say it!” He barked, biting down on my shoulder hard enough to mark. “You’re mine, and nothing…not your hate, not your father, not even this baby…will stop me from fucking you whenever I want.”
The words should have disgusted me. Instead, they sent a fresh wave of wetness inside my pussy. He doesn’t wait for me to speak anymore as he begins to thrust into me in fast, relentless strokes, driving his thick cock in and out of my dripping pussy with savage intensity.
Every brutal thrust pushed me higher, the obscene wet sounds growing louder as my walls grew wetter for him.
“I…I can’t!”
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
A shattering orgasm ripped through me without warning, my whole body convulsing against the wall as waves of intense pleasure crashed over me.
“Oh god… oh fuck—” I cried out, my pussy clenching violently around his cock, milking every inch of him as I came hard. My legs shook so badly I would have collapsed if he wasn’t holding me up.
But Landon doesn’t give me any chance to recover, he keeps fucking me straight through my orgasm, thrusting deeper and deeper until I was sobbing uncontrollably,
drawing it out until I was sobbing with overstimulation, my moans turning into helpless, whimpering cries. Only then did he pull out with a wet sound.
The next thing I felt on my ass was the first hot splash of his cum, it’s thick liquid painting my skin as he stroked himself through his release.
“Fuck….” A low growl rips out of him the second he finishes the last release, marking me from behind like the possession he claimed I was.
When the last drop of cum landed on my ass, he leaned in close, his lips brushing a shell of my ear. “Look at you,” he mocked, his voice dripping to a low, dangerous whisper. “Still shaking from my cock and dripping for me…even after you begged me to stop.”
Then, he stepped back.
The sudden absence of his body left me cold and exposed as I stayed pressed against the wall, my legs still shaking from the intense orgasm, his warm cum slowly sliding down my ass and thighs.
The next sound that echoed through the room was the sound of the door as it clicked open behind me. I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t face him.
Landon’s footsteps faded as he left the room without another word, leaving me standing there like a worthless sex toy he just used to satisfy himself.
The tears started spilling now as the reality of what had just happened crashed over me. How could I have let that happen? I pressed my forehead to my knees, muttering more to myself than anyone.
“You’re such a fool, Isabella. Such a pathetic, weak fool.”
But even as I said the words, my pussy still throbbed with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
And the worst part?
A small, traitorous voice inside me already wondered when he would take me again.