Chapter 5 Broken Beneath Him
Isabella’s POV
The pain is a white-hot brand searing through my core. His cock stretches me beyond what should be possible, thick and unyielding, splitting me open with every punishing thrust.
The chain attached to my collar moves alongside his rhythm, the metal collar biting deeper into the raw skin of my throat enough to remind me that I’m nothing more than a sex slave.
He doesn’t speak again after that first cold command. Words would be mercy, and Alpha Landon has none to spare. Instead, he communicates with his body—brutal, merciless.
One massive hand stays fisted in the chain, yanking my head back so my spine arches painfully, forcing my chest up off the mattress. The other clamps down on my hip, his fingers digging bruises I’ll sure as hell feel for days, holding me exactly where he wants me while he thrusts into me again and again.
“Stay fucking still!” He growls.
My arms struggle uselessly at the sheets, I don’t even know if I’m trying to push away or pull myself together. Every slam of his cock sends shockwaves of sharp agony through me.
I hate that my stupid pussy clenches around him like it’s begging for more, wet and greedy even as tears stream down uncontrollably down my cheeks from the mix of pain and pleasure of his thrusts.
“Stop…please—” The plea slips out of me before I can force it back, small and shattered.
Alpha Landon doesn’t utter a word; instead, he answers with a low, animal growl that vibrates through his chest and into mine. His thrusts turn into crueler, harder strokes, dragging the thick head of his cock over every sensitive part of my pussy until my thighs begin to tremble violently.
A sob rips from my throat when he thrusts even deeper, and hits that spot inside my core that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
No. No no no.
I can’t cum!
Not like this!
Not from him forcing himself into me like I’m nothing more than a hole to fill. But my body doesn’t care what I want.
The pressure builds relentlessly, rising no matter how hard I fight it as my clit throbs untouched, swollen, and aching from the constant thrust of his cock inside me.
“F…f—“
I bite the inside of my cheek to force the moans back until I taste blood, desperate to hold it back from clawing up my throat. It doesn’t work, because the sound rips out anyway—broken, and humiliating.
He hears it.
For the first time since his merciless thrusts into my pussy, his rhythm stutters—just a fraction of a second. Then he leans down, his sweat-slick chest pressing against my back, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear.
“You’re dripping for your Alpha, little rogue,” he whispers, his voice dropping low, dangerous. “Your tight little pussy is weeping for the cock that’s ruining it.”
Shame floods me so violently that I almost black out. But the more I tried to resist—my inner walls clench around him at his words, squeezing like they’re trying to pull him deeper.
Then he shifts.
One brutal yank on the chain forces my head back even closer until the arch of my neck screams in pain. His other hand slides in between my thighs, rough fingers finding my clit and pinching—hard.
“Oh! God!”
The orgasm rips through me like a blade. Violent. Unwanted. My whole body convulses, my pussy submitting widely around his invading cock as wave after wave of shameful pleasure crashes over me.
He doesn’t stop.
He fucks me through it—through the aftershocks of orgasms rippling through me. I’m nothing but fucking sex toy to him now, a warm, wet thing to put his cock inside until he’s satisfied.
His breathing grows harsher against my neck, and his thrusts begin to turn erratic now, feral. His fingers on my hip bruises deeper, then he thrusts into me one final time—deep, brutal, burying himself to the hilt until I feel the first hot pulse of his release flood inside me.
“F…fuck!”
He cums with a guttural snarl, his hips grinding against my ass like he’s trying to brand himself into my skin. Pool after pool of thick cum fills me until I can feel it leaking out around his cock, trickling down my inner thighs to soak the sheets beneath us.
For a moment, he stays buried inside me, his chest rising and falling heavily. Meanwhile, I lay frozen underneath him, shaking so hard my teeth chatter. Only when his cock finally stops twitching does he pull out.
The sudden emptiness forces a pathetic, involuntary sound out of me as cool air hits the abused flesh between my legs and I flinch. I can feel his cum leaking out of me in slow, humiliating pulses.
He releases the chain and it falls slack against my back with a soft clink. I collapse fully onto the mattress, my face pressed into the soaked sheets while my pussy throbs with aftershocks and fresh pain.
I can’t move.
I don’t want to move.
I want to disappear.
The bed dips beneath as he stands, the next thing I hear is the rustle of fabric as he begins to pull his pants back up, buckling his belt with the same methodical calm he used to undress.
Then the next sound heard is his footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. He stops beside the bed towards where I’m still lying helplessly. I don’t look up at him, my hair is plastered to my face, my body a trembling wreck.
“You’ll learn how to take my cock without crying, rogue.” His voice cuts through the silence like a blade, “Or I’ll make sure the entire pack hears how loudly their traitor bitch screams when she’s fucked mercilessly by their Alpha.”
The words land like a wicked punch across my face, and I flinch. But Alpha Landon doesn’t wait for a response…doesn’t expect one.
The door opens.
Then closes with a soft that thunders the entire room.
I’m alone again.
Chained to his bed.
Dripping with his cum.
Broken.
And still, my traitorous body still twitches with the fading echoes of unwanted pleasure. I curl into myself as best I can with the chain limiting my movement, my arms wrapped around me like it could anchor me from shattering.
It can’t.
Nothing can.
And somewhere deep inside me, a small, terrified voice whispers that this is only the beginning.