Chapter 8 OWNED BY HIM
Isabella’s POV
“You, rogue. Come here.”
Clara steps out from a side passage as I walk through the hallway, her arms crossed, lips curled like she just tasted something sour.
“Alpha Landon needs his ceremonial robe for the pack dinner tonight. And you’re going to take it to him. Now.”
“I—“
Clara doesn’t wait for me to finish my words, she holds out the heavy black fabric folded neatly, its gold embroidery catching the dim light of the hallway.
“No,” I whisper before I can stop myself. “I can’t, it’s not allowed. Alpha Landon…he said I’m not to come near his chambers unless he calls for me. If I go in there uninvited—”
“Oh, please,” a mocking laughter tears out of her. “Spare me the whining,” She flings the robe at my face without a second thought. “Precious little Sarah isn’t here to play hero right now, little bitch. No one’s coming to save you. Now move!”
I clutch the robe to my chest, my hands shaking so bad the fabric trembles. “Please, Clara. He’ll…he’ll hurt me worse.”
“Good.” She steps closer, her voice dropping low. “Maybe he’ll finally hurt you just like you truly deserve. Now go, before I drag you there myself and tell him you refused an order.”
There’s no winning against her.
I’ve known it since the moment that collar locked around my neck.
Without thinking twice about it, I turn and start walking. My breathing comes out in shallow bursts with every step I take towards Landon’s chambers. By the time I reach the wide corridor outside his private chambers, my legs give up underneath.
I raise my hand to knock.
Then—
“Landon…oh god! Landon, yes…harder, please!”
A woman’s moans echo inside the room. Loud. Shameless. My hand falls away from the door instantly the moment the sounds fill my ears. Heat slams into my face first, then surges lower, pooling hot and insistent between my thighs.
I should get the hell out of here!
But my feet are glued to the floor, every part of my body betraying me before my mind can catch up.
“Fuck me harder! Yes…yes, Alpha…fuck me like that…don’t stop—”
Inside the room, the heavy bedframe groans under brutal rhythm. Wet slaps echo through the entire room as he thrusts into her brutally.
Her moans are much louder now as she cries out, high and shameless, the sound curling straight into my core.
“Ohhh… Landon… your cock—gods, it’s so thick…stretching me…please—”
The wet, obscene sounds grow louder with every one of his thrusts, her cunt taking him again and again. She whimpers, then moans loud enough to rattle my bones.
“Beg daddy to fuck you harder!” He commands, his voice rough with pleasure. “Let this whole fucking house hear how desperate you are for my dick.”
“Please, Daddy!” She obeys instantly. “Fuck…me harder! own this pussy…make me cum all over your cock…please—!”
A sharp slap of flesh thunders through the room—his hand on her ass, maybe, and she screams, the sound sending pure, shattering desires through my core.
“Cum for your Alpha,” he growls again, deeper this time. “Cum all over my cock like the good whore you are. Now.”
Her cry rips through the air instantly, shuddering into long, broken sobs of pleasure. But Landon does not stop as he thrusts into her through it, relentless, chasing his own release with punishing strokes.
Oh…fuck!”
My thighs clamp together as the sound of her moans echoes louder, and liquid heat slicks through my inner thighs.
I hate it. I hate how some twisted part of me wants to be the one pinned under him right now—screaming his name while he fucks me just as cruelly.
What the hell are you thinking, Isabella!
I quickly shove the filthy thoughts away as I swallow hard, tears stinging my eyes, but I still can’t move. My body is pinned at a place even as my mind is screaming to run—
THUD!
The robe slips from my numb fingers before I can realize anything, hitting the floor with a muffled thud that might as well be a very loud noise in the sudden, ringing silence.
Everything stops instantly.
The moans cut off.
“Who the fuck is standing outside my door?!” Landon’s voice rings out—cold, dangerous. “Show yourself!”
Panic claws up my throat, and I turn quickly, ready to run before he sees me.
Too late.
The door flies open.
Landon’s hand clamps around my upper arm before I can take one step. He yanks me inside so fast I stumble to the floor shamefully. My knees hit the rug beside the bed as the robe slips from my hands, falling across the floor like spilled ink.
“You filthy rogue!”
He stands over me now, naked, his skin glistening with sweat while his chest rises and falls fast. His cock is still hard, thick.
I force my eyes to look away, but not fast enough.
“Get out,” he barks, turning his head just enough for the woman lying naked on his bed.
“But—“
“Leave. Before I rip you in half.”
She doesn’t hesitate after that, without thinking twice, she clutches her clothes to her chest and bolts past me. The door opens, closes, and before I even realize, she’s gone.
“How dare you come to my room without my order?” Landon steps closer, and he reaches down, fingers hooking into the iron collar around my neck. One hard pull and I’m forced to my feet.
“Clara…she…” I try to speak but the words get stuck in my throat. “She had ordered me to bring the robe to your chambers to wear for the pack dinner. I swear I didn’t…want to…I told her no, but—”
“You think I give a fuck about who sent you?” He cuts me off with a sharp tug on the collar, then he steps closer, so close that the scent of sex and sweat mixed with him fills my lungs. “I don’t want to listen to any stupid excuses that come out of your filthy mouth.”
“I was leaving,” I whisper. “I swear—”
His other hand wraps around my throat before I can finish speaking—not the collar this time. His thumb presses under my jaw, forcing my head up until our eyes meet.
“Why don’t you admit that you came here because you couldn’t get enough, didn’t you?” His voice drops, low and mocking, “You couldn’t stop thinking about my cock stretching that tight little pussy last night…so you found an excuse.”
“No,” I choke out. “That’s not…I didn’t—”
A sly smirk tugs at the corner of his lips the moment I say those words. Slow. Dangerous. No warmth in it at all.
“Since you’re already here,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of my ear, “you’re not leaving until I’m done with you.”
What the—
One hard yank and he rips the thin fabric of my clothes. I try to cover myself, but he catches my wrists, pinning them above my head against the wall with one massive hand.
“Look at you,” his eyes rake all over my body now. “I bet you’re so fucking wet already. You hate how much you want this, don’t you?”
I shake my head, tears spilling uncontrollably. “Please—”
“Please what?” He leans in again, and his free hand slides between my thighs without warning. Two fingers push inside me— rough, sudden, I cry out, my hips jerking at the brutal force of it. “Soaked,” he growls against my mouth, “Just like I thought.”
He deepens the rhythm of his fingers inside my wet core—once, twice. “…You interrupted me, filthy rogue,” his voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper
“….So now I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for days. You’ll only remember who owns this cunt.”