Chapter Six

**Disclaimer:**

This story contains dark romance themes including explicit non-consensual sexual content, violence, forced marking/bonding, emotional abuse, revenge, and psychological trauma. It is intended for mature adult readers only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

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**Chapter Six: Isolde**

Ryder’s fist remained buried in my hair, yanking my head back so sharply that pain exploded across my scalp. Tears pricked my eyes as I was forced to meet his cold, storm-grey gaze—the same eyes I had once loved with every foolish piece of my heart.

A cruel, twisted smile slowly curved his lips. It held no warmth, only pure, calculated malice.

“Since you’ve always been so desperate to replace your twin,” he said, voice low and dripping with venom, “and I’ve already marked you like the pathetic substitute you are… it’s time, Isolde.”

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear as his breath burned against my skin. “Tonight is our mating night. You’ll spread your legs like the whore you are.”

My stomach lurched. “No—please—”

His grip tightened viciously, cutting off my air. “You don’t get to say no anymore.” His tone was ice-cold, laced with dark satisfaction. “You wanted her place? Then you’ll suffer every single duty she would have fulfilled. Starting right fucking now.”

He released my hair only to seize my jaw with bruising force, forcing my tear-streaked face up to his. The fresh mating mark on my neck pulsed with fiery agony. With his other hand, he ripped the thin linen shift down the front in one savage motion. The fabric tore loudly, leaving me completely exposed. Cold air stung my skin as I instinctively tried to cover myself, but he slammed my wrists above my head, pinning them painfully against the headboard until the wood dug into my skin.

“Look at you,” he murmured cruelly, his gaze dragging slowly over my naked body like I was nothing more than meat. “Already shaking. Already dripping for the man who wants you dead. The bond is fucking hilarious, isn’t it? It doesn’t care that you’re a lying thief and a murderer. It only knows you’re mine to ruin.”

“Ryder… please, I didn’t kill her. I swear on everything—”

He backhanded me hard across the face. The sharp crack echoed. Pain bloomed hot across my cheekbone as my head snapped to the side.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” He growled the words against my neck before sinking his fangs viciously into the fresh mark. I screamed as he tore the wound open again. Blood trickled hot down my shoulder. The pain was blinding.

He shoved me down onto the black silk sheets, his heavy body crushing mine. Without any mercy or preparation, he forced my thighs apart roughly and thrust into me in one savage, tearing stroke.

I screamed.

The intrusion was brutal. He was far too big, and my body wasn’t ready. It felt like I was being split in half. Burning, tearing pain shot through my core as he buried himself to the hilt.

Ryder didn’t give me a second to adjust. He pulled back and slammed into me again, harder, setting a punishing, animalistic rhythm. The heavy bed slammed against the wall with every violent thrust. Each brutal plunge sent fresh waves of agony through me.

Tears poured down my face. “It hurts—Ryder, please—it hurts!”

“Good,” he snarled, pounding into me mercilessly. “Suffer for her. Bleed for her.”

He leaned down and bit my shoulder hard, drawing more blood while his hips snapped forward relentlessly. My wrists ached where he pinned them. My core burned with every deep, punishing thrust. Yet the cursed mate bond forced slick heat around him, betraying me completely.

I sobbed brokenly beneath him as pleasure twisted sickeningly with the pain. My body clenched around his thick length against my will.

“Pathetic,” Ryder hissed, fangs grazing my ear. “Already creaming on the cock of the man who hates you. You really are just a desperate little slut who stole her sister’s future.”

He suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing, and yanked my hips up. He slammed back into me from behind even harder, the new angle making the pain sharper, deeper. One hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back painfully while the other slapped my ass hard enough to leave marks.

“Beg me to fuck you harder,” he demanded coldly.

I could barely speak through the sobs. “P-please… fuck me harder, Ryder…”

His laugh was low and vicious. “Louder, replacement.”

“Please! Fuck me harder!”

He rewarded me by driving into me with savage force, his hips slapping against me brutally. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room alongside my broken cries. His fingers found my clit and rubbed it with harsh, relentless strokes until my body shattered.

I came screaming, walls convulsing painfully around him as the orgasm tore through me. The pleasure only made the physical agony worse. Ryder fucked me straight through it without slowing, chasing his own release with single-minded brutality.

Finally, with a deep, guttural growl, he buried himself as deep as possible and came, flooding my sore, abused insides with hot seed. He ground against me roughly, making sure I felt every pulse, every drop.

When he finally pulled out, I collapsed onto the bed, whimpering. My core throbbed with raw pain. Blood and his release mixed together, leaking down my thighs. My neck and shoulder burned from his bites. My face stung from the slap. Every part of me hurt.

Ryder stood over me, breathing heavily as he adjusted his clothes with casual indifference. He stared down at my broken, trembling form with cold satisfaction.

“This is your life now,” he said flatly, eyes gleaming. “Every single night I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk straight. You’ll sleep in my bed covered in my cum. You’ll carry my heir if I decide your worthless womb is good enough. And every time you scream and come like the slut you are, you’ll remember what you did to Isla.”

He turned toward the door.

“Clean yourself up. I expect you naked and waiting in this bed like an obedient whore when I return. If you’re not… I’ll make it hurt worse next time.”

The door slammed shut behind him, leaving me alone in the dark.

I curled into a tight ball, body shaking violently with pain and silent sobs. The fresh mark on my neck throbbed in time with my heartbeat. The bond sang darkly inside me, whispering that I belonged to him.

I had once loved him with everything I had.

Now he was my hell.