Alpha Razor King-Chapter 39: How To Welcome Your Husband.

**Isabella**

I scanned the training ground, my eyes searched for Cain, but he was nowhere to be found. Two days ago, we had spoken on the phone, and I learned that he was being punished in Razor’s dungeon. The guilt weighed heavily on me; I was fucking responsible for him losing two of his fingers.

"Luna, you’re still here," Dean’s voice interrupted my thoughts as he handed me a bottle of chilled water. "I thought you had already left."

I accepted the bottle, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just wanted to take a look around before heading back to the penthouse."

That was a lie, of course. I wanted to speak to Cain, but Dean had been hovering around me like a damn watchdog. Razor had also replaced my trainer with a lady, and although she was nice, I missed Cain’s training.

"You’re not looking for Cain, are you?" Dean’s brow raised in suspicion, and I chuckled dryly.

"Of course not, I’m not that foolish."

"I hope so, because if the boss catches you near him, it’ll be trouble for all of us," Dean warned, genuine concern in his dim eyes.

Just then, I spotted Cain emerging from one of the halls. Our eyes met briefly before he looked away. Dean noticed but didn’t comment. I smiled inwardly; at least Cain seemed okay.

I needed to find the blue document he had asked for, but I wished I knew what exactly they were. I’d just have to figure this shit out myself.

"The boss will be back soon, let’s go to the penthouse," Dean warned, glancing at his watch.

Taking one last look at Cain, we made our way to the penthouse, relieved that Razor hadn’t returned yet from wherever the fuck he went. I slouched on the couch, exhaling in exhaustion. I was fucking bored out of my mind, with no one to talk to since Cross wasn’t back yet. I wondered if he had actually gone clubbing with his little girlfriend. I had to give him credit; he was brave, considering Razor had recently almost skinned him alive. If Razor ever found out about Cross’s escapade, he’d fucking kill him, and probably me too if he discovered I was planning to escape.

Glancing around to ensure the coast was clear, I stood up. Cain and Ian had mentioned that the blue document was inside Razor’s study on the penthouse’s top floor. I just had to find my way there. Although I wasn’t entirely sure what they wanted with the document, it was the only thing Ian had requested to help me. At this point, I was willing to do whatever it took to escape from that brute, Razor.

I took quick strides and started walking up the stairs before Felicia’s voice stopped me.

"Luna, where are you going, please?"

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath. Where the fuck did she come from? Turning around, I forced out a smile. "Felicia, I didn’t realize you were around."

She gave me a skeptical look, shaking her head slightly. "I was in the kitchen. But I’m sorry, Luna, no one is allowed up there without the boss’s permission."

"Oh, I didn’t know," I chuckled, feigning ignorance, and walked back downstairs. Though I knew better; I had actually attempted to go up there before, but Cross stopped me and warned me against it. "I’ll keep..."

She raised a finger to stop me, tilting her head slightly. "Wait, I hear footsteps. I think the boss is back, and he’s almost here."

Panic surged within me, and I raced into the room, then into the bathroom to calm myself. Thank the moon goddess Felicia stopped me; Razor could have actually caught me. Damn!

The door opened a minute later, and the air filled with the familiar and mesmerizing scent of Razor. I took a deep breath, nodding my head before stepping out of the bathroom, instantly greeted by his stern face.

"Welcome back, Razor," I whispered, meeting his alluring green eyes for a second before lowering them to the floor. No matter how hard I tried, I could never maintain eye contact with him, and it fucking annoyed me.

"Come here," he ordered coolly, with so much confidence, and it angered me. I hated this particular command, yet I knew better than to disobey. Slowly, my eyes went up, and there was no hint of sarcasm on his face, almost sending my heartbeat into overdrive.

Did he hear something? Or perhaps Dean told him about me wanting to see Cain?

Holding my breath, I slowly walked up and stood in front of him.

"How many times do I have to teach you how to welcome your husband properly?" he demanded sternly, the firmness of his voice making my legs tremble slightly.

"Sorry, sir, I forgot," my voice sounded small and subdued, even to my own ears, which I fucking hated. It was as if the brute had won and had truly succeeded in breaking me. I couldn’t help it though; he scared me shitless.

"What are you waiting for, then?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

Anger bubbled inside me, but I dared not show it. How dare he think he can control me however he wants? Why does he have to force me to welcome him with a fucking hug when I don’t want to?

I froze in fear. realizing I had blanked out instead of obeying his fucking command.

"Fine, if you won’t do that, perhaps you’ll do this," he said darkly, pointing to the floor. "Kneel."

I hesitated. "What..."

"Are you fucking deaf?" he scolded harshly, making my knees give way beneath me as I knelt before him.

Fuck, what have I done now? My whole body began to tremble in fear; I didn’t want to be punished.

"Pull my zipper down, and I won’t repeat myself."

Fuck, was he trying to make me his fucking slave?

I nodded fearfully, bringing my shaky hands to his pants and pulling the zipper down slowly.

He pulled down his briefs a little, revealing his hardened cock. I visibly swallowed; no matter how many times I’ve seen it, I’m always mesmerized by the size of it.

"Suck it, and suck it GOOD," he ordered, his voice sending a chill down my spin

I felt my cheeks grow wet; I was surprised that I was actually crying. I have actually sucked dick before, but not in this manner; I did it on my own terms and because I wanted to. But with Razor, I had no choice.

I took in a deep breath before slowly taking his shaft in my palm. I rubbed slightly before bringing it into my mouth slowly because he was damn huge. Fuck, he tasted good. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me with rough urgency. I struggled to keep up, choking as he pushed me to my limits. He threw his head back and groaned loudly as he neared his orgasm.

"Faster," he growled, pulling me closer until I thought I might suffocate. Desperate to please him, I complied, relieved when he finally found release. I tried to pull away, but he forced my head to remain as I struggled to swallow every drop of his salty cum.

"Good pup." He rubbed my head like a pet and I felt a mix of humiliation and arousal wash over me. Despite everything, a part of me craved his approval."Have you learned your lesson?" he smirked, his humiliating words made my cunt pool with burning desire.

"Yes, sir." Like a good pup, I nodded, my body wanting nothing more than for him to fuck me good.

"Good, now let’s go bathe. Stand up," After zipping up, he helped me up before sweeping me off my feet and leading us into the bathroom.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck, frustration already gnawing at my aching core.

He’s always leaving me a fucking needy mess.