Alpha Razor King-Chapter 66: Affection.

**Isabella**

"This is lovely," Felicia beamed after tasting the fresh juice I just made. "You did great."

"Thank you, Felicia. I’ll go give some to my husband," I took some and poured it into a glass. "I hope he likes it."

Felicia smiled, passing a tray to me to place the glass on top. "Alright, Luna, he’s downstairs, in his office."

"Thank you, Felicia." I took the tray and made my way out of the penthouse.

I had no idea why I was doing this, but I just felt like it, especially after our passionate sex inside the bathroom earlier. Thinking about it again made my thighs clench... I guess I was just too excited because he fucked me good.

I got to his office entrance, the two guards at the door bowed their heads slightly. "Welcome, Luna." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Thank you," I replied and even smiled, to my surprise. Months ago, I wouldn’t even bother to reply to them. "Is my husband in there?"

"Yes, Luna. I’ll knock." One of them did just that until Razor’s cold voice echoed from inside.

"What is it?"

"It’s me, Isabella... can I come in?" I held my breath, hoping he wouldn’t send me away.

"Come in."

I released a deep breath before entering the office, tray in hand. I froze in surprise to see that bitch Tara sitting on the couch with both Chris and Dean across from Razor. It looked like I was intruding in some sort, as their eyes settled on me. Especially that bitch; she had a smug look on her face.

Razor’s expression was bland as he raised one brow at me for some sort. "I made some juice for you," I explained shyly, lowering my gaze to the floor.

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds before finally speaking. "Bring it here." He pointed in front of the table.

I walked slowly and gently placed the tray there and made to leave, but he pulled my arm back and made me sit on his legs.

"Did I say you could leave?"

"No... sir," I tried to steady my rapid breathing, faltering under his intense gaze.

"Continue, Dean," he ordered without looking at Dean, his fingers gently brushing away strands of hair from my face.

I felt color creep into my cheeks; I wasn’t even paying attention to what Dean was saying. I was too shy, sitting on top of his body. I didn’t expect him to be affectionate in front of them.

"Alright, that will be all for now... Tara and Chris, you both go check up on the club downtown later tonight."

"Yes, sir," they both chorused together.

"Leave," immediately the words left his mouth, he pulled my face gently to face him and captured my lips in a sweet kiss that lasted forever.

When he finally pulled away, they had all left, leaving just Razor and me.

He took the glass on the tray and raised it up. "Did you make this?"

"Yes, sir..." I watched nervously as he took a sip. Thankfully, he reacted with a little grin.

"I love it; it’s tasty but not as sweet as you, baby."

My cheeks colored instantly at his words, causing him to chuckle at me.

"You’re so sweet, my Isabella," he husked into my ears. "I want you to know... I want to fuck you so hard."

"Ahh," I moaned a little, feeling a twitch under my thighs. I wanted him badly too.

He dropped the glass, and we started kissing each other like wild beasts.

As the passion between us ignited, I felt a rush of desire and need for him. His touch, his kiss, sent shivers down my spine, and I melted into him, losing myself in the moment.

Razor’s hands roamed over my body, igniting every nerve ending with his touch. I felt his hardness pressing against me, and I instinctively moved against him, wanting more, needing more.

"Razor..." I moaned his name, dying for his fucking dick to be inside me.

He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to his desk and laying me down gently. His eyes burned with desire as he looked down at me, his hands roaming over my body, teasing and tantalizing.

"I want you, Isabella," he whispered, his voice rough with desire as he slipped my panties off before proceeding to pull his zipper down.

I gasped as he entered me, the sensation overwhelming and electrifying. Our bodies moved together, each movement bringing us closer to the edge.

"May I please be allowed to cum, sir?" I felt myself teetering on the brink of ecstasy, my body trembling with need.

"You may."

And then, with a cry of release, I shattered, my whole being consumed by pleasure.

Razor followed soon after, his body tensing as he found his release, his face that of pure pleasure.

We stayed there, spent and breathless, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one.

"I fucking love you so much, my Isabella," his eyes bore intensely into mine before he placed a kiss on my forehead.

Again, I was tongue-tied. I couldn’t reply. Did I even love him? I mean, I’ve hated this man for months. Perhaps I was a bit conflicted because he was too damn good at fucking me.

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**Chris**

As Tara and I arrived at the club, I could feel the tension between us. She seemed on edge, and I really didn’t know what to do about it.

"Are you ready?" I asked, getting out of the car.

"I am, let’s just go," she replied dismissively.

"Look, Tara, we need to be extra cautious tonight," I warned. "Any slip-up could have serious consequences. And if we mistakenly miss anything, my alpha will fucking kill me!"

Tara sighed, shaking her head slowly. "Oh, so now he’s your alpha and not mine? I thought you cared about me, Chris."

"What are you talking about, Tara? You betrayed us, you betrayed your alpha!" I retorted, frustration creeping into my voice.

She met my gaze, her lips twisted in a slight frown. "I regretted it, Chris. But now... now he doesn’t love me. He’s in love with that girl."

I sighed, feeling a pang of anger at her. "I thought you were starting to move on, Tara. I thought you were considering me as your second chance mate."

"That’s... look, I tried. But I can’t forget Razor. I love him so much... I can’t accept you, Chris," she admitted, her voice filled with pain.

I nodded bitterly. "That’s fine, Tara. I understand." I muttered under my breath. I mean, it’s not as if we can be together. My alpha will fucking kill me if he finds out I was messing with his ex-mate.

Suddenly, Tara grabbed my arm, desperation in her eyes. "Please, Chris, help me. Help me get rid of Isabella."

I was taken aback by her plea. "Are you out of your mind, Tara?"

"Yes, I am," she yelled, frustration evident in her voice. "If you don’t help me, I’ll find a way to do it myself."