Passion.

**Isabella**

"What?" My eyes shot open instantly, worried lines etched across my forehead.

He arched a brow at me as if daring me to disobey his orders.

I hurried and obeyed, dropping to my knees. What the heck is going on? I've never knelt in front of anyone before. Was he trying to enslave me?

"Now crawl over." He pointed in front of him.

My lips slanted in contempt, tears streaming down my face at the absurdity of his orders, but I had no choice, did I? He owned me now, and I was in his control. I placed both hands on the floor as I willed my aching body to crawl over to where he was sitting.

He leaned forward and placed his hand below my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"Good girl," he husked as he traced patterns on my face, using his fingertips to wipe my tears. "Just like that. Be very obedient, and we'll have no problems at all. Now, why don't you get up and undress, and I mean everything."

He leaned back and raised his brow to assess my features if I was ready to comply with his orders.

I got up from the floor slowly, feeling my heart begin to race violently. What is he planning on doing to me again? It was not the first time undressing in front of a man, but it was the first time doing it in this fashion. A feeling of vulnerability swept through me... he made me feel so small and subpar.

My fingers trembled visibly as I pulled the dress over my head, dropping it on the floor. I was left in my red lace set of lingerie. I swallowed visibly as my fingers went to my bra, unhooking it. The bra came off and landed on the floor. My cheeks heated as I saw his eyes settle on my breasts, and my arm instinctively went up to cover them.

"Drop them." Simple and curt!

I drew a frustrated sigh as my hand fell away and went to the last covering on my body. I can't do this! I pricked at my fingers, finding the floor attractive.

"One."

What the heck! He can't be serious right now!

I quickly slipped my panties down before straightening up. I wanted to cover myself, but one look at him told me otherwise. Heat crept up my face as his eyes devoured the intimate part of my body. I averted my face, unable to hold his gaze.

He got up and stood in front of me."Beautiful, gorgeous," his lips twisted in a smirk. He took my arms and placed them in front of his shirt. "Unbutton them."

I swallowed hard as my fingers fumbled but managed to unbutton the shirt as it fell to the floor. My mouth fell open in a gasp as I beheld his broad chest and robust muscular arms, which were covered in tattoos. Gosh, he was so fucking attractive, and I hated it.

He pulled me towards him with such force that my breasts collided with his hardened chest, sending chills down my spine. A wave of passion consumed me as his lips crashed into mine, an intricate dance of tongues ensued, his kiss practically taking my breath away. His deep kisses were electrifying, making my head spin in ecstasy. His fingers ran down the curve of my spine, adding fuel to the fire that he had already ignited inside me.

He picked me up effortlessly and carried me to bed. A loud gasp escaped my lips when my sore bottom connected with the bed, and I tried to get up, but he pushed me down with his weight, causing a whine to escape my lips.

"You'll stay in position and take it," his words, stern and final, left no room for argument or negotiation.

I whimpered miserably, my heart pounding in my ears, and I couldn't even think straight under his voracious kisses.

Suddenly, his face was buried between the warm and inviting valley of my breasts. His lips passionately kissed and savored every inch of them, making my body arch in response.

"Beautiful, so fucking hot," he latched onto my nipple with his teeth, causing me to moan aloud, letting out incoherent words as he fiddled with it.

"I know you are no virgin. How many guys have you fucked?" he asked, teeth still on my nipple.

"Ah ahh.." How was I supposed to reply with what he was doing to me?

He raised my leg and smacked my rear end hard, causing a groan, which sounded funny by the way, to leave my lips.

"Ah... two... just two."

"Two?" his lips found their way to my neck now as he nibbled on my skin. I knew he was marking me."I swear, I better not ever see those two bastards, or I'll kill them," he rasped, inserting two fingers inside me, and I let out a loud moan as he worked his way through my flesh, making me pant breathlessly.

"So wet for me. You're mine, Isabella, and any man I see gawking at you, I'll gouge out their eyes and feed them to the dogs."

His every fucking move made me feel alive, adoring him for every touch and word.

He stopped and met my gaze. I tried to look away, but he held my face and forced me to face his intense stare. "And I better not find you with any stupid bastard. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Razor."

"It's 'yes, sir' in my bed."

"Yes, sir," my lips faltered, still fuzzy and aching with need.

Without warning, his dick brushed my core, sending ripples of pleasure through me.

My eyes flew downwards, widening like a saucer. Ohh fuck, he was huge, his impressive size took me by surprise.

As our bodies entwined, he wasted no time before plunging deep inside me, causing a surge of pleasure to course through me. My inner muscles instinctively clenched around his shaft, gripping him tightly, a feeling of delicious fullness enveloping me.

His thrusts caused my eyes to roll inside my head. My whole body and my breasts bounced with each thrust as he pounded into me relentlessly, my aching bottom brushing against the hard sheet. This brought tears to my eyes, but I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure... probably pleasure. Razor was driving me insane.

He stopped and lifted my legs, giving him more access to my core as he thrust into me, this time hard and slow, making sure to hit that spot. I moaned and moaned, gosh, I was on cloud nine... It felt amazing. The best sex ever.

"Ah, please, I'm cumming," I moaned at the sweet sensation as I almost reached my climax. However, that moment of pleasure was cut short. And then thwack! Razor smacked my ass hard.

He pulled out, causing a whine to escape my lips. "Who said you were allowed to? Not tonight, baby girl. You'll only cum when I allow you to."

His intense gaze held me captive, and his words froze me in my tracks.

Is he fucking crazy? He can't be serious about wanting to control my orgasm.

"And if you mistakenly cum without permission, I'll punish you."

My eyes misted with tears as he plunged back into me and brought me close to climax over and over again until I was a whimpering mess.

"Please, sir, please," I begged over and over again to let me cum, but each time I was close, he withdrew mercilessly, leaving me a quivering and needy mess.

"You'll learn to never disobey me," he groaned as he pounded me harder and faster. At this point, my core was so sensitive and unable to get any more sensation.

"Please, I can't hold it off," I cried, not wanting to be punished. "Please, ahh!"

"You had better not," he rasped, and thankfully, at that point, he released inside me and withdrew shortly, leaving me empty and a wet and needy mess.

My whole body arched from pain and need, and I could tell my face must be flushed and puffy from frustration and shame.

Razor patted my cheeks twice. "I know you're frustrated and needy, but you deserved it. Next time, don't mess with me, Isabella. This is just the beginning, and believe me, I'm capable of more. You don't want to know."

My heart raced at his threats and their intensity. So, this is my life now? I had no say in anything whatsoever. First, my dress, and now I needed permission to have a freaking orgasm! I can't take it. There must be a way out, and I swear I'll escape. I won't live under the subjugation of a ruthless brute like Razor, never!

"It's time for a shower. Come on, let's go," he said as he got out of bed.

"You can go first," I turned my face away from him, not wanting to see his stupid face.

"I'm not asking, I'm telling."

I sighed, stretching my legs as I got down from the bed.

I wasn't even allowed to refuse him?

As soon as I stepped down from the bed, he picked me up bridal style and carried me to the glass-door bathroom.