Alpha Razor King-Chapter 133: Remember, Please.

**Isabella**

Razor lifted me effortlessly, his lips crashing against mine in a heated kiss. Before I knew it, he had torn off the uniform, leaving me in my underwear. I wrapped my arms around his neck, peppering him with kisses while helping him remove his shirt.

"I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re crying," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

"Please... do it. Make me yours until I’m begging for more," I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.

He groaned again, and carried me to the bed. He tore my panties and unhooked my bra as his mouth explored my body, moving to my breasts, sucking and nibbling. His fingers found their way to my wet cunt, pumping in and out of it. I was shivering in pleasure, my body on fire as his fingers sent me almost over the edge. Each movement made my muscles tighten, the heat building within me until I thought I might explode. My breath came in ragged gasps, my moans filling the room as he worked me over, building the tension within me.

He finally pulled his fingers out, leaving me trembling with need. He then spread my legs over my shoulders, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with an intensity that made my heart. "You better not cum without permission," he commanded, his voice dark and authoritative.

Even without his memories, he still wanted to control my orgasm. The intensity in his eyes and the way he held me captive under his touch reminded me of the man he used to be.

Razor unzipped his pants, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He positioned himself at my entrance, slipping in slowly, making me feel every inch as he filled me. The slow pace was maddening, the pleasure building torturously, driving me nuts with how much I wanted to cum.

"Please.... sir" I begged desperately, feeling my juices slip as he spanked my ass with a hard swat.

"Hold it," he warned coldly. My breaths came in ragged gasps, my body aching for release. After much tearful pleading and moaning, he finally increased his pace. He started thrusting hard and fast, each forceful motion making my body bounce. It felt so good, the intensity of his thrusts overwhelming me.

"Please, please sir, let me cum," I whimpered, afraid of losing control.

"Not yet," he growled, spanking me again, the sting mixing with the pleasure in a way that made me shiver.

The desperation grew with every thrust. My body responded eagerly, each movement bringing me closer to the edge. But I knew better than to disobey him. It had been ingrained in me after he broke me. I was his to love, control, and dominate... my body belonged to and responded to him alone. I held on, waiting for his permission, the tension building inside me almost unbearable.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Cum for me," he commanded, and the words sent me over the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing with the intensity of my release, every muscle trembling as the pleasure washed over me in waves. It felt so fucking good. After so many years, I got to experience the pleasure that only my man could give me.

He held me through it, his grip grounding me as I rode out the storm. When it was over, he pulled me close, his lips brushing against my forehead in a surprisingly tender gesture.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, drawing a blush from me. It felt surreal hearing his symphonic voice praise me. No matter what had happened or what would come, in this moment, I was completely his, and he was mine.

His fingers settled on my face, caressing it gently as his intense eyes bored into mine. He didn’t say anything, just stared into my eyes for some time before getting off the bed and grabbing his clothes.

I sat on the bed, brows arched in confusion. "What are you doing?"

He didn’t reply, just continued putting on his pants.

"Are you leaving?" I asked.

"Yes, I am. I did what you wanted, didn’t I? I fucked you good. So don’t come after me again."

I couldn’t believe this. Even after giving my body to him, he felt this way. I thought we had just shared a moment. Why did he change again?

"Razor, please think well, try harder. You’ll remember me."

"You can spend the night here and leave tomorrow morning. I’ll tell one of the staff to get you some clothes."

"I don’t want that. I just want you to remember." I was already in tears, clutching my heart, but he didn’t budge.

"It was nice," he said coldly before leaving the room.

That was all it took for me to burst into painful sobs. It hurts so fucking much. I’ve tried everything, poured my heart and soul into bringing him back, but he still doesn’t remember me. After all these years of mourning my husband, I finally found him alive, only for him to look at me with confusion, like I’m a stranger. Oh moon goddess, please, I’m begging, give him back his memory.

I was interrupted by the sound of a ringing phone. I glanced at the headboard and saw Razor’s phone. Glancing at the screen, it was that Lara woman. I decided to ignore the call. I couldn’t deal with her right now, not with everything else weighing me down.

Afterwards, I picked up the phone and dialed Cross’s number from memory, relieved when he picked up.

"Hello Cross, it’s me, Isabella..."

"Isabella, thank the moon goddess. We’ve been trying to get through to you, but you didn’t have your phone with you."

"Is there a problem?" I asked, my heart sinking at the thought of more complications.

"My brother’s so-called father has refused to meet us. But we overheard that my brother was coming back tomorrow."

"Send me the address again," I said, determination settling in. "I’ll be going there."