**Isabella**
"Ahh!" I screamed as his palm came crashing down on me, propelling me forward with force.
This jerk was spanking me, and it hurt like hell.
"Ahh, stop, please," I tried to wiggle away, but he caught both of my hands with his free hand and landed a harder smack, drawing a loud cry from me.
I gritted my teeth, not wanting to sob, but the furious smacks continued harder and faster, causing a sniffle to escape.
Wasn't he through? I'd had enough, but the more I struggled to free myself, the harder he spanked. Unable to take it anymore, I burst into loud tears.
"Please, please," I pleaded through tears. "I'm so sorry. Please, I'm sorry, please."
He made no reply, only held me down, and continued spanking my bum mercilessly. At that point, the pain was unbearable. I pleaded for mercy, bucked my back, sobbed aloud, all to no avail.
Was this what life had in store for me? How could I marry a man like this? Nobody had ever spanked me before. Gosh, I'm dead.
"Please, I'll be good, I swear. Please stop, please," I cried and pleaded for mercy until he stopped, still holding me down.
"Will you disobey me again?" he asked.
"No... no," I blubbered out. "No, please."
"No, sir," he corrected, unleashing a hard smack.
"No, sir!" I jumped, feeling the wrath of his anger on my bum.
"Will you lie to me again?" Another smack.
"No... no, sir," I stuttered with tears. "Please..."
"Good." And then, his palm came down mercilessly, raining furious smacks on my ass until I was a blubbering mess.
At this point, my ass was on fire, and I was dying. Gosh! I promised him the world. I'll do anything for him to stop the assault on my ass.
Finally, he stopped, drawing a watery sigh from me.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes, yes...sir," I nodded my head vigorously, praying that the punishment was over at last.
He pulled me up and propelled me to a corner of the wall with a sharp smack, causing me to jump up, fresh tears pooling from my eyes.
"On your knees, Isabella," he ordered. "I want you to think about why you're in that position before I take you home. Understood?"
I got on my knees, facing the wall. "Yes, sir," I replied with sobs.
Again, how will I survive my marriage with Razor? If this was how my life would be from now on, I would be in so much trouble. I propped my head on the wall, wailing miserably.
****
It was already nighttime when we arrived at my house. The cool breeze nibbled on my skin, making the pain in my rear more uncomfortable as I sat beside the jerk responsible for it.
From the corner of my eye, I could see him absorbed in his phone, his lips tightened in a slight frown. He couldn't care less about my pain and discomfort. I hate him!
One of his men opened the car door and Razor got out first. As I got out of the car, I made sure to avert my face from him. I was too ashamed to face him and my face was probably as red as a tomato.
He took slow strides towards me, but I took a step back. "Come here," he pointed to a spot in front of him, but I planted my feet on the ground, ignoring his order. "Before the count of three, Isabella."
The intensity of his words made my anxiety rise, and before I realized it, my legs moved to stand on the spot he was pointing at.
"Good girl," he nodded, his green eyes piercing through me. I looked down, not wanting to face him still. "Look at me."
I met his gaze. I didn't want to get into any more trouble for the night. He held my hand. "I want you to go inside and rest. Tomorrow is going to be a beautiful day." He pulled me close, holding me in his arms.
I froze instantly, feeling my heart pounding heavily. The sweet scent from him assaulted my nose, making me snuggle unconsciously, "That's right. Just relax, okay?" he patted my back.
I swear I wanted to smack his face, but I knew better.
He broke the hug and leaned back. "There's a surprise waiting for you inside. Go." Then, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear in a low tone, "Remember, if your parents try any fucking crap with me, I'll end them."
Shivers ran down my body. I nodded my head miserably.
"A verbal answer, please," he demanded.
"Yes, Razor."
"Good. And don't bother packing your clothes. You won't be needing them, not with this crap you're putting on."
I didn't even have the right to pick my clothes anymore. Just kill me already.
**The Next Day**
I dressed in the wedding gown that Razor had gotten me. This was his surprise from the previous night when I arrived home; the wedding dress had been delivered earlier that afternoon.
It was a vintage ball gown with a sweetheart neckline that was honestly beautiful and quite expensive. Normally, I would have been happy to get married in such a gorgeous dress, but this was a forced marriage.
I wish I hadn't prayed to the Moon goddess for an alpha as a mate. Were all alphas this cruel? No matter how hard I tried to see the positive in this marriage, the pain in my ass kept reminding me that all that was awaiting me was more pain.
"Isa, it's time," my mom stood at my door, with a small smile on her lips. "Cheer up, baby. I'm sure Alpha Razor will take care of you."
Take care of me? By beating my ass? Of course, I couldn't tell my mom that; it was too embarrassing. Plus, his threats kept hanging over my head. Will he harm my parents if we don't go through with this?
Dad, on the other hand, was okay with this marriage. He seemed to think that I needed to be tamed, and Razor would do it. The thing is, no person would tame me, not even the so-called deadly alpha. I'll make sure of that.
By noon, we pulled up at the courthouse, both my parents and me. I caught sight of Razor's man, the one with long blond hair, whom I think was called Dean, quickly approaching us.
"The boss is already here, this way, please," he beckoned us to follow him.
"I hope we didn't keep Alpha waiting long," my father was saying as he followed Dean.
"No," said Dean. "But we would be if we didn't hurry."
And we did just that, quickening our pace until we got to the hall.
As I stepped into the courtroom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. Today, I was getting married to the most cruel and heartless man I have ever met. Yes, he was such a jerk after what he did to me last night.
My heart caught instantly at the sight of him, Razor King. He was dressed to perfection in a black fitted suit, his hair styled back, looking so immaculate and handsome.
If he wasn't such a jerk, I wouldn't have minded this union.
Apart from him, only the judge and some of his men were present.
His eyes locked onto mine. They were cold and calculating. I didn't miss the tightening of his lips as he regarded my dress. It was a sleeveless mermaid wedding gown given to me by my mom. It used to be hers.
My lips slanted into a smirk. That's right, I changed my gown, I wanted to spite him. Who does he think he is telling me how and what to wear? I've always wanted to wear my mom's wedding gown on my special day, so why the hell not?
He was displeased, his forehead twisted in a frown, but he recovered smoothly and stretched his hand out to me. "Come Isabella. You look so beautiful."
I took his hand, my face expressionless, as he led me to stand in front of the judge.
The judge began the ceremony, and I felt a knot form in my stomach. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I spoke my vows, promising to love and cherish the alpha for the rest of my life.
But inside, I was fucking screaming. I didn't want this. I didn't want to be his mate or his wife. I didn't want to be forced into a life that I didn't choose for myself.
And then, it was over. The judge declared us husband and wife, and a heavy weight settled over me. I was now the mate of the most cruel and heartless alpha in Upper Ville. I closed my eyes, trying to hold back tears as I felt the judge seal our marriage.
My heart was in shambles, my head aching with pain.
Razor leaned forward, using his palm to wipe my tears away. "Don't cry, baby," he said softly, smiling down at me. "I'll take care of you."
His lips met mine in a tender kiss, sending my head into overdrive. The softness of his lips, and his minty breath, surprisingly aroused something within me. It was just a brief kiss but still a great one, I must admit.
Maybe he wasn't all bad. Maybe I could enjoy him if anything, just for the physical attributes and pleasure he could give me.
That's what I thought until he leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Now let's go home. First things first, you're going to wish you hadn't defied me and dressed this way."
He leaned back, a cruel smile spread across his face, sending shivers down my spine. My face crumpled instantly as he took my hand.
"Let's go home, wife."
I knew then that my life was going to be a freaking living hell, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was fucked, bound to him for life, and all I could do was pray for a way out. And I will!