JUDGE

ALEXA RILEY

Contents

Judge

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

Epilogue

Flight Risk

Chapter 1

Stalk the Author

Judge

BY ALEXA RILEY

Nora Vaughn is living on the streets and trying to keep under the radar. Luck is on her side one day when the hot stranger she’s been watching drops his keycard and she’s able to get into a safe place. What she doesn’t expect is for him to find her naked in the shower and demanding she repay what she’s stolen.

Smith Prescott is a well-known judge who has worked his entire life to build a reputation. But one look at the young woman in front of him and he’s willing to throw it all away to have her. She’s forcing his hand and his iron will to do the things he’s sworn against. But what’s the point of having all this power if he can’t use it to have her?

Warning: This is quick and dirty and dripping with filth. If you love our books Coach, Mechanic, Thief, and Kingpin, then this one will give you all the feels you’re after. Enjoy some quality time in the judge’s chambers.

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There’s none of that fucking shit here.

Prologue

NORA

I sit at the dining room table staring at the plate of breakfast Sasha threw down in front of me. It’s been five minutes and I still have my hands folded in my lap.

“Are you going to eat?” she snaps at me, and I look up from the scrambled eggs and bacon to her.

She stares at me with that same sour face she’s had from the moment she met me. The woman can’t stand me and I have no idea why. I’ve tried being nice, but it never works. Now I do my best to not engage with her. She puts me on edge, but everything about being here puts me on edge. From the moment I crossed the threshold into this home it’s been that way.

Her hands rest on her trim waist as her bright blue eyes stare hard at me. You would think I’ve done something to her, but I’ve barely said a handful of words to the woman, and those were only in attempt to be nice. I try and stay out of her way, but I swear she seeks me out only to poke at me. There’s no winning with her. I don’t understand how she can be so pretty on the outside but mean on the inside. Sasha’s got long legs she’s always showing off in short skirts and her hair and makeup are flawless. Someone might mistake her for a model and not my uncle’s assistant. Though from the sounds I’ve heard when the two of them are alone, I don’t think she’s just his assistant. He keeps that behind closed doors so that no one knows she’s his dirty secret. I don’t understand any of it.

“I’m supposed to wait,” I remind her, but she already knows it.

I have to wait for my uncle to come to the table, but like always he’s late. This isn't surprising. He’s my father’s brother after all, and they’re more alike than I thought they would be. I would swear they were twins if I didn't know better. They’re both the same except my father never made me feel uneasy around him. The same could not be said about my Uncle Harry.

I never saw my uncle before my father died because they didn't much care for each other. Both were competitive—so much so that my Uncle Harry moved across the country so that he and my father would never come face to face in a courtroom.

Sasha makes an annoyed sound at my response. “He doesn't have time to have breakfast with you every morning. He’s a busy man,” she snaps at me again.

I don’t want to have breakfast with him, but he makes me, along with dinner, too. On rare lucky occasions I get out of dinners, but I think it’s because he has a date or is working late. I don’t know why he’s so set on eating together. My father barely shared meals with me, so I was used to eating alone. I used to hate that but now I wish I could go back to it.

I don’t respond to her and go back to staring at my plate. When I hear her heels click across the floor I let out a happy sigh that she’s gone. I’m also thankful that was all she had to say this morning. She can be extra nasty when my uncle isn't around. Though if I had to choose, I’d rather her be here when he is. He’s not as handsy when she’s nearby.

I’m sure she’ll be back soon enough. I swear that woman can pop out of nowhere at any time. I wish he’d get here already so we can eat and get this over with. It’s not like I have anything to get to, but I know he’ll leave and I’ll have the place to myself. Except for the random people who come and go to do things around the house, I’m left alone. I’m trapped in a home I’m not allowed to leave unless my uncle calls for me or comes to get me himself. I only go where ever it is he wants me to. I’d rather stare at paint drying then spend another night out with him at one of his events. Especially after the last one. I touch my arm where I can still feel the bruise.

I quickly drop my hand when I hear his familiar footsteps coming down the long hallway. I sit up straighter and my whole body stills when he reaches me. He comes over and leans down next to me as his mouth presses against my cheek. It lingers there too long and my stomach tightens.

“Morning, Nora,” he says against my ear. His hot breath crawls against my skin as his hand comes down on my shoulder in a hard hold. It feels like a reminder that I belong to him and he holds all the power in my life.

It takes everything in me not to jerk back from his touch. He won’t like it and I won’t like whatever his response might be. Sometimes he can be nice, but other times his temper has no control. The fine line of his moods always keeps my anxiety high.

“Morning, Uncle Harry,” I respond. The hand on my shoulder slides over to my neck where he rubs small circles.

“Your skin is so soft. I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

“Thank you,” I force myself to say. I never know how to respond to the things that feel too intimate for an uncle to say to his niece.

“I wonder if you’re like that everywhere,” he says, sounding a little out of breath. It’s so low I’m sure he’s talking to himself and not me.

I clench my hands that are resting in my lap, knowing his behavior and words are wrong. I swallow the bile that wants to rise in my throat and wonder how I’m going to eat my food.

“It’s your birthday,” he says as he takes a seat at the end of the table.

I nod in disappointment because I’d hoped he forgotten. I look at the man I’ve been living with for the past year. He’s isolated me from the world as much as possible since my father died and I had to move from New York to California.

He reaches out, resting his hand on the table palm up and I know he wants me to take it. I reluctantly release my clenched fingers in my lap to do what he wants. He closes his hand around mine in a tight hold and I try to mask my cringe.

“Things are going to change. It’s time for you to step into your role.”

“What do you mean?” I ask as I try to voice what I’d like to do now that I’m eighteen. “I’d still like to go to college after I’m finished with my last year.”

I was forced to homeschool for a few weeks when I got to California, but the state told my uncle that couldn’t continue. They said I had to be put back into high school since my father had specifically said so in his will and I only had a few classes left in order to finish. There was no need to homeschool at this point, but my uncle kept protesting it. He didn’t have as much power as he thought he did and money didn’t buy it.

At the end of the day, a judge had the final say.

I’m happy with the decision to be in school but not with starting a new school halfway through my senior year. At least I get out of this house for a couple days a week since I’m only part time.

“We've talked about this, Nora. If you want to continue your education after you graduate, then you can do it online.” He takes a bite of his breakfast. “When you’re not busy working for me.” He glances over at me and I’m pretty sure my face is completely blank. “I think it’s time you earn your keep around here.” His eyes roam over me and I’m instantly creeped out again.

As if he actually needs me to earn my keep. When my father died I was almost seventeen. He left me everything, but it was decided by my uncle that I would get monthly checks from my inheritance. The trust is set that way until I’m twenty-three or married. I have no idea what my father would have wanted for me. Maybe he would have wanted me to be some trophy wife like so many of the other women I saw with him over the years. But he could have wanted me to go to college and get an education like he did. Our relationship was never deep and he was beyond a workaholic. I guess he’d want me to go to college because of how he put me in private school and made that stipulation in his will.

If it was up to me, I would be out of here, leaving all this behind. I want to start a new life of my own away from here. The isolation of the last year has left me without knowing where to begin. Anyone I knew before lives across the country and hasn’t spoken to me since I left. My uncle cut off my phone and took my laptop. He told me it would be good for me to start fresh. I’m in a penthouse prison and could be easily forgotten after I’m done with school.

“You’ll be my assistant.”

“But you have Sasha,” I remind him. I try and stay as far away as I can from both of them. The idea of working with him makes me think I would be forever imprisoned.

“Trust me. I’ll have a use for you, too.” The air in my lungs freezes for a moment. “Hurry up and eat. I’ll take you with me to the office today.”

I do as I’m told because what choice do I have? It’s Monday and I go to school on Tuesdays and Thursdays since I only have two classes left. The time I’m at school isn’t much help in making friends. Everyone is already in their cliques and I’m not sure anyone notices me. At least I’ll get out of the house today. Maybe I can start to think of a plan to get away from my uncle, too. More than anything I’d like to get a look at my father’s will. I was never allowed to read over it, so maybe it will give me some kind of information on my mother.

After I choke down a few bites of my breakfast I stand up to go change. Harry reaches out quickly and grabs my wrist.

“Wear something pretty. I’m going to take you out to dinner tonight after work.” l nod and after a moment he releases his tight hold on me. “And Nora.” I stop but don’t turn around to look at him. “Remember if anyone asks, you’re not my niece.”

He repeats the same thing he’s been saying to me since I’ve come to stay with him. I nod silently again and go to my bedroom to get ready.

When I’m all set I go to the entryway to wait for Harry so that we can go to his office. At least I think that’s where we’ll go. It bounces around in my head how he always pretends in public that I’m not his niece. The only person I think actually knows is Sasha.

I hear her moan from the other room and I know they’re having sex. She’s always so loud. I wonder if she does it on purpose or if that’s how women sound when they’re having sex. The thought of Harry and sex makes me want to gag. Apparently it doesn’t for Sasha because it’s easy to tell she wants him. I don’t understand why. He’s always rude and dismissive of her. I don’t think she’d be happy if she knew about the other women that come in late at night. My uncle doesn’t hide them from me. I’m pretty sure he was getting it on with the tutor he hired for me for those first few weeks.

I find it hard to wrap my mind around having so many lovers. The act of sex to me seems intimate and close, or maybe I only feel that way because no one has ever looked at me with lust in their eyes except him and that makes me feel gross.

My father never had women like that around. They all seemed to be people he worked with for the most part, but what do I know? Sometimes when I think back on losing him, I wonder if not being close was a blessing. It made losing him not so painful. It still hurt, but I know it could’ve been worse. I knew he loved me. I just don’t think he ever planned on children. I don’t know who my mother is, and for all I know she could be dead, too. I brought up the subject once to my uncle thinking it might be easier for him to tell me about her, but he shut me down as fast as my father.

Finally the moaning stops and a few minutes later Sasha comes out with a smirk that is directed at me. She walks past me with a smug look and I don’t understand why she’s threatened by my presence. I’m his niece, for god's sake.

“He’ll always be mine,” she says slowly.

I stare at her in confusion. Why would I care if they are together? In all honesty, I feel sorry for her. Why would she want to be with a man like him? He uses her and tosses her away until he needs her again. That’s something I’d never want, but maybe that’s how relationships work and I’m living in a fairy tale. l read too many romance novels, but I’ll take that over her reality any day of the week.

I stand up when I hear my uncle’s footsteps. I don’t want to test his easily wavering temperament.

When he took me out to dinner a few nights ago he chose what I was going to wear. I thought it was a little too showy for my taste, but he demanded I wear it and I wasn’t willing to have a fight with him about it. It wasn’t long into the dinner when he’d flipped and pulled me from my chair by my arm accusing me of being a whore and flirting with his client. The only thing I said to his client was that it was nice to meet him. My uncle was livid the whole way back home before he locked me in my bedroom.

I thought I dreamed it when I woke up the next morning, but the bruise was there on my arm as evidence. That hadn’t been the worst of it. I could have sworn I heard him with another woman that night having sex, but he was calling her by my name. I keep telling myself maybe she just had the same name as me, but my gut is telling me otherwise.

“Time to go,” Harry tells me as he comes around the corner. His eyes rake over me slowly and I feel a fear stirring in my gut.

He’s right. It is time to go.

Chapter One

NORA

A few weeks later…

I let the warm water run down my body as I try to get the chill that’s settled into my bones to go away. Even with the cold weather, this has been the best I’ve felt in days. It’s a moment of safety where I know I’m alone and can let my guard down. I know I need to get going or I’ll get caught and lose my favorite part of the day. Okay, my second-favorite part of the day.

The first is seeing the mystery man who comes in here not long after I leave. I’ve taken up residence across the street on the bench wondering the same thing for the last two weeks. What the hell am I going to do? Freedom isn’t as wonderful as I thought it was going to be.

I knew I lived a sheltered life and have had everything handed to me. At least the basic things like food, a place to rest my head at night, clothes to wear, and a place to shower. You never notice the small things around you that you rely on until they’re gone. But even now it’s worth the price I’ve paid.

A shiver runs down my spine when I think about the night I finally made a run for it. I can still feel his hands grabbing me, trying to press his mouth against mine as I’d fought him off. I’d gotten lucky because I was no match for his strength. He’s a small man, but I’m even smaller. The only reason I got away is because his phone went off. It was the one he used for his exclusive clients. He was at their beck and call night and day. He told me he’d be back and that I needed to get it together. That I had to accept what was to come and I should make it easier on myself.

I knew that I would never give in to what he wanted and I packed a bag and ran. I’m still running, though I’m not sure I can call it running if I’m not going anywhere. I’m still in the same city because I have no place to go. I reached out to the one person I thought was supposed to help and that didn’t work. I still can’t believe Harry told the man who oversees the stipulations of my father’s will that I’d been acting out. He said I’d been stealing and then throwing myself at him a few times to try and cause a scandal. He claimed I attacked him when he denied my advances and showed him the marks.

Those were the marks I’d left on him when I was trying to fight him off. My uncle even went as far as making a report of the attack to the police and listed items he claimed I’d taken from him. Not only is he looking for me, but the police are, too. I’ve been advised that if I go home Harry will drop the charges and he’ll get me the “help I need.” I hung up the phone.

He made sure it wouldn't be easy for me to get away from him. What I once thought was him being overprotective is clearly something else. I don’t have a dime to my name at this point, and I know I’ve got money. I’m a rich homeless person and the thought is almost laughable.

I’m scared to apply for a job because I’m afraid they’ll do some kind of background check. What if it alerts the police to where I am? I have no idea what to do or where to go. I’ll likely spend another day sitting on this bench watching people walk by. Waiting for him to pass by. Maybe today I will follow him when he leaves. The dark-haired man in the suit carries himself without a care in the world. He looks untouchable.

I watch as people step out of his way because they can feel the power like I do. I should be running, but each day I watch him enter into the gym right after I sneak out.

I’d lucked out on my third day on the streets alone. I was walking past the gym and he caught my attention. He dropped his key and if I hadn’t been watching him, I would have missed it. He went to put it into his pocket after he scanned himself in, but he misjudged and it fell on the ground. He didn’t catch it because his cell phone was pressed to his ear as he entered the building. When I picked it up, I ran over to tell him, but he slipped inside before I could stop him. I’d picked up the key and knew I’d found my safe haven. For now at least. I’ll use this place for as long as I can. I’ve slept here a few times, but I’m always scared I won’t wake up in time to leave and get caught. Sleep isn’t a luxury I can afford, and right now I want to slide down the wall and drift off for days, but I can’t.

With the key comes guilt because now I’m breaking the law. These are real charges that could be brought against me. Breaking and entering isn’t the only thing I’ve done in here. I stole PowerBars and water from the gym’s front desk, but I made a list of everything hoping to one day be able to pay this place back. The man in the suit has no idea what he did for me the day he dropped his key. He was helping me survive.

I flip off the water knowing I need to get going. I’ve been in here too long already.

When I turn around to grab my towel I freeze and all the blood rushes to my ears. As if my mind conjured him, there he stands not five feet from me. He’s standing outside the huge gym shower that’s big enough for ten people.

His eyes travel down my body and back up. For the first time in my life I wonder what a man thinks of me even as I feel embarrassment flare over every inch. No one has seen me naked since I was a baby, and even then it would have been my nanny.

“I…I,” I try to form words, but nothing comes out. He keeps on standing there, not saying anything. Maybe he’s as shocked as I am. “I’m sorry. I was just leaving,” I finally get out of my mouth as I scramble for the towel hanging on the hook. I wrap it around me as tight as I can and feel my cheeks burn with shame.

“I’ve been looking for you,” he says as he cocks his head to the side. “You’re the little thief around here.”

Panic hits me and I try to rush past him, but he grabs my arm. It’s not hard, but I know I can’t break the hold. I look up at him and he’s even bigger than I thought he was. He fills out every inch of his custom suit. Not like my uncle who has to have everything tailored smaller to fit him. What I thought were dark blue eyes from a distance are now as hard as ice. There’s no warmth behind them even if my body is starting to heat more than when I was under the running water.

I want to defend myself and tell him I’m not a thief, but I’d be lying. I don’t need to add to my growing list of wrongs. The same man I’ve been having wild fantasies about is the one to catch me. I’ve been making up little stories about the two of us to fill my day. I’ve wondered what he’s doing and where he’s going. I’ve thought about his life and if he belongs to someone. Then I doubt myself and decide he’s probably like my uncle and belongs to a lot of women. That thought always makes my chest ache.

“Please let me go and I swear I’ll never come back. You’ll never see me again.” I try to jerk against his hold, but he doesn’t release me.

“How old are you?” he asks as I watch his tongue come out and lick his bottom lip. For some reason I mimic the action and his jaw tightens. His face is clean shaven and I miss the scruff it carries when he comes back to the gym at night. He comes twice a day, but even just once a day sounds miserable.

“Eighteen,” I reply, and I’m not sure if he likes my answer.

What I do know is that it makes me an adult. Meaning there won’t be a slap on the wrist for my petty theft. I swallow when I think about my uncle. He’d get me off, but I’d rather sit in a jail cell than go back to the life he has planned for me. One that I know is illegal but doesn’t stop him. I have a feeling nothing will and that’s why he can’t find me.

“Please. Let me go,” I try again as fear climbs up my throat.

“You’re homeless.” His eyes flick over to my bag, but I think he knew that before he looked over at it. Maybe he noticed me watching him. I bite my lip and nod. “Don’t you think it would be better to come with me then? Girls like you aren’t safe running around on the streets.”

He glances down at my towel and I do the same, seeing it’s slipped some from when I put it on. Only a bit lower and he’d see all of my breast. Not that it matters because he already got a full view. Who knows how long he’d been standing there before I turned around.

When his eyes come back to mine, I know he isn’t going to let me go. Unlike my uncle, though, I don’t feel fear. Desire curls up my stomach for all the wrong reasons and I can’t control myself. I need to because he can’t possibly want me. I’m a runaway who breaks into places and steals stuff. He’s a solid wall of man with money and power.

“We’re going down to the courthouse. Get dressed,” he grits out.

He’s reluctant to let me go, but he does. I jump away from him and do as he says. I’m digging through my bag, but I feel his eyes burn through the fluffy white cotton of my towel and suddenly I’m slippery between my legs.

If someone saw my clothes they would never think I’m homeless. I’m sure over time they’ll become more worn down, but for now I have a bag of some decent things I packed thinking I’d need work clothes. I slip a dress over my head first, not bothering with a bra or panties.

I take a glance at the man I thought saved me that day when he’d dropped the key and I realize he’s about to throw me to the wolves. I slip on my flats and shoulder by bag and then do the only thing I can.

I run.

Chapter Two

SMITH

“Not so fast.” I grab her bag by the strap and she comes to a halt as she tries to yank it out of my hand. She could abandon it, but if she’s like other people who are homeless, her life is in here. I take her upper arm and hold her close to me as we walk out of the showers and to the front of the gym. When I’d lost my key I’d asked the owners who I personally knew to check the cameras out front to see if I’d dropped it after I used it. I couldn’t find it anywhere else. They’d confirmed what I’d thought. Telling me a young girl had picked it up.

My grip on her isn’t tight, but as big as my hand is it can wrap all the way around her so she can’t get away. Her dark blonde hair is soaking wet and drips down onto my suit. The smell of the shampoo the gym uses hits my nose and I don’t like it on her. It’s a manly smell and she looks like strawberries and cream.

I’ve been watching her for a few days now and biding my time. I knew she was young, but I’m happy to hear that’s she’s legal. The way I was watching her in the shower long before she ever saw me could get me disbarred. I’ve been a judge for a long time and I’ve followed every letter of the law for my entire career. But I’ve never been so tempted to own a little slip of silk and use it for my release.

“You can’t do this, please. He’ll find me.” When we walk out into the cold air, I feel her body shiver. She’s still soaking wet and her dress clings to her in places, making it see-through.

“Fuck,” I curse as I look down at her pink nipples soaked against the material. “Do you have a baby?” I ask as I push her against the outside door of the building to cage her in and keep her from running again.

“What? A baby, no. Why would you ask me that? I’m only eighteen.”

I shrug as I pull off my suit jacket and put it on her. “Your nipples are wet. I wasn’t sure if it was milk.” Her face blanches at the same time her cheeks burn. “And you’re old enough to get pregnant. I’ve seen how ripe you are.”

I stare down at her for a long time and slide my finger along the neckline before I pull it out and peek down into the valley between her tits.

“What are you doing?” Her voice is a whisper, but I hear it.

“Just getting another look.” I let the material go and pull my coat tight around her before I take her upper arm again and begin walking.

The car I called for before I followed her in is waiting by the curb. I open up the back and give the driver directions as I put her inside and get in after her.

“If he finds me then I’m done for. I probably won’t ever get a chance to escape again.” She looks down my body and licks her lips. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just name it.”

“Are you offering to suck my dick so I’ll let you go?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I-I, um…”

I lean close and take her chin gently between my thumb and forefinger. “Why would I let you go after I’ve had this mouth wrapped around my cock?” Her mouth closes and she stares at me but doesn’t say anything.

The drive to the courthouse doesn’t take long, and when we get there she tries again to make a run for it. I put my arm around her waist and practically carry her into the building and into my chambers. When I walk into my office, I’m thankful my secretary isn’t there yet. I don’t need to explain what’s happening. I kick the door closed behind me before I bolt it shut and release her.

“Sit,” I order, pointing to the chair, and she looks at me defiantly, raising her chin proudly.

“No.” She crosses her arms over her chest, but my jacket is so big the sleeves flop around and undo her brave facade.

I reach out and take my jacket by the lapels and peel it off her so she’s standing there in only her dress.

“Sit down now before I make you get on your knees and earn your way out of this room.”

She opens her mouth to say something back but sees the look in my eyes and thinks better of it. I wait as she walks around to the chair and slowly lowers herself into it.

Letting out a sigh and at the same time trying to get my dark urges under control, I hang my jacket up and walk over to my desk and take a seat behind it. I need as much distance as I can handle between her and me right now. I’m too on edge and I’ve got to take a breath. She makes me do and say things I never have before. I might be the one in control of what we are saying, but I’m pretty sure she has me by the fucking balls.

“You’re Nora Vaughn,” I say, and she gasps.

“How do you know who I am? Oh god, did Uncle Harry send you to find me?”

“No,” I say and tap the thick folder in front of me. “Your case came across my desk a week ago. Then shortly after I just so happened to spot you outside my gym every day at the same time. You always had wet hair.”

She reaches up instinctively now and touches the damp locks. “Okay, fine. You caught me and you’re not with my uncle. Are you going to call the damn cops or what?”

I lean back in my chair and hold out my hands palms up. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re in my chambers. I’m a judge, little girl, and the last thing you should be worried about is the cops. I’m Smith Prescott and I’m the one person you should watch your mouth around.”

Her moment of bravery is dissolving and in its place is the shy girl from the shower. One again she licks those ripe lips and I can’t control the throb in my cock. Every time I put pressure on her I watch her mouth water.

“What should I be worried about then?” She looks up at me through her lashes and I have to reach down under my desk and stroke myself over my slacks. I need some kind of release. I’ve never been so hard in my life. Where this sudden uncontrollable lust has come from, I have no fucking clue. I wasn’t even this hard up when I was in high school.

“Me,” I say, and my voice is thick with need. “I’m the end all, be all when it comes to your future. I’ve got your whole file saying that your uncle is in charge so you can’t have your inheritance and you’re supposed to be in school.”

“I can’t go back to him—”

I raise my hand, cutting her off. There’s no way this kitten is getting away from me. “I think we can come to an agreement,” I say, and this time it’s my turn to lick my lips. “You’ll be under my care and supervision until I deem you ready to either go back to your uncle or take your monthly draw and go out on your own.”

Her brows furrow as she thinks this over. “Why would I agree to this? How do I know I’m not jumping from one monster’s home to another?”

The way she talks about her uncle has the hair on the back of my neck rising. I make a mental note to have him investigated to see what the circumstances of her running away were.

“That’s simple, Nora,” I say as I run my hand up and down the hard length in my pants. “I won’t ask you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“How can I trust you?”

“You can’t,” I say simply and shrug.

I stand up from behind the desk and my prominent erection is on full display. She gasps and puts her hand over her mouth as I walk around to the front of my desk and sit on the edge of it.

“I’ll start small just to prove my point,” I say as I cross my arms over my chest. “I want you to spread your legs over the arms of the chair and pull your dress up so I can look at your pussy.”

She tucks her chin so I can’t see her eyes, but her face is red to her hairline.

“Don’t be shy, Nora. We both know I saw everything earlier.” I lean in a little and whisper. “And you know I was watching the whole time.”

“That’s different, I didn’t know you were there.”

“I’m asking you to do something you’ve already done, and I bet if you let me take a look down there, I’ll see that you really do want me to look at it.”

She licks her lips and I see her take a breath as she plays with the hem of her dress. I wait in silence as she slowly begins to move. It feels like hours, but it might only be minutes as she raises one leg over the arm of the chair and finally does the other. Her pussy is still covered with the material of her dress but she’s gripping it tight with both hands.

“You can take all the time you want but I’m a patient man. I’ve also got enough power to keep you in here for as long as I want. Now show it to me.”

Slowly she raises the material to reveal her pink pussy with her lips spread and everything on display. It’s obscene and in complete contrast to how fucking innocent she looks.

“God damn,” I choke out as my mouth waters and my hand shakes. I wipe it down my face, not believing what I’m seeing. “So fucking pretty.” My voice is low, but I’m in control no matter what my shaking hands say. “I’ve never seen a pussy so pink before.” I lick my lips and inhale, praying I can catch a faint scent. “Stay just like that.”

I push away from the edge of the desk and instead of going closer to her I go back around to the other side and take a seat. I unbuckle my belt and slip my hand inside my slacks as I lean back and stroke my cock.

“Don’t you dare put those legs down. I want to see every inch of you while I cum.”

I bring my palm to my mouth and run my tongue down it before I wrap it around my length and start jerking my cock hard and fast. I can feel sweat bead on my forehead and my free hand grips the arm of my chair so I don’t get up and run over to her.

“Oh god,” she gasps, her eyes wide with shock and a trace of excitement.

My arm is burning as I go up and down faster with each stroke. Her lips glisten as she takes in the sight of me jerking off in front of her, and a drop of clear pussy juice runs out of her and down her ass.

“Fuck!” I bark, cumming quickly all over my hand and making a fucking mess. I don’t take my eyes off her as I push through the pain and pleasure of my excitement and need for her.

My heart is beating out of my chest and my head is dizzy, but I let go of my cock and try to catch my breath.

“Jesus,” she whispers, and I see her eyes are wider now than they were before.

I grab a couple of tissues off my desk and clean myself up, all the while keeping my eyes on her. “Put your fucking legs down,” I growl, mad at myself and mad at her for having such treasure between her thighs.

She hesitates before she lowers her dress and puts her legs together. I think it’s then she realizes she wasn’t trying to cover herself when I was jerking off but holding it higher and higher with every stroke.

“Now,” I say as I tuck my cock back into my slacks. All that work for zero relief. “Let’s work out the terms of you staying with me.”

Chapter Three

NORA

I clench my thighs together trying to listen to what he’s saying, but all I can focus on is the throb between my legs. It’s the sweetest pain I’ve ever known. I want to touch myself so badly, but I fight it.

“Are you listening to me, kitten?” Smith’s hard words jolt me back to him.

I lick my dry lips from all the panting I was doing. His face is stern and he’s concentrating. The glimpse of pleasure I saw on his face when he came is gone. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I want to watch it again. I want to make him to do that again because of what he sees when he looks at me.

I nod so he knows I’m listening, but really my mind is trying to play catch up on the last hour of my life. What the hell is happening?

“I don’t think you are.” He gets up and looks down at me. “Stay,” he commands as he marches from his office. I don’t turn to look when I hear his door slam, but I know he’s gone. The power that surrounds him leaves the room with him.

Before I can think about what I’m doing, I slip my hand between my thighs, needing my own release. I tell myself I have to do this or I won’t be able to focus or think straight. I’ve tried to touch myself before. I’ve thought about what it would be like to have a boy touch me while I did it, but I could never get there or even close. I couldn’t even get myself wet, but now my thighs are coated with need, showing me I wanted everything he did.

Maybe that’s the problem. I’ve been thinking about soft caresses. Not a dominant force taking what they wanted. Smith didn’t take anything from me. He stepped away from me and pleasured himself as I watched. It makes me wonder what it would feel like if I got to wrap my small hand around him or even my mouth as he’d said in the car. His crude comments took me by surprise. My whole body tingled at his words.

I close my eyes and this time I think about what he would’ve done if he took my hand and put it around his cock. I conjure an image in my mind of him grabbing my wrist and guiding me up and down. His deep voice commanding that I get him off exactly how he wants me to.

My fingers brush my soaked clit and my whole body jerks at the light touch. I’m so ready for release that I choke out a moan, trying desperately to remain silent. My mind goes to him grabbing me by my wet hair and forcing me forward. I can see his other hand on my jaw making my mouth open wide as he thrusts into it and I taste him.

I cum as the fantasy plays out and my eyes close tighter. As my first orgasm rolls through my body I’m shocked at the pleasure. It’s unlike anything I knew existed in this world and it takes a hold of me.

Something clicks around my ankle and my wave of warmth is cut short. My eyes fly open and all I see is Smith. His eyes are fixed between my legs as I pull my hand from my pussy. I hadn’t heard him come back in and I can’t believe I just did that in his office. I’m out of control.

He grabs my wrist to stop me as he stares at my glistening fingers. I stay frozen.

How do I keep getting caught in these positions? It’s almost as if I want to get caught. I knew he came to the gym earlier than everyone else. I knew he’d be back in his office in moments, but still I’d pushed that line. Heck, I think maybe I marched right over it. Maybe I really do need a guardian at eighteen to oversee me. I’m either too naïve or too risky—I don’t have a middle ground.

He pulls my hand towards his mouth and I slide in the chair towards him. His mouth closes around my fingers and sucks on them. I can feel the warm, wet heat of his tongue as he goes between them. His eyes close as a sound vibrates from him. I moan, watching him, and as fast as I made the ache go away, it’s back. I need to orgasm all over again. Only this time I want that suck between my legs. My throbbing clit is making itself known and it’s out of hibernation.

He opens his eyes and they lock with mine when I moan. He looks so angry that I jerk back because I don’t know what else to do. He lets go of my wrist as I slide back into the chair. He towers over me before leaning down and resting his hands on the arms of the chair.

“You’re asking for it.” I don’t respond because I’m not sure if he’s right or not. He sucks in a breath and I swear I think he’s breathing me in. “You’re lucky I got to see you cum or I’d have you over my desk.”

My mouth falls open and he pushes away as he goes to the other side of his desk. How do I want to get away from him but also hate the distance he put between us just now?

It’s then I realize there’s something around my ankle. I look down to see an ankle cuff and it knocks me back to reality. My head snaps up and I glare at him. He has a small satisfied smirk on his face and all it does is make my blood boil.

“Since you like to run, I thought the tracker was necessary.” I grab at it and pull but know it’s not coming off. Still I keep trying. “Knock it off before you hurt yourself.”

His words are forceful, but I can hear a trace of concern there, too. I let go of the cuff. “I’m not some criminal,” I throw at him, and he raises an eyebrow at me. We both know I am, but for a moment I’d forgotten.

“Not to mention the report your uncle filed on you.” He taps the folder on his desk.

Does he believe all the lies my uncle said about me? Is that why Smith is acting this way with me? Maybe he thinks I’m the kind of girl that does this all the time. Maybe I am and didn’t know it yet. Yet even with my anger growing I want to throw myself at him. I wonder if his lips would be firm or soft against mine. I want to know what it would feel like to be kissed by someone like him.

“He’s a liar,” I say as I straighten up in my chair and smooth out my dress.

“Most lawyers are.” He gives a shrug. I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. “That said, you’ve been caught trespassing, among other things. Not to mention you’ve missed school. It’s my understanding that’s required if you want to stay in line with your inheritance.”

“Yeah,” I mumble. I feel bad, but not because of the money. It’s about not finishing something my father wanted me to. He’s gone and it’s the last thing he asked of me.

He puts both hands on his desk and leans forward, calling my attention without words. He has no idea that I can’t possibly look away from him even if I wanted to. It’s been that way since the first time I spotted him.

“This is how things are going to go.”

Chapter Four

NORA

I sit in class not listening to a thing the teacher is saying. My mind is still on Smith. I’m not sure I care for him, so I’m going back to thinking of him as a man in a suit and nothing more. Even if my body loves him and begged me all night to leave the soft comfy bed he’d left me in to join him in his.

The naughty thoughts have taken over and are running wild. Pandora’s box has been opened and he’s the one who lifted the lid. I fear it might never close and I’ll forever be stuck on the edge of a need I can’t ever fulfil.

Smith was cold and it isn’t how I thought the suited man would be when I daydreamed about him. I watched him come and go from the gym each day and in my mind he was sweet. I can’t read him now and I don’t know what he wants. One moment I think he wants me as his own personal plaything and the next he’s treating me like a concerned parent. He told me I had to get my life together and he put me back in school. He also gave me a job.

I’m working off the money I owe the gym for the items I’d taken by helping him when I’m not in school. Today I have to clean his office. I’d make a run for it if it wasn’t for the bracelet wrapped around my ankle. Luckily I have a pair of jeans I can wear to cover it. I didn’t want to explain that thing to the kids at my school who were already looking at me curiously because I’ve been missing for two weeks. I’m surprised they even noticed and I ignore their stares the best I can.

When he took me home with him yesterday I was shocked. I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe a place like my uncle’s or even my dad's. It was nothing like what I thought it would be. His home was warm and welcoming and it looked like a family belonged there. I paused for a moment when he started to usher me inside, thinking when I entered I might actually see his family. It never occurred to me that he could have a wife and a couple of kids. Thankfully there wasn’t anyone else.

Everything about him keeps surprising me. It’s refreshing and scary all at the same time. I want to know more about him and what he’s doing with me. He could have handed me over to the cops, but he didn’t. He isn’t only the judge now, he’s also the jury and executioner.

“You know your uncle was looking for you a few weeks back.” My head jerks up at the mention of my uncle. I look over at the boy sitting next to me. I think his name is Paul. Pretty sure it’s followed with a ridiculously double-barelled name with him being the twentieth in line for something.

“I don’t live with him anymore,” I tell him. “Was he mad?” Crap. Would the school have told him about me being back here? I’m not sure. Smith walked me into the building and pushed me down the hallway towards my class as he went into the office. I’m sure word would get to him at some point. What that means for me I’m not sure, but I’m not going anywhere with this thing on my ankle.

“He thought you took off with a boyfriend. He wanted to know who you talked to around here,” he responds leaning in closer to me. “You never talk to anyone.”

I shrug because it’s true. I’m the new girl in my last year of high school. No one went out of their way to say hi to me so I didn’t try. When I first got here I was still a little shell-shocked by the changes in my life and I guess I never went beyond it after I got comfortable.

He slides me a piece of paper. “You can talk to me anytime.” He gives me a wink before leaning back in his chair. He’s cute with wavy blond hair and green eyes. I think he’s on the basketball team and I know he’s popular. Maybe I would have thought he was super before Smith, but now Paul holds no appeal. I take the paper and put it in the pocket of my jeans, not wanting to be rude.

The bell rings, releasing me to my fate. I grab my bag that’s filled with homework I need to make up and I keep my head down as I exit the school. I realize once I’m outside that I didn’t think about how I was going to get back to the courthouse. My uncle always had a car waiting for me.

“Miss Nora,” an older man calls out and I turn to see him wave me over. He’s holding open the door to a black SUV and I walk over.

“Mr. Prescott sent me to collect you.”

I should have known. He might be a judge, but it’s looking like all lawyers are the same. Smith is doing the same thing my father and uncle did, sending people to fetch me since they never had the time to do it themselves. I slide in the seat and I don’t know why I care. The man doesn't know me and he’s a freaking judge. Of course he doesn't have time for me. I should be happy he’s giving me a place to lay my head at night where I don’t have to worry about someone creeping into my room. Even if I wish Smith had.

It doesn’t take long before we’re in front of the courthouse. I wonder what people would think if they knew what Judge Prescott does in his chambers to girls who misbehave. A lick of desire spirals up my body only to be washed away when I think of all the others he’s probably done the same thing to. Maybe he has a line of woman like my uncle has. He hasn't said much more to me since he laid down his rules. He went cold as ice and I think a few times he forgot I was around. I feel like a sad little kitten wanting attention but being ignored. The nickname he’d given me became too real even as I’d tried a few times to bait him into something.

Security lets me pass without incident. Smith must have told them about me. When I get to his office, the same woman I saw briefly yesterday stands from the desk that sits outside of Smith’s office.

She’s older and her gray hair is pinned up in a tight bun reminding me of a Sunday school teacher. She’s in a conservative suit dress and she looks at me the same way she did yesterday. Curiosity is written all over her.

“Hi.” I raise my hand and give her a small wave.

She’s warm as she welcomes me over and her smile puts me at ease. “He said for you to wait in his office when you got here. He’s still in court. Can I get you anything?”

“No thank you, I’m okay,” I tell her before pushing into his office. I’m disappointed that he isn’t here. It’s a silly thought, but I was looking forward to seeing him. I glance around and see that everything is spotless and in its place. I’m not sure what it is he wants me to clean around here.

“In my chambers now!” someone barks at me.

I suck in a breath.

“Yes, let’s do this in private.”

My heartbeat pounds in my chest at the sound of that voice. I’d know it anywhere. I turn as Smith and my uncle walk into the office and I stand there frozen. Both look as surprised to see me as I am to see them. I take a step back, wanting as much space between him and me as I can get and I think about the last time I saw him.

“Nora,” Smith says as he glances down at his watch and mutters a curse.

“Where have you been?” my uncle demands. Unlike Smith, Harry’s voice rakes against my skin.

“Watch your fucking tone with her,” Smith growls at him, and it’s an honest-to-god growl. I’m not shocked by the sound coming from him. He looks like he could make the sound easily. I watch Harry pale a little. “Remember your place and where you’re standing,” Smith adds.

Against my will, my core clenches. There has to be something wrong with my body because I should not be getting turned on by the way Smith is putting Harry in his place.

“I’ve been worried about her.” Harry glances over to me and I take another step back. “Your Honor,” he adds quickly. “There is no need for this. I’m not pressing charges. She can come home.”

I clench my hands into fists at my side as I look over to Smith in a silent plea. He studies my face for a moment and I swear he looks even more pissed than I’ve ever seen him before. I didn't know that was possible, but there it is.

“I issued her sentence and it will be followed through. She’s racked up some other petty crimes.” Relief fills me and though I might only be free of my uncle today, I’ll take it.

“She didn't even have a lawyer. I want to see the files since I’m representing her.”

“Sorry, she already took a plea deal,” Smith says casually, and the anger isn’t as thick anymore. I can see it in the lines of his body as he removes his robe.

“She’s my ward and I’m to oversee her.” Harry’s face starts to redden and he reminds me of a child about to throw a fit. He’s not used to being dismissed so easily, but Smith doesn't even want to hear what he has to say.

“You think I haven't gone over the files?” He gives Harry a sharp look, but clearly Harry doesn't catch on because he keeps talking.

“But—”

“Enough! At any time a judge has the power to change a will because of circumstances. Circumstances have changed. You failed her as her guardian. Now get out of my chambers.” Harry stands there for a moment in complete shock. “Now!”

Goosebumps break out across my skin at his tone. This time Harry does know better and he gives me one last look. I can tell by the glare in his eyes that this isn't over. But I don’t say anything as he leaves Smith’s chambers in a huff.

When the door slams shut, Smith walks over and turns the lock. I peek up at him and see him studying me. Before I know what I’m doing I fling myself at him and he catches me easily.

“Thank you,” I mumble into his neck as he wraps his big arms around my back.

I breathe in his dark scent as he holds me close. It’s so tight I don’t think he’s going to ever let me go. When I lean back to look at him, his eyes are intense. They’re the same as when he grabbed in me in shower. I can’t believe that was only yesterday.

He may not have thrown me back to the wolves, but instead is the alpha staking his claim.

Chapter Five

SMITH

I set her down slowly and let her feel my cock against her. She’s too fucking innocent with the way she jumped on me. Doesn’t she know I could easily hold her to the ground and take what I want? This girl has no sense of self-preservation.

“You’re welcome.” I step back and go over to my desk. I need some distance from her because I can’t control my fucking self.

Last night was hell on earth. I’ve never been so challenged in all my life. This isn’t me. This isn’t who I am. I’m not someone who preys on a young woman and works the system I’ve sworn to protect all for my own sexual gratification. I tried last night to convince myself that yesterday in my office was a lapse in judgment and it would never happen again. But every time I closed my eyes all I could think about was fucking that fresh little cunt she teased me with. Goddamn Nora Vaughn and every inch of smooth skin on her perfect, ripe body.

I move some papers around and pretend to read them when all I want to do is put my fist through a wall so I don’t fuck her dirty on my desk. I bet she’d get fucking pregnant the first time I put my cock in her, and the thought of unprotect raw sex with her teenage pussy has the wet spot on my suit growing. My dick hasn’t quit dripping cum like a leaky faucet since I got that taste of her in my mouth.

“What is it you’d like me to clean?” she asks as she bounces on her toes.

I can see her nipples through her white cotton shirt and I can tell she isn’t wearing a bra. Her tight body was made for fucking, and what I’d like her to clean right now is my balls.

“There are some files on the desk behind you. Put them in the bottom cabinet in alphabetical order.”

I don’t need this done, but I had to think of something earlier today so that she could stay busy with me in here. I took the files out this morning and messed them up so she’d have to spend hours fixing them.

“Sure,” she says and turns around.

I watch her ass like the opening ceremony of the Olympics and all I want to do is gold medal in plowing her barely-legal cunt.

Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m already running my hand over my crotch and trying to find some relief. She doesn’t know it, but I snuck into her room last night just to look at her while I came. I was completely naked with my cock lubed and shiny like the North Star as I stood next to her bed and beat my meat. She was in my house, so she might as well be my property. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.

Someone could ask how I sleep at night, but I didn’t get a wink so fuck them.

I watch as she walks over to the files and grabs a stack. Then, like I predicted, she gets on all fours in front of the cabinet and starts to organize them.

“Pull your jeans down,” I say through clenched teeth as I angrily tug at my belt.

She looks back over her shoulder and her eyes widen when she looks at me, but then she just licks her lips.

“Now!” I bark, and I watch as she sits up and does as I ask.

I walk around to the other side of my desk to get closer to her. I open the front of my pants and pull my cock out as she slowly slides her jeans down her hips. She’s wearing a thong and I groan in the back of my throat as my whole body goes rigid.

“Did your uncle buy you that?” I ask as she bends forward, putting her hands on the ground and her ass up in the air.

“Yes,” She says it softly, but I catch it.

“I bet he was hoping he’d be the one to see you in it instead of me. That’s why he was in here mad as hell. He’s jealous because he knows I’ve got what he wants.”

She looks back over her shoulder at me and watches as I hold my hand out and spit on it before I slick up my cock. I can see the jealousy all over her uncle’s face. He wanted her but I’d never let him have her.

“Pull it to the side. I want to see if that asshole is as pink as your lips.” I wait as she brings a shaky hand back and slowly tugs the material to the side. “Fuck yeah it is,” I say as I squeeze my cock hard, hoping to slow down. I don’t want this to be over as fast as it was the last time I got to look at her. “You ever play with it?”

“N-no,” she stammers as she wiggles her ass. She’s fucking wet for it and I can see it from here.

“Stand up and take your jeans and panties off,” I say, and she does what I say. She’s naked from the waist down, but it’s still not good enough. “Lose the shirt,” I snap, and her small fingers trace the edge before she lifts it up and off of her. “Next time you go to school you wear a fucking bra. And if you only have panties your uncle wants to fuck you in, then I’ll get you some new ones.”

Her eyes are glued to my hand jacking off my cock as her mouth opens and she wets her lips.

“Lie down on the floor,” I order, and I wait for her to do it before I give her any more instructions. “Pull your knees up to your chest.”

I walk over to her and plant my feet right at her ass. She’s below me where I’m jerking off and this is the exact position she’d be in if I were fucking her.

“Did your uncle put you on the pill?”

“No.” She swallows and shakes her head. “He said I didn’t need it.”

I can’t help the smirk that forms on my face. “That dirty motherfucker wanted to get his own niece pregnant.” I slow down when I feel myself getting close to cumming. I’m not ready to go off yet. “Fuck, girl, you’ve got something special between your legs. Maybe I should have another taste.”

She surprises me by reaching down between her legs and dipping her fingers into her wet pussy for me. She holds them out like a prize at the county fair and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t make my knees weak.

“Do you know why I’m so angry with you?” I ask as I release my cock and reach out to snatch her wrist. “Because I’ve never been so tempted by anything in my fucking life.”

I fall to my knees between her legs and put her fingers in my mouth. I moan at the flavor then feel all the air leave my lungs when her small hand wraps around my length and starts to stroke me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Instantly I start to cum in her hand and the thick cream falls between her fingers and onto her bare pussy. She keeps on jerking me off while she uses her other hand to rub her pussy and smear the cum all over it as she gets herself off.

“I’ve spent decades to build this up,” I say through clenched teeth. “And you’re going to destroy it in one day with that goddamn pussy.”

She cries out as her back arches and she cums on her fingers. I’m not strong enough to resist anymore and I shove two thick fingers into her and press on her G-spot to get her off harder. She’s so fucking tight, but I was right. She’s ripe and young and ready for breeding.

She went on and on about how my home was made for a family and that was the idea. But I’ve gotten busy with work and busy with life and it’s passed me by. Nora falling into my lap is the answer to what I’ve always wanted and it’s time to take what I want.

I slide my fingers out of her pussy and lick them off as I press the head of my cock to her opening and slide it through her wet folds. I’m going to breed her right here and right now on the floor of my chambers. I’m breaking about ten different laws by doing this, so why not go straight to hell instead of stopping to collect two hundred dollars?

I lean down and just as I’m about to thrust home I spot a white piece of paper next to her jeans on the floor. Even from here I can see the name of a man and a phone number on it. It’s enough to enrage me, and as I look down at her I feel possession like I’ve never felt before.

Leaning back, I shove my cock back into my pants and buckle my belt. There’s a confused look on her face as she sits up.

“What’s wrong?” she asks as she looks down my body and then at her own.

“Who’s Paul?”

Chapter Six

NORA

I stare at Smith in total confusion. I can barely think straight right now and he’s asking me who someone is?

He’s pacing back and forth, and I sit there unsure of what to do. Everything with him is always one extreme to another. I grab my shirt and pull it on over my head, suddenly feeling awkward as he tracks a path like a caged animal. Next I reach for my jeans, but when I grab them he’s there beside me yanking them out of my hand.

I let go of them and back up one step and then another. He matches my retreating pace and never lets me have more than a few inches between us.

“Who’s Paul?” he asks again. His voice is deep and deadly.

I’m still not sure who the heck he’s talking about, but I know one thing. I wouldn't want to be Paul, that's for sure. I place my hands on his firm chest and his eyes go from mine down to my hands. I’m not trying to push him away. I only want to calm him down.

His eyes are wild and I wonder if comparing him to an animal is all too accurate. I have to tilt my head back to look at him. He plants his hands on the wall on either side of me and he leans down close. Maybe I should be pushing him away with that wild look in his eyes, but my nipples harden underneath my shirt and I ache to pull him closer.

“If this Paul has touched you…” His warm breath hits my face with a lingering smell of mint. He pauses for a moment, and I know what he’s going to say. I can read it all over his face. I raise my hand and cover his mouth to cut him off before he can.

“I don’t know who Paul is, but he’s never touched me.” His eyes narrow as he pulls my hand away from mouth.

“His number was in the pocket of your jeans.” I can tell his anger has faded, but not much.

My mouth opens when I realize I’d already forgotten all about Paul giving me his number. He and the rest of the world are so far away when I’m this close to Smith. He makes me forget everything.

“Oh, it’s Paul from school.”

“Paul from school.” He repeats my words as if they’re foreign to him and he doesn't understand them.

“I took it so I wouldn’t be rude. I wasn't going to call him.”

“Next time be fucking rude,” he orders, and it’s my turn to narrow my eyes.

I should be pissed at his comment. He’s not my father, but he sure does try and act like it. I open my mouth to tell him he isn’t, but before I can get a word out his mouth lands on mine.

The kiss is hard and punishing just like he is. His tongue pushes right into my mouth without teasing or tentative asking. He’s taking what he wants and claiming me as his. At first I’m shocked, but then I’m so turned on I’m close to combusting. I slide my hands up his chest and into his hair as I grab hold of him. I climb his body as my legs go around his waist, wanting to be closer to him as he pins me to the wall. I hear things fall all around us, but I ignore it and so does he.

I moan into his mouth as the raw passion comes through him and into me. I’ve never had feelings like the ones he ignites inside me. The boring everyday life I lived before he came along seems bland and tasteless as he lights up the world around me. This is life. This is living. All my emotions swirl around inside of me and I don’t know how to control it. It's a beautiful mess he’s thrown me into and I never want to leave it.

He moves his hand between us and I feel him pulling his cock out. I wonder if he’s going to thrust it inside me. This isn't how I thought I’d lose my virginity. The silly idea of rose petals with white candles and soft music now sounds terrible. This is perfect. It’s real and I’ve never wanted something so badly in my life.

He moves back a little as he keeps me pinned the wall. I feel his arm begin to jerk between us and I look down to see him jacking himself off again. The head of his cock brushes my clit as he does, and I cry out.

“Inside me,” I moan as I thrust my hips forward trying desperately to get my pussy closer to him.

He ignores me as he kisses me again. I cry out into his mouth and he deepens it as I push my chest into him. I want us to be as close as possible so I’ll never have another worry in the world. Smith will keep me safe and fill all the places in me that were waiting for him.

He pulls his mouth away from mine and we’re both breathing heavy. “Say my name,” he demands as his cock rubs against my clit back and forth. He pushes me towards my orgasm, and although I want his cock in me, all I care about is cumming.

“Smith. Please,” I beg.

His cock grows bigger against me as he kisses me and moans like I’m the hottest thing he’s ever been with in his life.

When I feel his warm release coat my clit and thighs, I can’t hold back and I cum with him. It’s everywhere and I jerk against him as he drags the head of his cock against my clit in one long stroke. The pleasure is too much and I didn't know that was possible.

“What have you done to me, kitten,” he breathes, and I don’t think it’s a question.

I’ve made this strong man weak and it’s insane how happy that makes me. He looks down at me and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to read him. My heart flutters and I wonder if he feels this crazy spin of emotions like I do. If this is normal for two people to be so attracted to one other or if this is something else altogether. I want it to be different from everything else he’s ever had because it’s different for me.

He takes a step a back and I feel cold at the loss of him. He bends down and helps me into my jeans as I brace myself on his shoulders. His gaze stays locked between my thighs where I’m coated in his cum. When I pull them up, he zips and buttons them closed but doesn't make a move to walk away.

“You’re mine. Do you understand that?” His words are solemn and leave no room for misunderstanding. I nod and he fixes his stare on me. “You don’t take fucking numbers. Do you understand me, kitten?”

I nod my head again, knowing that even if I tried to fight with him on the subject I’d lose. I don’t want to talk to anyone else anyway, but I love his possessiveness.

He drops his forehead to mine and I can feel his strained control coming back. “Nora. I’m not fucking around.”

I’m not sure if he’s talking about the phone number or just me in general, but either way I agree. I’m hoping it’s the latter and I’m not just one in a long line of women.

Chapter Seven

SMITH

“I meant to get you from school today,” I say as I turn the car in the driveway.

“Oh,” Nora says but doesn’t look at me.

I put the car in park and hit the button for the garage door to come down. Before she can get out, I turn to face her and take her chin between my fingers.

“I mean that, Nora. And I wouldn’t have brought your uncle into my office if I hadn’t lost track of time.”

I see the edge of her lips turn up and I feel the warm spot in the middle of my chest beat. What is this power she wields over me? How can one little thing trigger so much that I never even knew was possible. I feel like a different person with her. She’s awoken some animal that’s intent on holding her down and fucking her until I find relief. I want to use her and make her mine, but I want her to smile at me like I’m a goddamn king.

“Just don’t let it happen again.” She winks at me and fuck, she might as well have kicked me in the balls.

“You’ve been running this mouth a lot today,” I say as I slide my thumb across her bottom lip.

Her tongue darts out to the lick the place I just touched and immediately I’m unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants, needing to feel her against me again. It had killed me to pull away from her, but the thought of another man coming close to her, trying to take what’s mine sent me over the edge.

“Let’s see how good you suck a cock,” I say as I slide the hand on her chin to the back of her head. Her eyes widen, but I see excitement in them. She’s eager for more, for me, and it makes me feel more powerful than I’ve ever felt before, even in the courtroom.

She comes over to me eagerly as I hold it out for her and hit the button on the seat to lean it back some. The sudden sensation of her mouth opening over the head is both sweet and painful. I want to fuck her hard and fast, but I don’t want it to end.

“Lick it while you suck,” I order as I grip her hair with both hands and move her up and down on it. Her rhythm is untrained and she’s cautious, trying to take more of me into her mouth. Even the softness of her hair is turning me on.

“Fuck!” I shout as I pull her off and look down at her face right next to my dick. “This is the first time you’ve had a man in your mouth, isn’t it, kitten?” She’s so eager and unpracticed. It’s intoxicating. She’d be all mine. Mine alone. The only one to know every part of her. God knows she’s touched parts of me no other has before. Parts I didn’t even know I had in me.

It’s then I see she’s got a hand between her legs and her cheeks are flushed. I shake my head as I grip her hair tighter with one hand and grab my cock with the other. I rub the tip against her face, smearing some of my dripping cum on her cheek.

“I’ll make sure you get off later. Right now, you’re taking care of me. Got it?”

She nods, and the motion rubs her face against my cock and I clench my jaw so tight I have to remind myself to stop or I’m going to crack my teeth.

“Good girl. Now open your mouth and let me fuck that sweet mouth of yours.”

She does as I ask and again I grip her hair with both my hands. This time when I move her up and down, she opens her throat and takes me all the way to the back. I feel her tongue reach as far as it can, and even her little delicate hand goes down to play with my tight balls.

“You’re so fucking eager, it makes me horny all the time,” I say as I keep sliding her up and down while she sucks the soul out of my body. “I can’t wait to get you on your back.”

She whimpers as she tries to go down on me again, but I hold her still while I thrust my hips up.

“If I had found you a couple of months ago I wouldn’t have cared if you were legal,” I say as I thrust up again. “I would have fucked you raw and dirty in every sweet hole you’ve got.”

Her body is tight, but she’s still so fucking hungry for cock I keep letting her suck me off while I talk dirty to her.

“Hell, I don’t even want to say how young I would have taken you and made you mine. That’s what you are, Nora. And as soon as I get you broken in, I’m fucking you bare.”

The thought of her unprotected pussy bouncing on my cock while I squirt load after load of cum inside her has me ready to shoot off.

“Get ready to swallow,” I say as I hold her tight and grunt and cum begins to flow from my cock.

She sucks it up as her hand wraps around my cock and massages it. She works out every drop and I hear her moan as she swallows. Goddamn if she isn’t made for this.

“That’s it,” I whisper while she laps up the last of it and I push the sweaty locks of hair away from her face. “Don’t miss a drop.”

Once she’s finished, I tuck my cock in my pants and then pull her over into my lap on the driver’s side of the car. All that anger I’d been feeling thinking I couldn’t have her was gone. I’m not fighting this. I would only fail. It’s stupid going into a fight knowing you’re going to lose. I’d only hurt us both in the end.

“Thank you,” I say, and she looks at me in surprise. “I might not say that enough, but I think it calls for it.”

Before she can respond, I kiss her swollen lips and I taste my cum in her mouth. I like having it on her and knowing that she just sucked me off like a porn star. It makes me want to get her on her knees and do it all over again. But I remind myself there’s time for that later.

I open my door and carry her inside the house. The cook has already laid out dinner for us and I put her down in the kitchen.

“You should eat. You’re going to need it,” I say as I walk over to the fridge and grab us some water.

“You’re not making me exercise, are you?” she says with a note of panic on her voice.

“No, kitten, I’m going to fuck you into next week and you’re going to need your strength.”

Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn’t protest. She just sits down at the table as I walk over and join her. I’m tired of trying to control myself around her and maybe if I fuck her a few dozen times I can finally relax a little. I’m so worked up and on edge and every second I’m around her I want her more than the last. My frustration is growing and I know it’s because I haven’t cum inside her yet. That just barely legal cunt of hers is walking around with nothing in it and I’m ready to change that. But I’m going to try my best to control my urges until I get her in that bedroom. Or the next available flat surface.

“So, tell me about school,” I say, and you would think me telling her I’m going to fuck her was more of a shock, but again she’s got the round eyes of surprise when I ask her about her day.

I just can’t fucking win.

Chapter Eight

NORA

How can him asking me about school be the most shocking thing he’s said to me? Maybe it’s because no one ever asked how my day was. “It was long,” I admit, looking down at my food and suddenly feeling shy. He reaches out to cup my cheek, and I raise my head to look at him.

“Kitten. What’s wrong?” My eyes meet his.

“It’s silly.” I shake my head. He pulls me into his lap.

“It’s not silly. Tell me. I don’t want you keeping anything from me.” His face turns soft, showing me the man behind all that power. A softer side to him. There is still so much we don’t know about one another, but somehow he is the closest I’ve ever been to having someone in my life.

“I don’t want things between us either.” I admit. He gives me a smile, but I see a warning in his eyes. He won’t let me keep things from him. One way or anywhere he’ll get it from me.

“That’s real good, kitten, because there isn't going to be.” His words melt my insides. He’s not only won over my body but he’s stealing my heart easily.

“I was thinking that I can’t recall anyone ever asking me that.” His eyebrows draw together like he’s thinking.

“No one’s ever asked you how your day was?” he asks, shock clear in his tone. I try and think back on it, but nothing comes.

“Not that I can recall. Maybe someone who worked for my father in passing, but no. Not someone who actually wanted to know and wasn't asking only to be polite.” I give him a soft smile. “I don’t think you ask questions to just be polite.”

He throws his head back and laughs. It’s deep and rich and for the first time I don’t see a tightness to his body. That edge he always carries around isn’t so hard now. “No, I don’t ask questions to be polite, kitten.” He shakes his head, still smiling. “God, you’re refreshing. A breath of fresh air I didn't even know I needed.” He lets out a long breath and his body relaxes.

“That’s fucked up, but you know I’m not sure my parents ever asked me either. They left those things to nannies when I was younger. The only time my father showed interest was when he’d ask about school—if I was fucking up or when it was time for me to move on to a better school.”

“They mapped your whole life out?” I knew those kinds of parents. I’d seen a lot of them at my old school.

“Yeah, I’d gone along with it even though in my head I had other plans.” He lets out a humorless laugh. “But he’d gotten what he wanted in the end.” He gazes into my eyes. “There’s still time, though. I think I can still have what I had in mind. I’d thought I’d gotten off track but now I’m thinking I was only waiting.”

I wiggle in his lap, wanting to get closer to him. “Time for what?” I ask, wanting to know everything I can about him. Everything about him pulls at me and I want all of him. He’s mine to have. I know it.

“I wanted to be lawyer. I just didn’t want to be like them. I didn't want my career choice to be my life. I wanted what other families had.” His hand moves to my hip, holding me close to him. “I wanted to show my father he’d done it wrong. He could have the career and still have a family that you could be close to. That you didn't have to pick one or the other.”

“No, it’s not too late,” I agree. That’s what I’d always wanted. A family that cared about one another. Wanted to spend time together. Not because it was what they were supposed to do from time to time but because they wanted to.

“It’s why I bought this house. It was my first step. I got it right when I became a judge. I’m still not sure if my father was happy about that. He never liked that I chose to work for the city and not go into the family practice.”

“Why did you?”

“It was what called to me. When I get my eyes locked on a target I can become a little bit of a bulldozer to get what I want.”

“I hadn't noticed,” I tease, fighting a smile but losing the battle.

“But then it was all I did. I got the home but nothing called to me, so I kept on working. I started to think maybe I was just like my father. I only chose not to get married so there was no one to neglect.”

“Is that why you wanted me to know that you’d meant to pick me up today?” I ask. I was surprised when he’d said that.

“I really am sorry, kitten.” I see the guilt all over his face.

“Hey, you’re new to this,” I try to reassure him. I don’t want him to lump himself in with his father. “I mean, whatever this is,” I quickly add when I realize what I said, because to be honest, I have no idea what we are. I feel my cheeks warm.

“Don’t do that. Nothing between us, remember? I was talking about you when I said maybe I’d been waiting. That’s why I hadn't taken the next step in my life. Waiting for a little thief to come and steal my…” He pauses for a moment. My heart starts to pound. I want him to finish his sentence. Steal his what?

It takes me a moment before I realize it’s not only my heart pounding, it’s the front door, too.

“Stay put. I'll be sending whoever it is away,” he tells me. Standing easily with me in still in his lap before placing me back in his chair. I watch him stroll out of the room. I still want to know so badly what he was going to say. Did I steal his heart? Because I’m pretty sure he’s stolen mine. No, I’m certain of it.

I stand when I hear voices. My first thought is that it’s a woman. That was how it was at my uncle’s. One after another showing up. Never the same except for Sasha. I even noticed when I worked with him for a few days that his office was mostly filled with men. I don’t think he likes keeping the same woman around, but for some reason was okay with Sasha and me. My stomach turns as I remember. I will never understand it. I saw the women who came and went. They were beautiful. He could have his pick, but he focused in on me for some creepy reason.

I move farther down the hallway and relief fills me that the voices I hear are those of men. It’s short-lived when I peek around the wall. I see two police officers standing in the entryway. Smith stands with his arms crossed over his chest looking ready for a fight.

Both cops notice me and draw Smith’s attention. “Eat your dinner,” Smith orders. That sweetness we had moments ago is gone. His edge is back. Not that I mind his edge. I enjoy both sides of him, but this is different. That same wild feeling I’d gotten from him earlier is there once again. How can I read him so easily in the short time I’ve known him? It’s not as though it’s some special skill set I have or I would have seen it sooner with my uncle. It’s Smith that I had it with. I think he has it with me, too, but I’m guessing he has a good read on most people.

“Miss Nora Vaughn?” one of the officers asks. Both look to be in their mid-twenties and remind me of college boys in uniforms. I nod and step out from behind the wall.

“We need you to come with us.” I stand up a little straighter, fear wrapping around my spine.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Smith drawls as he steps into my line of sight, blocking my view of the officers. “You’ve seen her. She’s fine. You can leave.” His words are clipped. Final.

“Justice Prescott, we don’t really have a choice,” one of them says. “She has to be taken down for questioning.”

“For what?” I ask, trying to peer around Smith.

“Your uncle is making some wild claims and threatening to press charges. He’s saying you’re being held against your will and Justice Prescott is your captor.” My fingers digs into the back of Smith’s shirt. Probably not because of why they should be. No it was the thought of being his captive. There my mind goes again. Always going where it shouldn't in moments like this. I press into him. My body molding to his.

“She’s not going anywhere. It’s not wise to make me repeat myself, boy,”

“This isn't your courtroom, Smith,” the other one finally chimes in, folding his arms over his chest. I think he’s trying to make himself look bigger than he is. It might work some places, but not standing near Smith.

“It’s Justice Smith, or Your Honor,” Smith corrects him. He takes a step towards the officer. I jump in because I don’t want things to get out of hand. His threat about Paul lingers in my mind still. If I’ve learned anything in the last twenty-four hours, it’s that Smith is possessive of me and this could all go very badly. I don’t want him getting into trouble because of me.

“I can go and answer questions. Show that I’m fine,” I pipe up. Smith turns a little to look down at me. I know I’m going to pay for that one, but I have a feeling it will be worth it.

“They aren't taking you,” he says again. His eyes look a little wild.

“I’ll come back.” I meet his eyes, willing him to not make this bigger than it needs to be. “Let’s get this done and over with. Then we can get to those plans you made for us.” I bite my lip thinking about them. Spending all weekend wrapped in him would be more than a dream come true.

I’d wanted to skip dinner when he’d told me what he had planned, still primed from his office. He’d been so close to taking me. I wanted to feel him deep inside me. Be connected to him. As much as I wanted that, I also want to get this over with. If there’s a way to get my uncle out of my life for good, I want to take it. I could start over new with Smith. I want to be the person to give him that life he thought of as a young boy.

I want one, too. A real one. It has always been my dream. My mind always blanked when people asked me what I wanted to do with my life. I’d pushed college with my uncle to get away from him. With my father I said that, too, but because it was the next step in life. I thought I was supposed to do that. Thing is, I’m eighteen now and I can do anything I want and I want to be with Smith. I don’t want to do all the crap in between to get him.

He pulls me into him and kisses me deep, taking my breath away. A dash of shyness hits me that the two police officers are standing there, but more that he’s not hiding this. I hadn't given it much thought, but this thing between us is not going to look good for him. He’s a public figure.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask when our mouths part. I lick my lips, still tasting him. I want to take those words back, but he puts any fear I have to rest.

“There’s nothing I want to do more than this. I think that’s pretty clear at this point.” I have to fight the tears, knowing they likely won’t help the situation.

“That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said or done for me,” I tell him. “There’s nothing that will keep me from you either. So let’s handle this.”

“Then I’ll handle you.” I smile at him, looking forward to him handling me. I turn to go with the officers, but he pulls me back to him. I melt into his big frame. “I’m sorry,” he says, taking me by surprise. Even the two cops inhale sharply in unison.

“I was cold to you at first. I—”

“I know it was lot all at once. I felt it, too.” He gives me one of his rare smiles. We’ve tipped each other’s worlds upside down. His reaction might have been jerky at first, but I’d be lying if I didn't admit I’d been sucked in by it. I enjoyed trying to figure him out and watching him try to fight this losing battle. Maybe I shouldn’t enjoy the fact that I’d made this man’s hardness crumble for me, but I do. If he wasn’t a jerk, I wouldn’t have gotten to witness what he could become for me.

“I’m coming for you.” He gives me another kiss. This one is too quick, but I know I need to go.

“I know you will.” I give him one last look before I let the officers lead me out the door.

Chapter Nine

NORA

I sit in the back of the cop car, my unease growing by the second. Something is wrong. I can feel it. I think we’re going the wrong way. I’ve never been to the police station before, but I’m pretty sure I’ve seen the building downtown. Maybe there are different ones. This is a big city. There has to be more than one.

I chew on my bottom lip to keep myself from fidgeting and showing my unease. Maybe we aren’t going to a police station. At least that’s where I thought they would take me if I was going in to answer questions. I try and think back on if they’d said. I take a deep breath, getting my nerves under control. It’s fine. I know Smith won’t be far behind. I glance out the back window of the car to see if I can spot his car, but the road we turned down is empty. Old warehouses line both sides of the vacant street.

“You sure you want to do this, Alex? We could still change our minds,” the officer in the passenger seat says. I’m pretty sure I heard the other one call him Bull. I’m guessing it’s a nickname. It doesn't fit him at all. I look over at his question, wondering what he’s talking about. He suddenly looks nervous, and it doesn’t help my growing anxiety.

“It’s all planned out. No backing out now. We've done worse for less,” Alex replies with a slight shrug. He’s the one who got lippy with Smith. I already know he’ll be regretting that soon enough. Unlike his partner, he doesn't look nervous at all. His eyes flick up to the rearview mirror, meeting mine.

“She’s hot and all, but I don’t get why the judge and Harry are both so hungry for her.” I sink back into my seat even further now. They’re bad cops. The kind that give the good ones a bad name. My stomach tightens. Dread presses down on me. Smith’s face flashes in my mind. I want him so badly right now—my scary, gentle giant.

“Yeah, but this is fucking with a judge, man.” Bull shakes his head. “She must have good pussy if Harry is willing to pay us fifty grand each for this. I’m still dreading the beating we’re going to have to take so this all looks legit.” He runs his hand over his face.

“Fifty grand and you can beat the shit out of me anytime,” Alex says with a laugh. “Though I’m starting to wonder about her pussy, too.” He glances in the mirror again, this time licking his lips. My heart starts to pound in my chest.

“Where are we going?” I ignore their crude words, knowing even if I did say something about them it would either make them do it more or they’d ignore me. I know their type. Heck, I go to high school with their type. They’re bullies. They get off on making people miserable. Just like my uncle. I’m sure that’s where I’m going. Who else would pay that much money for me? The only other man that would is Smith, and you don’t have to buy what belongs to you. Smith would kill them. I know that without a doubt. He lost it over a boy giving me his number, and then he wanted to fight these guys when they said they only wanted to ask me a few questions. No matter what happens past this point, blood will be spilled. I didn’t want that for anyone. More than anything, I don’t want Smith to end up in prison because of me.

“If I were you, I’d keep that pretty mouth of yours closed. You’re just Bull’s type.” Alex winks at me. I pull my eyes away from the rearview mirror. I don’t want them to see the fear in my eyes, not just for my well-being but for theirs.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Bull punches Alex in the arm. “Don’t fucking act like you don’t like them young, too.” They both start laughing. I want to ask another question, but I keep my mouth shut.

“She does smell fucking good. I’d swear I could smell her innocence, but no way she’s innocent with the way Judge was acting with her. I bet he’s been all up in her.”

“That’s the thing about young pussy. Nice and tight all the time.” The both go back to laughing again. My skins crawls. This is nothing like when Smith talks dirty and crude to me. It’s unwanted and they know it. In fact, I think they are enjoying that they are only making me more afraid by the moment.

When we pull up to a warehouse, I start to shake, knowing who is going to be inside. I came so close to having it all, but he’s going to take it all from me. I don’t understand why he’s so fixated on me. I should stop trying. He’s crazy and there is no understanding crazy.

They both get out of the cruiser. Bull opens my door, reaching in for me and pulling me out hard. I fall into him. I try and jerk away, but he doesn't let me.

“Don’t,” Alex tells him, catching me by surprise. I look up into Bull’s dark eyes and see his lust there. “He said no fondling. Besides, you already have to take an ass kicking so it looks like we got jumped. Don’t give them a reason to make it worse for you.” Bull’s hard-on digs into me. I have to fight to not gag, knowing it would make him mad. He holds my stare for another moment.

“She’d almost be worth it. I think I’m starting to see the appeal.” He gives a smirk before letting me go. “Walk.” He points towards a large metal door. I glance around knowing there is no other option. If I tried to run, they’d catch me easily and there’s no one around to hear me scream either.

I do as I’m told. When I reach the door I push it open. It’s heavy and makes a loud scratching sound as I do. I glance back at the two cops who stay behind me but don’t follow.

“In you go,” Alex tells me. I don’t know what’s scarier: staying here and begging them to not make me go inside, or actually going inside. At least with my uncle I know what’s coming. I’ve fought him off before. Though I don’t think he thought I’d had it in me then. Now he knows. He’ll be better prepared.

I step inside and the smell of mold and rusted metal engulfs me. The door slams shut behind me. I don’t have to go far in before I see my uncle. He turns to look at me, a smirk pulling at his mouth. Sasha is standing next to him, done up as always. Her heels look so out of place in the dirty old warehouse. She gives me the look of death. She has a hold of Harry’s arm.

“Harry. Please. Don’t do this. I love you,” she pleads with him, pulling on him. He ignores her. I’m not even sure he notices her hanging onto him.

“Knock it off,” he tells her, but his eyes stay trained on me. “He took her from me all those years ago. She may not be her, but if you ask me, she’s even more beautiful,” Harry says in awe as his eyes travel over me.

“She’s dead!” Sasha yells at Harry. It’s the first time I’ve ever heard her speak to him in any other tone than sweet or efficient. His head jerks away from me to look down at her, as surprised as I am. Maybe he didn't know she had it in her. I did. She used it on me often. “She was a stupid girl who did stupid things and wound up dead because of it!”

I have no idea who either of them are talking about, but Harry’s face turns angry right before he backhands her. The smack is so loud I flinch. She stumbles back, falling onto the dirty floor and holding her cheek as tears leak down her face, ruining her perfect makeup. I almost feel sorry for her. Almost. If anyone knows what kind of man Harry is, it’s her. She's as crazy as he is for wanting to be with him.

“You don’t speak about Barbara like that.” The use of my mother’s name shocks me. “She was confused. She didn't know that I was the better choice! I could have gotten her to stay!” he yells. “Why would she choose him over me? I was better than him at everything.” Anger and confusion fill his words. I don’t think he’s talking to us anymore. More to himself. I know he’s talking about my father.

His eyes snap back to me. I take a step back, clenching my hands at my sides and trying to get the shaking to stop. “Who would want your father?” He shakes his head. “She picked him. She was to be mine, but then she got pregnant!” he shouts. His eyes drift off as if he’s recalling the past. I know now why neither my uncle or father wanted to talk about my mother. The real reason my uncle moved away. They’d fought over a woman. My mother.

“Did you kill her?” I ask. That’s not a question I thought I’d ask when I tried to get information on her, but here we are. I’m tangled in a mess that isn't even my own. Now he looks at me like I’m the crazy one.

“She took off after you were born. Died a few years later in a car accident.” Oddly, I believe him. The sadness on his face shows. Maybe he did love her in some crazy way. I do think love can make you do crazy things. I’ve learned that myself in the last twenty-four hours. “She could never stay in one place long,” he says absently.

“Or stay with one man long,” Sasha snaps from where she is now sitting on the floor. She just wanted to take another dig at my mother, a woman I’d never known or would ever know. She left me too.

“Doesn't matter. That’s done with. Now I have her.” His eyes drift back to me. The anger and sadness slip so easy from his face. He stands up a little straighter as he walks towards me.

“Please don’t.” I put my hands up. “I’m not her.” I try and reason with him.

“No. You’re better. Not only more beautiful, but that soft innocence that floats around you. It’s intoxicating. Can’t you see it? Everyone is always wanting you. It’s why I tried to keep you locked away from the rest of the world. You got out for only a moment and even unbreakable hard-ass Judge Prescott was willing to risk everything to have you.” He comes to a stop right in front of me. “Did he take your innocence?” he grits out. “Never seen the man even look at a woman, but I bet he got himself buried deep in you as fast as he could.”

Harry reaches for me, and I dodge him. I know it will only make this worse, but I try anyway. He lets out a small chuckle, enjoying my attempt at keeping him away from me. He’s a predator toying with its prey.

“I bet your father was never around either. Working all the time. Yeah, he was working, but he worked those long hours so he too wouldn't try sneaking into your room at night. I fought that temptation for over a year. I have no idea how he did it all that time.”

I stand there shocked, trying to process what he said. I must have heard him wrong. I start shaking my head no, but he keeps on smiling like he hit the nail on the head. I go to tell him he’s wrong, but the sound of the giant metal door being pushed open has us both turning. Before I know what’s happening, Smith has Harry pinned to the concrete floor and is punching him over and over again. The sound of cracking bone rings in my ears. I glance over to see men pour through the metal doors all in SWAT gear. It takes four of them to pull Smith off of Harry. I stand there, my hands over my mouth.

Smith fights the men and attempts to get at him. Harry rolls over, blood covering his face and making a whimpering sound. Sasha runs towards him, but another SWAT officer grabs her and stops her in her tracks. She fights him for a moment, then her whole body goes lax when she knows she’s not breaking his hold. She gives up as silent sobs take over her body.

“Judge, get your girl,” I hear one of the men say. His words make Smith stop trying to get to Harry. His eyes lock on me and as fast as he was on Harry, he’s even faster on me. The shaking that had taken over my body stops instantly when he wraps me in his arms.

“Never letting you out of my fucking sight again,” he vows into my hair. I bury my face in his neck, breathing him in. I never want to be out of his sight again either. I was so scared I’d never see him again.

“Look at me, kitten,” he demands. “I need to see you.” He holds me even tighter. I lean back and look into his eyes.

“I love you,” he tells me. “I was so fucking scared I’d never get to say that to—”

I cut him off, kissing him. I don’t care about what’s going on around us. Everything I care about is right here. He is all that matters anymore, and I know he’ll keep me safe.

When I hear someone clear their throat, Smith growls against my mouth before releasing it. “Say it back, kitten,” he demands, making smile way too big for what’s happening around us right now.

“I love you, too.” I give him the words he demanded. Not because he told me to, but because I do love him just as much as I love his demanding ways.

“Sir. Judge,” the man quickly corrects. “The two dirty cops.” The man’s jaw clenches when he says it, clearly pissed. “They gotta go to the hospital. Then they’ll be booked.” Smith nods at the man.

“I’m sure you’ll handle it,” he tells him.

“Yeah. I will. Personally. We’re going to make an example of them.” I give the man a soft smile, knowing it must be hard to see one of your own go bad.

“I’m sure the beatdown I gave them is only the beginning of what those two have coming.” I look back to Smith.

“How many men have you beaten today?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Every motherfucker who stopped me from getting to you.” I kiss him again, loving his sweet, raw words. They are like him. He carries me out of the warehouse and doesn’t stop even when a few people call his name.

“How did you find me?” I ask when he places me in his car, which is parked as close as he could get to the warehouse.

“You’ve still got the ankle bracelet on you.” He winks at me before buckling my seatbelt and shutting the door. How had I forgotten about it?

“You’re never going to let me take that thing off now, are you?” I laugh as he slides into the driver seat.

He shrugs as he pulls away. “I don’t plan on ever letting you out of my sight again, so you might not need it.” I wait for him to shoot me a teasing smile or chuckle, but he doesn’t. I’m not sure if he’s joking, but either way I don’t care. The idea of not being close to him after everything that’s happened is scary. I let it go for now.

“Do we have to go to the police station now?” I’m not ready to. I want to be alone with him as soon as possible.

“I think you know where we’re going.”

My whole body tingles with excitement. How can this be the most terrifying and best day of my life all in one? I went from having nothing and being on the run to having everything and never wanting to leave this place.

“I do.” I lean back in my seat. “I’m ready for you to make me yours.”

Smith presses harder on the accelerator as he glances over at me. “You’ve always been mine.”

Chapter Ten

SMITH

“Spread your legs,” I demand as I maneuver between cars on the highway. I’m on edge. I should be softer, sweeter right now, but I need us connected in the most basic way. To remind me that she belongs to me and no one can take her from me ever again. When I’m done there will be no having to tell anyone she’s mine. It will be all over her.

When she hesitates, I reach over and grab the edge of her skirt and shove it up. “Move your panties over and let me look at it.” She licks her plump lips, her eyes flashing with need that matches my own and reminding me that she likes it when I’m this way with her. It’s probably how she kept that cherry so long from those high school boys. They didn’t know how to handle her. I do, and I’ll be the only one to ever have that pleasure.

Her small fingers trail down to the edge of her panties as she slowly pulls the pale blue cotton to the side, revealing her glistening lips.

“Think you’ll breed me a boy first?” I ask, licking my own lips and wanting a taste of her. Her fingers twitch and I grip the steering wheel harder thinking about sinking my cock in that virgin cunt. “I want a taste.”

With her other hand she delicately places her first finger between her lips and rubs just a little before removing it and offering it up to my mouth. It’s shining with her desire and I inhale through my nostrils like a bull, trying to get the scent of her pussy in me.

When I open my mouth, she slides it in and I suck off her horny dew quickly. She lets out a small moan. “More,” I demand, and she does as I ask obediently.

This time she uses two fingers and rubs a little longer. I don’t miss her breath getting caught in her throat as she does it.

“Mine.” I reach out and grab her wrist as I bring her fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. I run my tongue between the two of them like I would her pussy lips and a small whimper comes from her. “I’m not going to make it until we get home.”

I release her wrist and angrily pull at the belt on my pants. I’m mad at how I have no control when it comes to her. Here I am making the demand, but she is the one who really holds the power over me. The taste of her cunt has driven me to the point of insanity and I won’t wait a second longer to have her. By the time I get my cock out she’s already over the console with her mouth open ready to suck me. I feel the warmth of her mouth wrap around my cock and I moan as I grab her hair with one hand and drive with the other.

“Goddamn, you eat dick like you were made to do it. Is that virgin pussy going to suck me off as good as your mouth?”

I feel her go down farther and suck harder as I encourage her. Her mouth is perfection. My hand releases her hair and goes to her ass, where I yank her skirt up and shove two fingers into her pussy. She’s dripping wet, but she makes a sound of shock around my dick. I can feel her grip me and my cock throbs to release. But I’ve got plans for the heavy load inside me and it’s to get her young womb pregnant.

“You’re ripe like a peach, kitten. I bet it only takes me one try to breed my baby in you,” I say, and I feel her squeeze me. Her mouth moves faster and her pussy drips as I tell her all the dirty ways I’m going to make her mine. “There won’t be any way for you to leave me when I’m done with you. I’ll make sure of it.”

I pull my fingers from her pussy and she whimpers at the loss, but her eager mouth is still sucking. When I lick my fingers clean, I pull out my cell phone and call my assistant.

She answers on the first ring and I don’t even bother with a greeting. “Have a case of pregnancy tests sent to my house.” When she confirms, I hang up and make the turn that gets us closer to home.

“I want them there and ready for you to try as soon as I’m done fucking you. I want a baby in you by morning and then I’m going to try and make it twins.”

I feel her lips move off my cock and kiss the tip as she looks up at me through her lashes. “I don’t think it works like that.” Her voice is husky from my dick being in her throat and I smile down at her.

“I don’t give a fuck how it works. Your pussy is mine now, and so is your womb. I’ll have you bred by morning.”

She nods, and I grab her chin before she starts sucking me again.

“I’m in charge of you now, Nora. I’m the man in your life forever. You’re going to make me a daddy, so if you want to call me that while my dick is in you, it will be our secret.”

I rub my thumb along her bottom lip, swollen from her sucking, and feel my dick harden.

“You’ll be mine to take care of and spoil like a little girl should be. But I’m going to have you when and where I want on any available surface at any time. I’m in charge, kitten, but we don’t have to tell anyone what goes on when I’m cumming in you.” She lowers her mouth, but before she does anything, I feel her lips move against the tip and she whispers, “Yes, Daddy,” before her hot little mouth begins to suck again.

My balls tighten at the endearment and I groan as I turn onto a side street. Fuck, I’m not going to make it home.

“I love hearing you say that, sweet girl.” The thick head of my cock is swelling with the need to cum, but I force it back as I pull into the driveway. “I know your real daddy wasn’t around and you’ve been lost without one. Now I can treat you how you deserve. I’m going to spoil you and give you everything your heart craves.”

I hit the button for the garage door to open, and when I pull in, I wait for it to shut. Once we’re enclosed in the dark, I fling open my door and pull her off of my cock and into my arms and I barrel into the house.

As soon as I kick the door closed behind us, I walk into the living room and lower her to the floor and ease myself down on top of her. I tug at her shirt until her tits are bare before me and I’m breathing heavy.

“I should take you to bed and pop your cherry like a gentleman, but I won’t wait a second longer to take what’s mine.” I yank at my shirt and toss it away from me as I push my pants over my ass and move between her legs. “Someone else might try to come in here and take it before I can get to it, and I won’t have that.” I grunt as I tug at her panties until the crotch rips away, leaving her bare pussy exposed to me. “Everyone knows the treasure you’ve got right here and I’ll die before I share it.”

I fist my cock as I push between her pink lips and then fall on top of her small body as I thrust inside her. I feel her pussy grip every inch of me. All the air leaves my lungs and relief hits me.

She cries out and I make soothing sounds as I kiss her lips softly and whisper how much I love her and how proud I am of her. Tears prick her eyes as her nails score my back, and I wish I could take this pain from her, but I can’t.

“Just think about how happy you’re making me,” I say, and she nods as she whimpers. “All I’ve ever wanted was to be inside you.” My mouth moves lower and I tongue her nipple. She gasps in pleasure when I suckle it like our baby would. “They’ll drink from right here and so will I.” Her nipple hardens and I rub my nose and lips against it. “You can’t forget to feed Daddy, too.”

My cock swells with excitement at the thought of her leaking cream from her tits while she sits on my dick.

“Oh god,” she groans, digging her fingers in my hair and gripping me tight. Her pussy contracts and I haven’t even moved yet.

I grunt as I pull out and then thrust back in. I’m making sounds like a bear as I ruck her legs up and move on her. I’m fucking her like a three-hundred-pound animal and I can’t stop. Her body softens and takes all that I give her as she whispers how much she likes it.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, and then she hesitates before she puts the final nail in my coffin. “I need you, Daddy.”

I lose all focus as my vision blurs and I rut on top of her. Cum is leaving me like a river now and I can feel her body, already full to capacity, trying to take as much as it can. It’s dripping down between us in a steady stream and I feel it coating the insides of her thighs and my balls.

I put my hand on her lower belly and think about what she’s going to look like walking around with my baby inside her. Will her hips widen? Will her pussy be more sensitive? I can’t wait to see how her body changes just for me.

My thumb lowers just a little and brushes across her clit. She cries out, and I suck on her nipple and hold myself inside her as her climax hits. I want every part of her pussy on my dick as she cums. I want her to feel it as I breed her and make her mine.

She tenses then cries out as her body takes over and she cums. I feel the hot cream in her pussy coat my cock and my forehead rests on her chest as I empty once again inside her. I’ve lost count how many times I’ve gone off inside her, but I have no intention of pulling out any time soon. Instead, I roll us over on the living room floor and begin to bounce her up and down.

“Smith, I think I need a second,” she says as she tries to sit up. Her arms are weak as she lies on my chest, and I kiss the top of her head.

“Shh. Just rest. I’ll take care of everything.” Her pussy clenches, wanting more, and I give it what it needs. “All you have to do is lie here, kitten. I’ll make sure you’ve got a baby when you wake up.”

She moans as her hands rub across my chest and her legs widen.

“I love you,” she says, kissing my chest. Then, just the barest hint of the word daddy at the end.

“I love you, too, Nora,” I say and feel myself smiling for the first time in a long time. She’s going to make all of my dreams come true.

Epilogue

NORA

Four months later…

I peek out of Smith’s office to see his assistant is gone. I smile, knowing this is my chance. I really should wait for him to be done with court, but these pregnancy cravings are no joke and I can’t stop thinking about that ice cream truck that parks outside the courthouse in the afternoons. I bet I can be in and out before Smith even gets done with court.

If he finds out, though, I’m going to be in big trouble. I fight a smile knowing the punishment will be to my liking. I’m not even sure it should be called punishment. More of a way for Smith to remind himself I belong to him and that he has some kind of control so he doesn’t go crazy.

Though I do enjoy his crazy. His obsessive need to be close to me. To let everyone know I’m his. Maybe it’s wrong that I even feed into it. I enjoy it after a life of growing up ignored. I don't care if it’s wrong. It works for us and we both get what we need.

Not only that, but Smith had been right. He’d got me pregnant that first night. He’d been right again when we found out I was having twin boys. We’re both getting the family we’ve always wanted. That’s all that matters. We don't care about what other people think about us. Not that it matters anyway. Smith and I being together has never been the issue I thought it might be. In fact, he came out the knight in shining armor, not only saving the girl but taking down dirty cops in the processes, along with my uncle’s law firm, which had been doing all kinds of illegal things. Including attempting to steal my trust money.

When the dust settled, everyone who belonged in jail was there and would be there for a very long time. If not forever by the time Smith was done with them. Things couldn't have worked out more perfectly. I’m even a little thankful for my horrible uncle. If it wasn't for him, I might not have ever met my Smith. I shake my head at my own thoughts, knowing one way or another Smith would have found me. I know it.

I step out of the office and head towards the front of the building. I try and keep my head down so no one sees me. Smith would laugh at the thought. He thinks everyone sees me. I swear the man thinks I walk around with a spotlight on me drawing everyone’s eye. I don’t see it, or maybe I don’t notice it, I guess.

I hear someone say my name, but I don’t look up. I keep moving, making my way outside and hope it wasn't one of the guards from the courthouse. They’d totally rat me out. I’m going to end up with a tracker back on my ankle over an ice-cream cone. When I see the truck, I know it’s worth it.

“Strawberry, please,” I tell the man. I pull out some money and set it on the ledge of the window. He turns back and hands me the ice-cream cone. I take a giant lick and moan as the taste fills my mouth. You’d think I hadn't eaten all day, but I had lunch not even an hour ago with Smith. Still, when a craving hits me, I can be unstoppable until I get what I want. I really think these boys are going to be a lot like their father.

“No charge,” the man says. I open my eyes, not realizing I’d even closed them. His eyes roam over me, then suddenly grow wide with fear. I don’t even have to turn around to know what he’s looking at. He puts his hands up, steps back from his window and shuts it. I have a feeling this ice cream truck isn’t going to sit here anymore. Dang it.

I turn around to see my husband standing there looking down at me. I give him the sweetest, most innocent smile that I can. “I got strawberry,” I tell him, holding up my ice cream.

“I hope it was worth it,” he drawls before I’m in the air and coming to rest in his arms, my ice cream hitting the ground.

“Hey!” I snip at him as he moves towards the courthouse. I would tell him he should put me down and that people will stare, but he won’t care. I think I even hear a few people laughing. Some think it’s funny how Smith acts around me. They say they never thought they’d ever see the day when he was chasing a wife around.

He wifed me before I even knew what was happening. Not that I was going to stop him. My center clenches thinking about it. My craving for ice cream leaves me and another one takes its place.

He slams his office door and I hear the lock click into place. Moments later his desk is cleared and I’m laid out on it for the taking.

“I think it’s time you gave Daddy his sweet treat since you already had yours.” I bite my lip, spreading my legs wide for him know what he wants to eat.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I couldn't help myself.” He raises an eyebrow at me, not believing I’m really sorry. He’s right. I’m not sorry at all.

“Daddy’s just going to have to make sure you have something to lick on before I leave you alone in my chambers so you don’t have those cravings while I’m gone. Make sure you get your fill,” he tells me as he undoes his slacks, pulling his cock out and stroking himself. I lick my lips when I see a drop of cum coat the tip. I want him in my mouth, but before I can try, he’s on me, taking what he wants and satisfying his own craving.

Me.

Epilogue

SMITH

Six years later…

“Nora!” I bark as I tear through the bedroom.

I’m naked and my dick is hard as a rock. I was in court all day and she was sending me dirty pictures and teasing me.

I stop abruptly when I hear her giggle and I narrow my eyes at the closet door. It’s late afternoon and the kids are at swim lessons, so we’ve got the house to ourselves.

When I stomp over to the door, I grab the knob and yank it open to find her standing there in what can only be described as a scrap of dental floss. She opens her mouth to speak, but I reach out and snatch her up and throw her over my shoulder before she can say a word.

“Judge!” she shouts when I toss her on the bed and rip away whatever material it is that’s on her.

“It’s in my way,” I grunt as I flip her over so she’s on her knees and I yank her ass to the edge of the bed. “This is what you get for sending me pictures of that tight little pussy while I’m working.”

I lick my fingers before I push them inside her, and I can feel how wet she is. I take them out and suck them clean because I can’t fuck her without the taste of her cunt on my tongue.

“But it was expensive,” she moans as I fill her up with one hard thrust and begin to ride her hard.

I grab her hair with both hands and growl as my cock swells inside her. “I’ll buy you a hundred of them if you let me get you pregnant again.”

When she leans down to stick her ass up in the air higher, I release her hair and grab her hips. She spreads them wider in invitation and she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“You want it, don’t you, kitten?”

She looks back at me over her shoulder and nods.

“Say it,” I growl as my cum leaks in anticipation of the words.

“Get me pregnant, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” I say through clenched teeth as I reach under her and pet her clit. The hard little button is ready to go off. “I bet you were home playing with yourself and thinking about this. Weren’t you?”

She whines as she nods and pushes herself harder against me. She’s tight and about to go off and I’m not far behind. I thrust deep and hold it there because I want to feel her squeeze all of me. When I circle her clit, she grips the sheets and cries out as she cums. I blanket her body with mine and bury my face against her shoulder as I cum on a loud roar. All day I was thinking about being inside her and it’s not over yet.

“Get on your back, kitten. I want those milky tits this time,” I say, and she blushes as she does what I ask.

I don’t know how she can be embarrassed by anything after all these years. I’m still just as desperate for her as I was the first time I saw her, and that’s never going to change.

When I slide back into her sticky warmth I grunt and begin to thrust. I want her at least two more times before we have to go, and I plan on getting in her ass, too. She likes to pretend that’s only for a special occasion, but if I keep her on edge long enough she begs for it.

“Mine,” I say as I kiss her lips then kiss my way down her neck.

“Yours,” she agrees as her legs wrap around me.

We both get what we want and then some as we make love. It might look dirty and rough from the outside, but at the root of us, that’s what this is. From the moment I first saw her to this moment now, I’m blinded by what I feel for her. It’s all-consuming because she’s given me my whole world and there’s nothing about finding her and making her mine that I would change.

THE END

Flight Risk

BY ALEXA RILEY

Sophia Adams has lived her whole life sheltered from the world. Her parents are workaholics, she goes to an all-girls school, and isn’t allowed outside the boundaries that have been set for her. So when she secretly gets a passport and packs a bag the day it arrives, she thinks all of her dreams are finally coming true. That is, until the airport security pulls her out of line and she discovers that maybe she’s more innocent than she thought.

Lincoln Gray owns everything he could ever want. And that includes the dark-haired beauty he catches sight of. One look at Sophia and he’s making sure she’s the carry-on he’s taking to his next stop. She’s too naive to travel the world alone, and luckily for her, he’s the one to protect her. He’s never been told no, and it’s not about to start now. How can a woman resist being given all she’s dreamed of?

Warning: This short story is insta-love faster than a Nighthawk (It’s the fastest plane in the world. Trust us, we Googled.) Make sure your tray tables are in their upright and locked position and your laptop is in a bin by itself. We’ve got a filthy little quickie ready to please!

Chapter 1

SOPHIA

I hold my passport tight in my hand, feeling like it’s my lifeline. It’s my chance to finally see the world. I only got it in the mail this morning, and afterwards I was practically running out the front door almost forgetting to say my goodbyes. Not that there was even anyone to say goodbye to besides Larsa. She’s been my nanny and caregiver my entire life, but she’s more of a mom to me than my own mother. She kissed me on both cheeks before reluctantly letting me go with tears in her eyes.

Both my parents are workaholics. They try to find time for me, but they always seem to love their jobs more. They own a law practice together, and I’m pretty sure I was a mistake late in life—one they thought for a moment they might want or could handle, but it turned out their money handled me for them.

I never went without though. I went to the best all-girls private boarding school in the States and had a trust fund that would never leave me lacking my heart’s desire. My parents want me to use it for college and maybe even become a lawyer like them. I’ve heard them say it many times over dinner—when they could manage to make it home in time for one. That was the natural plan for things, but they never asked me what I wanted to do. My parents talked at me, not to me.

Being like them was the furthest thing from what I wanted. Something about college scared me. I was always worried that maybe I’d get wrapped up in it and end up like them. I didn’t want to be a workaholic, but in all honesty, I don’t know what I want to do with my life. The one thing I know is I want some freedom. I want to see the world outside of my parents’ home and the walls of my school.

I want to see the places I’ve read about in history class. Meet boys and have love stories like the ones I’ve read in romance novels. The only outside world I know is from books or movies. We never traveled when I was growing up, and this is finally my chance.

I bite my lip as I look up at the departures screen to see what flights there are and where they are going. When I see one heading to Paris in four hours, my heart does a little leap. It’s the city of love.

I make my way to the counter and buy a ticket that costs a small fortune. The lady directs me to where I need to go next since I don’t have to check any bags. I only packed my backpack because I didn’t take much with me. I wanted to be able to get around as easily as possible. I have a checklist of places all over the world I want to go, and I know I can’t lug around a million things if I want to do that.

I wait in line to get through security, my excitement growing with each second. This is really happening. I’m going to Paris. I can’t believe it.

“Hey,” I hear someone say from behind me. I turn to see a boy who looks a few years older than me. He’s cute with short blond hair and blue eyes. He’s smiling at me, and I see a small dimple in his cheek.

“Hi,” I say back, feeling a little awkward.

“Where you headed?” he asks, glancing at the ticket in my hand.

“Paris.” I can hear the dreamy sigh in my voice. The millions of love stories I’ve read about this city dance through my head.

“Me too.” He gives me a little wink. I feel myself blush, not used to this kind of attention and feeling even more awkward.

“Next!” is barked at me, making me jump.

I turn back and see the line has moved and I’m up next. I rush up to the security box, handing the man my passport and ticket. He takes them from me and looks down at them.

The man looks intimidating. His head is shaved and the white shirt he’s wearing is stretched tight against his body. It shows off the muscles that could take almost anyone in a fight. Tattoos run down his arms, and I see them move with every flex of his hands. He puts my ticket and passport down, and I watch as he puts a finger to his ear. It’s then I see a small earpiece. I think he’s listening to someone. His eyes shoot up to me and stare for a moment. His cold eyes bore into me, and then they snap away.

He stands. “You need to come with me,” he tells me, picking up my passport and plane ticket.

I stand there shocked. Did I do something wrong? I glance back to the blond guy, whose eyebrows are raised as he watches what’s happening. I feel a little panic set in.

“I-I…” I stumble over my words, trying to think. “Is something wrong?”

“Ma’am, like I said, you need to come with me.” He reaches out to grab my arm, but stops suddenly right before his hand lands on me. He pauses for a moment. “This way.” He retracts the hand that was going to grab me and points in the direction he wants me to go.

I pause for a second but then decide to follow him. What choice do I have? His chest says Security on it and so does the badge he’s wearing. I’ve been taught to follow the law my entire life, and if this is the one thing standing between me and Paris, then I will follow him.

He uses a keycard to open a side door that leads down a long hallway. I follow him, staying silent as I watch him from behind. When we reach the end of the hall, we get to another door. He opens it, ushering me in. The only things in the room are a metal table and two metal chairs.

“Have a seat,” he tells me. I slip my backpack off and sit down.

He leans down and picks up my bag. I want to demand he give it back, but he’s striding from the room before I can say anything. The door shuts behind him, and I hear a lock click into place. Suddenly I’m alone and I have no idea what’s happening.

Maybe I should have listened to Larsa this morning and not left. She said I was too young, too naïve about the world. Maybe she was right, because I have no idea what’s happening right now.

Time ticks by as I wait and wait.

Finally, after what feels like forever, the door opens. Only it’s not the man from before who greets me. I thought the man who brought me here was intimidating, but this guy takes it to a whole new level. I feel the breath leave my lungs at the size of him.

Dark, intense eyes meet mine as he steps into the small room, making it seem even smaller. He shuts the door behind him, and the click of the lock echoes in the empty space. He takes a step toward me. He has to be over a foot taller than my five foot three. He’s enormous. His hair is dark and cut short, military style. His black button-up shirt makes it look like his muscles want to escape from it. Big, beefy arms pull tight against the material, and I’m surprised it doesn’t rip when he moves them. He screams Special Forces or something badass, and I feel my heartbeat pick up.

What is going on here? “Who was the boy behind you in line?” he asks. His voice is deep and holds an edge to it. I look at him in confusion.

“Who?” I hear the small tremble in my voice. His eyes narrow on me as he takes a step closer.

“The boy you were taking to in line.” He grits it out.

I stare up at him as he looms over me in my chair. He reaches out and grasps a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “He had blond hair,” he adds, not letting go of mine.

“I don’t know him,” I admit as it clicks who he’s talking about. Maybe all this is about him.

He drops my hair but keeps his eyes trained on me, making me squirm in my chair and I have to look away. His eyes are too intense to hold. I feel his finger come to my chin as he softly guides me to look back at him.

He strokes my chin gently before he grips it in a firm possessive hold. “Good, because you’re about to get to know me.”

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Contents

Judge

Copyright

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

Epilogue

Flight Risk

Chapter 1

Stalk the Author