by Kylie Hudson
His Prize Attorney
Kylie Hudson
A Billionaire BWWM Alpha Male BBW Romance (Hutton Brothers Book 1)
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to an actual person or persons, alive or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Dedicated to my loving family, (Heth and Bogie) thanks for all your patience and support.
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DESCRIPTION
Billionaire ROMEO HUTTON is the ultimate Alpha Male.
Redwood tree tall, with the chiseled body of a Greek God.
Women are his passion, and he simply loves them and leaves them.
Now, after a one night stand turns deadly, he is in the fight of his life - On trial for murder.
A Dominant, he is accustomed to getting what he wants – by any means necessary.
But he is facing a feared prosecutor. One who has never lost a case.
And she is a woman.
A woman that makes his heart race and the blood run hot in his veins.
Assistant District Attorney SORAYA GRIFFIN is thick and curvy.
A big, beautiful black woman, but a killer in the courtroom.
She takes no prisoners and has her sight set on making sure the cocky Billionaire ends up behind bars.
Soraya wants to wipe the cocky smirk off his handsome face.
Yet why does her body quake whenever he is near, and that tickle jolts between her legs?
Will sworn enemies give in to the undeniable attraction that is swirling in the courtroom? Or will the tough ADA and cocky billionaire end up at each other’s throat?
His Prize Attorney is a standalone, Billionaire BWWM Alpha Male BBW Romance Book, filled with steamy and sexy scenes, but with a HEA ending.
Absolutely no cliffhangers.
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Table Of Contents
CHAPTER 1
Romeo
Chapter 2
Soraya
CHAPTER 3
Romeo
CHAPTER 4
Soraya
CHAPTER 5
Romeo
CHAPTER 6
Soraya
CHAPTER 7
Romeo
CHAPTER 8
Soraya
CHAPTER 9
Romeo
EPILOGUE
Romeo
EPILOGUE
Soraya
CHAPTER 1
Romeo
She is impossible to believe.
A beauty so intoxicating, it’s a balm on my wounded soul.
Her ass is so fucking curvy and firm you could place a glass of water on it and not one drop would spill. And her skin is flawless, sensual and made for loving.
All I can think about is bending her over doggie-style and spanking her ass while I ravage her from behind.
And those pouty lips; Fuck, how I would enjoy nutting all over them as they slide over my cock.
“And don’t be fooled by his handsome face, immaculate clothes and boyish smile, Romeo Hutton is responsible for the death of Angela Blake. His brutish hands were the ones who snuffed her life out,” Manhattan Assistant District Attorney Soraya Griffin tells the jurors while turning around and pointing straight at me for dramatic effect.
Our eyes meet and for a moment I detect a hint of interest in that steely glare of hers. Somehow, her gaze lingers a tad too long as she bites her bottom lips. Her dark, almond eyes have an inquisitive look.
I have been seized by an uncanny sense of attraction since I first saw her at the pre-trial hearing in front of the Judge. I nearly blew my wad at the sight of her and ever since then my eyes have become enamored with her impressive frame and confident persona.
She bounced and swayed, delicious jiggles that caught my lustful eyes. There was a fierceness about the way she is built, a terrible attraction.
Her voice tugs at your heart-strings like waves crashing against the shore. Its tone is forceful, yet not condescending, and you can see the faces of the jurors drawn to her every word.
But don’t let her innocent and disarming appearance trick you, this ADA is a killer.
Soraya Griffin has got to be every accused man’s wet dream when they face her in the courtroom. I can just imagine all those poor bastards she has convicted jacking off in their jail cells, thinking about that big, round ass of hers. Hell, every man in the courtroom now probably has a boner from just looking at her in action.
So here I am on trial for Second Degree Murder and facing one of the most feared Assistant District Attorneys in the country; a prosecutor who has never lost a case, and all I can think about is the way she curves more than a winding road in the Swiss Alps and the pertness of her nipples resting atop those melons inside the slinky fabric of the blouse under her jacket.
Soraya is a dark African-American…strongly built. What you would call a big, beautiful woman: Tall, with meat on her bones. She’s erected like the proverbial brick shithouse, with thick thighs, ample tits and ass, but a tiny waist that makes her outrageously sexy.
I stifle a groan as the image of me rutting into her doggie-style careens inside my head.
Having concluded her opening remarks in what many are calling the ‘Trial of the Century’, The People versus self-made real estate billionaire Romeo Hutton, Soraya walks over toward her seat. No, make that fucking sashays, her shapely ass bouncing from one side to the other and her long, black legs set inside expensive designer heels, seeming to reach all the way to the sky. Her hair is at shoulder length and eyelashes flutter with a sensual quality that leaves a man weak in the knees.
Shit Romeo, get a grip. This girl is the fucking enemy. I should be thinking about planning her fucking funeral, instead of wanting to pull up her tight skirt, lean her over the desk and fuck her until she screams and calls me daddy.
A hand taps me on the shoulder. “You can’t be thinking what I think you are thinking,” Doug Marshall, my defense attorney and a childhood friend says, looking at me wild-eyed.
“What?” I ask.
“Thinking about fucking her,” Doug whispers, shielding his hands in case there are any lip readers in the courtroom. “I have seen that look in your eyes too many times to not know what’s going through that warped mind of yours.” My lawyer looks at her admonishingly. “Don’t be fooled by her gorgeous looks, Soraya Griffin is an animal in the courtroom. She shows no mercy. This woman would send her own mother to jail if she were sitting where you are right now.”
I try not to chuckle, aware that members of the jury have their eyes on me, gauging my every reaction. I was told not to look too frivolous in the courtroom, so I revert to my most charming countenance.
My eyes scanning the scene in front of me, I take another peek at the ADA who has donned her reading glasses and is skimming through some papers on the table in front of her. She is a big, beautiful goddess of desire. Then her head turns and her e
yes wander in my direction, as if aware that mine are trained on her. She holds my stare for a second too long, before returning to the papers in front of her.
A wry smile creases my face and I direct my stare to the pretty young redhead sitting in the jurors’ box. Ever since the trial started this morning she has been making gooey eyes at me. Fuck, the other women of the jury, both old and young, all seem to have their gazes fixated on me.
I tend to have that effect on women, but in this instance the only woman I want planting her eyes on me is the one concentrating on putting my ass in the slammer for a crime I didn’t commit.
Damn it, I may be guilty of a lot of things in this life, but killing that young girl was not one of them. Angela Blake, that was her name, had approach me at the bar of the ritzy Shamrock Hotel where I had just concluded a high-powered meeting with some clients who wanted to invest in one of my upcoming real estate projects. I was just taking a sip of Glenlivet and enjoying the scotch splashing against the back of my throat, when this beautiful, young supermodel-type sat beside me at the bar, fluttering her long, sultry lashes, and crossing her legs which seemed guilty of too many hours doing sit-ups in the gym. Shit, the brief sight of those pink thong panties, plus I had had one too many, and having not had any pussy in a few days, in no time my cock was buried in her tender cunt in a room at the hotel.
The next day the cops were all over my place, informing me that Angela had been strangled in the hotel room and I had been the last person seen with her. A few days later I was arrested and charged, as my DNA was all over the place, including under her fingernails and my semen found all over her vagina.
This was simply bullshit, but the media had been all over the case and now here I am facing a Second Degree Murder charge, against a District Attorney with political ambitions, who would make me the sacrificial lamb for his quest to sit in the Governor’s mansion. With Angela being a black woman, the District Attorney had placed his prize attack dog, black ADA Soraya Griffin, as the lead prosecutor.
Yeah, ADA Griffin, the one they call The Iron Lady because of her uncompromising toughness in the courtroom. The undefeated prosecutor who is looking to send me up for a long stretch at Rikers Island.
Doug Marshall rises from his seat, walks over to the jurors and coolly rests his arms on the wooden rail in front of them. He flashes that boyish smile of his which has been known to disarm many a prosecutor, witnesses and jurors. Because, make no bones about it, my friend is the best criminal defense lawyer money can buy, and he’s the reason I am confident I will win this case.
Doug fucking hates losing, just like me.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, now look over at my client – a successful businessman, who has come from rags to riches so to speak. A philanthropist who has contributed to the less fortunate in his community and has never been in trouble with the law – now, is that the face of man who would kill a defenseless woman?” Doug asks with his usual pomp and pageantry.
All eyes in the courtroom turn toward me, including ADA Griffin, who has a thoughtful expression on her face; her teeth jammed into her bottom lip. Again our eyes meet in a sort of playful dalliance.
Fuck, how I want to splash my come over those lips.
Doug again turns his laser-sharp eyes toward the jurors. “The prosecution will tell you that my client met a beautiful woman, took her to a hotel room, had rough sex with her and in the process strangled her.” He pauses for effect, gives me a wry smile and continues. “Now, we will concede that women tend to find my client rather attractive, as he is a handsome man, is he not?” Doug glares at ADA Griffin. “And yes, my client does engage in rough sex from time to time, but I am sure some of you on the jury may also have that inclination.”
There is a rising murmur in the courtroom and the Judge bangs his gavel insistently and shouts for order. “But enjoying rough sex does not make him a killer,” my attorney says, before wrapping up his opening statement shortly after.
Doug takes his seat and I give him a pat on the back. “Man, you are freaking good,” I tell him, to which he smiles knowingly.
“That’s why you’ll pay me the big bucks,” Doug says with a smirk. “But don’t get complacent, ADA Griffin is going to come at us with all guns blazing and we had better try and find someone else to pin this killing on, and fast.”
Looking over my shoulder, I see the handsome features of my brothers Noah and Tanner, both with worried frowns displayed across their faces. We had all grown up in the same tough Bronx neighborhood, and after our deadbeat father deserted us and mom got hooked on crack, we pretty much worked together as a team to survive. Now they are part of my business empire. These two guys have got my back.
The courtroom is beginning to empty out after the day’s fireworks. It’s a good thing they are not allowing any media in the trial, so I can relax and exchange a few words with Noah and Tanner, all the while keeping an eye on ADA Griffin. She has packed her bags and is slowly making her way out of the courtroom.
Shit, I need to get close to her, even if just to see what she looks like up close and personal. To savor the aroma of her femininity. Not since my first love Toya’s tragic death has a woman affected me the way ADA Griffin has, and I guess I know why – She is almost a dead-ringer for the one and only love of my life so far.
She strolls through the door of the courtroom and I hustle after her. I can see the look of dismay on Doug’s face. He knows me and can sense my impulsiveness.
ADA Griffin is making her way alone to the elevator which has just opened its door. She steps inside, and just as the door is about to close, I jump in beside her. The elevator door slams shut and I can see a look of disbelief in her eyes at the fact that I am alone in an elevator with her.
Damn it, Griffin is even more beautiful up close. Big, dark almond eyes; like liquid pools of molten lava. The kind of eye a man could get lost staring into.
She fidgets with her case and then looks at me, eyes bulging and chest heaving, as her breath comes out in small gasps. My eyes trail to the inside of her jacket which is unbuttoned and I notice her swollen nipples sticking through the thin fabric of her blouse. Conscious of my eyes, she pulls the jacket over her tits and gives me an evil glare.
“Oh my, if it isn’t Assistant District Attorney Griffin herself,” I say, a cocky smile on my face.
Griffin rocks her head from side to side and subconsciously runs her fingers through her dark hair which cuts at her shoulders. “If it isn’t Mr. Rough Sex himself, Romeo Hutton,” she says sarcastically, a smirk on her face.
I raise my hand in mock salute. “Guilty as charged. But not of murder.”
“You should not be talking to me without your attorney present, Mr. Hutton,” she snorts. “Don’t you know anything you say to me can be held against you?”
Running my tongue over my lips, I look her straight in the eye. She matches my glare, not flinching for one moment. “I saw you in the courtroom and you looked so different from how people had described you, that I had to come and meet you in person,” I chime. Glancing at the elevator numbering, I see I am running out of floors, so I reach over and press the buttons for every single floor.
ADA Griffin looks at me coolly, nothing seems to rattle her. “Now why did you go and do that? Now it will take forever for us to get out of here.”
Moving closer to her, I manage a wry smile. “I think that’s the idea. Now I have you to myself for a few more minutes.”
“You know once the elevator stops at every floor other people will get in, don’t you?”
“I’ll tell them we are on an emergency and close the door on them.”
“Mr. Hutton, you are a crazy man.”
“I would rather you call me Romeo. And yes, crazy about an oh-so-fine ADA I just met.”
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Hutton?”
“Call me Romeo, just Romeo.”
The ADA takes a deep breath and studies my face, as if trying to figure out if I am for real.
“I thought you would have horns and look like a dragon, the way they described how tough you were,” I say, feeling her hot breath against my neck. She may be tall, about five ten, but standing at six five I dwarf her.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Hutton.”
“Romeo. Call me R O M E O. And I wasn’t disappointed, you are simply gorgeous Soraya. May I call you Soraya? I think you look so hot when you are addressing the jurors.” Despite herself, she blushes up a storm and her breathing quickens. I am definitely having an effect on this queen of a woman standing in front of me, her large voluptuous body reacting to my presence. Her elegant, swan-like throat is just begging for my lips.
“So you think I am gorgeous, Romeo?” She finally says my name. “That girl you strangled, wasn’t she gorgeous too?”
I take a deep breath and try and convince her with my eyes. “I did not kill her. We had rough, crazy sex yes, and she loved it. When I left her she was sleeping peacefully after a wonderful orgasm and very much alive.”
Soraya bites her bottom lip at the mention of rough sex, and for the first time her eyes drift to the floor, unable to hold my gaze any longer.
“As I said Soraya,” I pronounce her name as sexy as I can. “I am not guilty and I would love for us to discuss the matter further over drinks or dinner…my place or yours.”
The elevator is almost at the ground floor so I take out a business card and extend my hand to her. “This has my private number. Why don’t you call me and we do dinner or drinks some time?”
Listen, faint heart never won fair lady. I am definitely not one of a faint heart and this lady is fine as fuck, with a Gothic quality that reminds one of the doomed heroines of old.
Soraya’s eyes are on fire and she looks at me as if I am crazy.
Shit, the elevator finally opens on the ground floor and she steps outside. “It was nice taking to you, Romeo.” She finally smiles. “But next time please have your lawyer present if you want to talk to me.”
