by Kylie Hudson
Suddenly, I feel his hand on my shoulder and I freeze.
My freaking body shuts down.
I can feel his gaze burning with such intensity that it causes my soul to quiver.
Nerves flutter in my belly, as just the touch of his hand his causing me to feel as if I have been branded with a searing piece of iron.
Cold terror grips me in its icy embrace.
Icy tendrils rob me of action, freezing me on the spot.
This combination of fire and ice is depriving me of my will to protest his unnerving presence.
“Soraya…” his baritone husks my name, vibrating through my very core. I can do nothing but sit, paralyzed with apprehension at the unpredictable nature of this Greek god.
Romeo’s fingers squeeze my collarbone, causing my entire body to tingle. Were it any other man, at any other place, I would hastily brush away the fingers, but with Romeo I find myself powerless to react.
Just the sensuous stroke of his fingers is jolting my senses.
Now I feel two fingers sliding down the small of my back in a hungry hello, while tracing the contours of my spine. Despite it being uncomfortable, my body softens, welcoming his touch. His fingers are hard, but surprisingly gentle, and all I can do is sit and stare ahead blankly.
Imagine me, the hard, tough-as-nails Soraya Griffin, totally discombobulated and unable to brush off a mere man.
Romeo’s fingers continue their search mission, lazily wandering up and down my spine, causing my back to arch in response to his touch; my body taut in anticipation ….anticipation of what I do not know.
I can feel his power play under his fingers.
Suddenly, I feel both his hands clamp down possessively on my shoulders, fingers pressing deep. Somehow, just this simple untamed touch is awakening the woman in me.
Shit, what if someone walks in and sees his hands on my shoulder. What would they think? Yet, the very thought is electrifying me in a perverse manner that I never imagined I had in me.
“Don’t move,” I hear his voice say gruffly; his words sounding more like passionate grunts.
“Why…?” I begin to protest feebly, but I know I am his to command, and I sit in silence as I hear the lock being twisted, closing the courtroom door, and the light switch being turned off, leaving the room in malevolent darkness.
I quiver in fear.
Fear of the unknown.
Fear of what Romeo Hutton is capable of, even here in the very courtroom in which he is on trial for murder.
All my senses are telling me to stand up, open the door and get the hell out of dodge.
This is insane. I can’t be in a compromising situation with the man I am trying to send to prison.
Then he is back standing behind me and my stomach muscles clamp as his fingers close around my neck, stroking my jugular.
All hell breaks loose inside my body. “Romeo, you have to stop that,” my words die, becoming breathy moan instead. “What if someone comes in?”
His breathing is also becoming labored. “No one will come near the door, I have taken care of that,” he says with an air of certainty.
I dare not ask him how he is so confident of that fact. I do not want to know what law this man has broken.
Romeo’s fingers are pressing down on my carotid arteries ever so gently. His caresses are igniting something in me, something I had thought long dead.
Then in the dim light of the courtroom I make out his powerful body fitted against the back of my neck. There is a hardness pressing against me that causes a rush of my feminine juices down to my sex, and I begin to quiver, nostrils flaring.
Oh my goodness, how just the mere presence of this man is turning me on. “What are you doing, Romeo. This is crazy.” I hear my voice come out in a grunt.
His dick is rubbing against my back, more insistent than before. “What I wanted to do last night.”
“We can’t…and certainly not here.”
“All day I have been watching you move around this room and all I could think of was pulling up your skirt, bending you over your desk and fill you with my cock,” he tells me gruffly. “I am going to fuck you right here in the courtroom, so you will remember me every day during this trial.”
“No, you can’t. This is crazy,” I try to protest, but I know it will be to no avail. I cannot resist him and as crazy as it sounds, the thought of sex in the court room is causing my poor heart to palpitate.
I am his.
And he knows it.
Romeo’s touch is electric, his confidence supreme. This man is an Alpha Male that will brook no nonsense.
I am powerless and trapped in this lion’s lair.
His hands are now stroking my ribs, then moving up to my breasts. My body quakes and my bosom heaves. My nipples harden and my panties become soaked.
My body has become a refuge for his roving hands. I am feeling goosebumps all over my flesh as his touch whispers over me. Blood throbs in my veins with a scarlet web of desire.
Then his finger slowly teases my taught nipples and the glow of desire becomes a bonfire of lust that consumes me. Every bit of my core lights up with the burning, urgent need to feel more; more of his talented fingers all over my body.
This is madness, but I am powerless to stop him.
I am mad with lust. Mad for him and all his body promises to offer. And my yearning has now become an emotional hunger that cannot be denied.
I am going to be destroyed by this animal…this beast…and in my own courtroom of all places.
My carnal desires can no longer be denied.
All those years of pent-up sexual frustration and longing come surging forward.
This is their time.
Their moment.
The devil inside me is now loose and has come to claim his pound of flesh.
I am now obeying my lust, and consequences be damned.
As he tweaks my nipples between his thumb and forefinger the ache between my thighs grows more and more insistent.
I should run.
I have glimpsed the danger simmering under his seemingly cool façade
Romeo Hutton is a dangerous man.
But yet it is this danger about him that is drawing me in, threatening to consume me.
Oh my goodness, I am dying. Hot cream is coating the opening between my thighs. My body is betraying me, spilling out a wet welcome at his touch.
I suck in air, gasping for release.
“Romeo…oh Romeo,” I hear myself moaning as he cups my breasts in his strong hands, sending fire through my belly. He is stroking my melons through the fabric of my blouse as I squirm in my seat.
Suddenly, he begins to take off my jacket and I lean forward allowing it to fall easily off my shoulders. Next, his insistent fingers open the buttons of my blouse and his hands wander inside like dark intruders, slipping aside the cups of my bra and stroking my flesh.
“Ahh…oh shit,” I pant. “Romeo, why are you doing this to me? This is so wrong.”
His fingers squeeze my breasts harder. “Do you want me to stop?”
My body is burning up. “No…No, don’t stop.” There, I said it. I have given a killer the passport to my body, to do as he pleases.
Romeo Hutton pulls me to my feet as if I am but a twig and turns me around until finally I am facing him, looking him squarely in the eyes. They are dark…filled with lust and desire, and I know he is going to spear my flesh right here in the courtroom no matter what I say.
Romeo touches my lips with a playful finger. “You are such a magnificent flower waiting to be plucked,” he whispers, eyes burning into mine and his finger tracing the delicate softness of my lower lips. Then he pulls me into his arms and I feel the power of his magnificent body. He is hard as a rock and so tall I barely reach his mouth, so he reaches down and his lips claim their prize.
His mouth is on mine, without words telling me that I am his, and I tremble in his arms as the raw masculinity of his lips force mine open, demanding…crushing.
Shit, this is a kiss to end all kisses. Romeo Hutton is kissing away all my doubts and fears; showing me he is in charge and everything will be fine.
My mouth opens, welcoming his tongue which snakes inside and spar with mine. Together our tongues engage in a sexual tango, thrusting, sparring.
I am swooning from the thumping in my chest as my heart rattles like that of a drum. He grabs my ass roughly and pulls me closer. His hands knead my buttocks, causing flames to leap inside, burning me to a crisp. My sex is wet and clenching. My womanly canal moist and flowing… wanting, no needing his organ sliding through.
His kisses are hard, then soft, then hard again. Romeo gives my lower lips a hungry nibble and mouth slides down my throat, gently biting my neck. “Please, no hickeys, Romeo,” I wheeze.
“I will fucking give you a hickey if I so fucking desire,” he shoots back, eyes wide and dismissive.
“Okay,” I croak. He is the master, and this accomplished, confident woman, has to yield to his power.
“I am sorry I can’t get to see you naked this time; but next time,” he grunts, eyes glinting. “I can’t wait any longer. I have to fuck you now.”
Romeo roughly turns me around until my back is facing him. He kisses and bites the back of my neck, causing loud explosions to emanate from my throat. I am groaning and moaning and panting like a woman possessed as he bends me over, forces my chest down on the desk and hikes up my skirt over my ass.
“Oh my goodness…right here?”
“Yes, right here. I am going to pound your little lawyer pussy right now.”
Romeo reaches between my crotch and with one powerful move tears off the tiny G-string panties I am wearing, putting it in his pocket like a victor claiming his trophy. No, I am now his prize.
I am his prize attorney.
I can feel his hand unzipping his pants and my body freezes in anticipation as he grips my ass, pulling me closer, giving my butt cheeks a hard squeeze. My ass is huge, but he is caressing it as if worshipping at its altar. As a big woman, I am filled with pride. This man adores my flesh. The flesh he is about to claim.
Suddenly, I feel the hot slap of his hands on my ass cheeks, burning my flesh. “Uggg,” I whimper, aroused by his show of savagery.
I have been afraid of sex, ever since I had been molested by an uncle at just fifteen years old. It’s something I never shared with my parents, as I knew my dad would kill him. And because of that incident I have stayed away from men and sex ever since.
Until now, that is.
Romeo Hutton has blasted away my fears, and now I am trembling in anticipation of finally having a real man claiming me as his prize.
Unexpectedly, his hand reaches between my thighs, clasping my sex. I have a pronounced mound and his breath hitches as he caresses all of my womanhood. Finally, he is touching the most womanly part of me.
I want to crawl up the ceiling.
I want to shout and scream as his finger touches my clit, gently stroking my little nub and I groan with such force that he has to clamp his free hand over my mouth. “Ugg,” I grunt over and over as he slowly rubs my clit, dipping his finger in my wetness and stroking me over and over.
There is a tickle in my tummy and my sex is clenching and unclenching at such an alarming rate that I know if he keeps this up I am going to coat his fingers with my love cream - come all over his hand.
Now he slides one finger inside me and I feel his maleness pressing against my ass. “Shit,” I groan.
“Damn you are a tight one for such a big girl,” he grunts. “Almost like a fucking virgin.”
“It’s a long story,” I whimper. “I’ve only had one dick before you.”
That seems to incense Romeo. “An almost virgin pussy,” he says between clenched teeth, his swirling fingers opening me wide, snaking inside and caressing a fleshy area to the front of my sex. I convulse, pleasure I have never felt before shattering me into tiny pieces. Moisture beads and drips between my legs, but alas he withdraws his fingers, licking my juice off his with his tongue. “No…no,” I protest, but I am silenced as he kneels, and I feel a hot tongue running over my sex from behind, licking me like a cat. I press against him and wail, all my pent-up frustration and insecurities bursting forth. My knees wobble, but Romeo keeps sucking my sex, sliding his tongue inside me, screwing me with his tongue.
No man has even put his mouth on me before. It is a delicious and indescribable feeling as his tongue circles my drenched bud, teasing and licking the folds of my sex. His tongue has found my trigger and is firing off little bursts inside me, sending me spinning into pleasure’s arms.
I know I am about to come, but like an expert at lovemaking, Romeo stands up and starts pulling out his dick. I am bending over the desk, ass in the air, panting. He uses one of his massive hands to hold my wrists together while the other frees his monster from its hidden lair.
He is ready to plunder my treasure and I tense and hold my breath waiting for his assault.
Romeo parts my thighs. My opening is throbbing for him, wet and ready and begging for him to slide inside me and make me a complete woman. He briefly pauses at my pearly gates then pushes inside. At first his monster dick is unable to enter. “Fuck,” he lets out a bearish growl. “Are you sure you are not a virgin?”
But before I can answer, he gives a mighty thrust and his dick is sheathed inside my wet canal. I see stars and it hurts at first, but that is soon replaced by a feeling of euphoria.
Romeo holds still for a moment, his dick pulsing in my sex as I clasp him. I am burning and moaning as he slowly pushes more of his horse-dick inside me, causing me to squirm against him, wanting to feel him completely inside me.
His rigid shaft is stroking the furnace of my loins that is hot, wet and quivering.
Then he starts pumping in and out in a sensual rhythm, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Shit, this is a feeling I never knew existed. It is so freaking intoxicating. I am drifting on a cloud as Romeo releases my hands, grabs my ass and thunders inside me. It’s pain mixed with pleasure, but I quiver and clench him with my womanhood.
Friction on friction, we pummel each other to the edge. His dick so big and delicious, rendering me to a mass of sobbing flesh. My body is awash with overlapping waves of pleasure as I bow to this alien sensation. My toes curl and my back arches as I feel a climax building up, from my toes to the insides of my tummy. His rough and savage plundering is sending me into heaven and hell at the same time.
Waves of pleasure hit me and I blubber. “Shit…oh shit…you are killing me. I am cumin…”
“Yes, this is my closing argument, counselor,” Romeo croaks, banging me with such force the table almost collapses under us.
My orgasm crates like an ocean wave, a tumbling wave ripping through my core. A bone -tingling orgasm that renders me helpless. Heart pounding, body quivering, I see stars and feel fire.
Suddenly, Romeo lets out a howl and with one last savage thrust unloads his seed inside me. I can feel him spurting and throbbing as his orgasm overtakes him. Jets of his come spray my insides, coating my walls with his thick semen; painting my insides as if claiming me as his. My sex milks him of every last drop. I feel like I have been broken into tiny pieces and put back together again.
I have broken every rule of my profession and I know not what tomorrow will bring.
I may have to recuse myself from this case. But for the moment, I am bent over the courtroom desk, Romeo’s sperm sliding down my thighs and I am the happiest I have ever been.
The ghost of my molestation has been banished.
Romeo has made me a whole woman again, and for that I am thankful.
CHAPTER 5
Romeo
If I was on a high from fucking my prosecutor’s brains out, I am quickly brought back to the sobering reality of the magnitude of the charges I am facing, when Doug calls a meeting of the Hutton brothers inside our private conference room.
My normally unflappable attorney ap
pears a trifle rattled as he paces the carpet of the expensively furnished room at the magnificent headquarters of Hutton Enterprises in Manhattan. We are on the top floor of the sixty-five story building which bears my moniker on the name plate.
“I received a notice this morning that a cell phone belonging to the victim was found in a dumpster close to the hotel,” Doug says, his brows arching. “A text message was retrieved from the phone, from the deceased to her sister, saying she was in the bathroom and very scared, as you, Romeo, wanted to have sadistic sex with her and if she refused she feared for her life.”
I can feel the blood boiling in my vein. “That’s hogwash,” I fume, for once losing my cool. “I remember her going into the bathroom, but at no time was there any tension between us. As I said, she was the initiator of the sex and the pick-up.”
Tanner and Noah both exchange glances. “So do you think someone is trying to set you up, big bro?” Tanner asks. “Something doesn’t seem right here.”
The same fucking thought has suddenly crossed my mind. All along I just figured that the case against me was circumstantial at best, but now, as the pieces begin to fall into place much too perfectly against me, my sixth sense is telling me that I was set up. But by whom and for what reason?
Doug waves his hands around, trying to catch our attention. “And it gets worse. The defense says they have the sister who just came forward as a witness, and will testify that earlier in the evening the deceased had called from a private phone to tell her about the billionaire who was trying to pick her up and would not take no for an answer.”
Noah’s face turns ashen. “This is fucking bullshit, Romeo,” he explodes. “Someone’s definitely messing with you man.”
Someone is indeed fucking with me, and we need to get to the bottom of it and fast, for even though I fucked the ADA, she will show me no mercy in court. That I am sure about.
“I am going to have my investigators working overtime running down any leads,” Doug strokes his small but neat moustache.
