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JUDGE
“Tell me your name,” the blonde in my arms moaned against my lips.
I didn’t answer her. She would know my name soon enough, but not now, and not tonight. Tonight, I didn’t want to talk. I wanted her to give herself to me. She needed to let me use her body the way I had been imagining since the moment I had first laid eyes on her. Three weeks of watching her every move, finding out her schedule, her weaknesses. Everything I could about her.
I needed all the information I could get on Taylor Lawson, and I always got what I wanted. But I couldn’t deny that I wanted something else as well. The moment I saw her, blonde hair piled on top of her head, face alight with a smile as she greeted a customer – I had known that killing her was going to be my very last resort. I wanted her. In my bed, under me. Any way that I could. And I always got what I wanted.
Always.
There was more than one way to deal with my upcoming murder trial. And the jurors that would, in theory, decide whether I spent the rest of my days locked away in a British prison. Not that it would actually happen, of course. I’d been through this before. Nothing ever stuck. And this time wouldn’t be different. As long as I could get Taylor under control. So far, no one could find any dirt on her. There was nothing she desperately wanted or needed. No way to buy her.
Which left me with only two options. Option one, kill her, and I didn’t particularly want to do that. Even a man like me had a line he was unwilling to cross. True, it was a fairly new line. But it was still one that I was going to stick to, at least for now. The other option was more to my liking.
Fisting her long blonde hair, I yanked her head back, dragging her lips from mine at an almost painful angle. With my other hand, I used the key card to open the hotel room door. I walked her backwards, my eyes never leaving her face. With her half–parted lips and hooded eyes, Taylor was so lost in lust that she didn’t even realise what a dangerous situation she was in. She didn’t realise who I was, and why would she? I made it a priority to keep my face out of the papers. I faded into the background until I chose not to. Taylor saw me as nothing but a darkly handsome man who she wanted to spend the night with.
I forced her head back a little further as I kicked the door shut behind me, and her pink mouth opened in a little ‘o’, all glistening lips and breathy need. There were a million things I could imagine doing to that little mouth. And she would let me. I already knew that.
Tightening my grip, I brought my lips to the long expanse of her throat. “No names, not tonight,” I growled against her sweet smelling skin.
She didn’t argue back. Her mouth was too busy drawing in great gasping breaths to form words. But she nodded her head.
“Tonight, you're all mine.” I suctioned my lips on the sensitive pulse point just under her ear. “Are you going to be mine tonight?” It was a question, but I didn’t expect an answer. We both knew who was in charge. Unassuming of how I might look at first glance, I only needed to open my mouth to a woman, and she knew what she was in for. No woman who shared my bed was ever in charge. They either gave themselves to me completely or I didn’t touch them.
Taylor knew this. She could feel I was dangerous, but she had no idea just how dangerous I was. And for tonight, at least, she wouldn’t.
She nodded her head eagerly.
“Arms above your head,” I ordered sharply. She hesitated a second, and I forced myself to soften my voice. I had to remind myself that I wasn’t with my usual type of woman. And I had a job to do here. Failure wasn’t an option.
Kissing a wet trail down her throat, I ran my fingers down her arms. Curling them around her wrists, I lifted her arms above her head. “Trust me, it's going to be good for you.” I met her eyes with mine, smiling through the lust that was threatening to overcome me. “Tonight is going to be so good that it will change your life.”
Taylor giggled, obviously thinking I was bragging. But I wasn’t the type of man who bragged. If I said it, then it was true. Taylor would realise soon just how true my words were.
“Please tell me your name, I feel…”
I didn’t let her finish. I crashed my mouth back to hers, silencing her, and this time I crushed her against the hardness of my chest and the door. Trapping her with her hands powerless above her head. I ground into her.
“You feel nothing but me, T…” I almost slipped up and said her name. A mistake that would cost me more than I was willing to give. She couldn’t know who I was, or that I knew everything about her and had been watching her for weeks. There was enough time for that later. “Turn around.”
Her brown eyes widened slightly, not because she had picked up on my mistake, but because she was as turned on as I was. I almost laughed. It was always the sweet–looking ones, the ones you least expected, that were the biggest freaks.
“Turn around, put your hands flat on the door.” Running my hands down her sides, I cupped her small breasts under the material of the black dress she was wearing. Just hard enough to make her let out a breathy little moan. I did it again, because the noises she was making were addictive. “Let me look after your needs.”
Taylor liked my firmness, but it was the softness in my voice that made her turn. Her legs were shaking so much that I had to steady her so she didn’t fall from her ridiculously high heels. Stepping back, I watched her settle into position.
Damn. She took my breath away in a manner that was totally foreign.
She was just so…perfect.
Not just her looks, but her whole being. I had been around women who shone with a light that screamed good before. But I had never taken one into my bed. Taylor was good. Every part of her. It almost made me feel bad for sullying her light with my darkness. But not enough for me to stop. Even if she hadn't popped up on my radar as one of the potential jurors, even if I had just seen her walking past me in the street, I would have pursued her. She would have always ended up here. Her hands pressed against the door of my hotel room, and her legs quivering with anticipation of what I was about to do to her.
Some things were just meant to be.
Slowly, I stepped forward. Running my hand under her long blonde hair, I massaged her neck for a second. She was nervous. Quivering with it. “Relax.” Sliding my hand down her back, I traced the line of the zip that adorned the back of her dress, from the neckline to her perfectly small, round ass.
The zip slid down easily, baring a slim back and the tiniest glimpse of black lace panties. I growled low in my throat at the sight of them. The dark lace against her skin looked so good, like a beacon I couldn’t look away from, and I needed to see more. I forced her arms down just long enough to slide the now gaping dress from her shoulders. The material slithered to her feet.
“Beautiful.”
