Page 1 of Judgment Day

PROLOGUE

Then

age 19

Moonlight filtered through the canopy of branches. Tree roots dipped in and out of the ground like long, thick fingers gripping the earth—like hands clenched in sheets. A faded tapestry of once-golden leaves blanketed the ground. I’d always been fascinated by the forest. Ancient. Timeless. Peaceful. The perfect place to hide. The perfect place to get lost. The moss-covered bark of these towering giants held a lifetime of secrets. I wanted to be a keeper of secrets, too. One day I would be. Just like my father.

In the distance, beyond the thick grove of trees, my parents were throwing a party for my nineteenth birthday. Echoes of lights and music floated from our estate, down the hill and through the woods. The party was more for them than for me. I didn’t need forced smiles and fake salutations.

I needed this.

Her.

I needed long blonde hair, creamy-white skin, and bright red lips. Her back pressed against a thick Scots Pine, clouds of hot breath dancing in cold air and the feel of her thighs beneath my fingertips as I slid my hand up her leg, bunching up her light pink dress. The heat of her pussy through thin white panties as she widened her stance, allowing me to step between her legs. The sweetest fucking moan cutting through the crisp night air when I pressed into her, rubbed against her. My cock strained against my zipper, so hard it was almost painful.

Dry-humping Sadie was almost as good as actually fucking Sadie.

And so much better than an uptight gathering of elite socialites—including a morally corrupt king who kept staring at my girl like he wanted to devour her.

Fuck him.

She was mine.

Mine to stare at.

Mine to worship.

Mine to devour.

Her back arched, and her head fell back against the tree, exposing the delicate column of her neck. An offering I gladly took. I ran my nose along her throat and inhaled a deep breath, pulling her scent into my lungs. My very own aphrodisiac.

“We should go back inside before they notice we’re gone.” Her voice was soft, delicate, feminine. And breathless.

Those words were a lifetime of proper etiquette and obedient grooming spilling from her lips. But I knew she didn’t mean them. She needed this as much as I did.

“Then let them notice.” I grabbed the nape of her neck in one hand and scraped my teeth along her jawline, stopping at the corner of her mouth.

“It’s your birthday, Grey. Your party.” Her breath danced with mine.

I slid my other hand to the front of her throat and brushed my thumb over her bottom lip. “And you’re my gift. Now why don’t you be a good girl and open up for me.”

Her mouth obeyed, lips parting and inviting me in. Our tongues crashed, and I feasted on her. Bruised her mouth with my own. Smeared her lipstick all over her pretty face. She fisted her hands in my button-up shirt and moaned in my mouth. With every stroke of my tongue against hers, fire and need flooded through my bones. Every single second I wasn’t inside her was agonizing.

I broke away and rasped in her ear, “Tell me what you want.”

With her eyes still closed, she moved her hand between our bodies to palm my rock-hard cock through my black dress pants.

I gripped her wrist and brought her hand to my mouth, then flattened my tongue and ran it over her palm. Wetting it. Preparing it.

Her eyes popped open.

“I want to hear you say it,” I said as I unfastened my pants with my other hand.

Her father was a member of the Scottish Parliament, which meant Sadie was raised by her parents to be the refined, demure, proper lady everyone expected her to be. It made hearing filthy words come out of that perfect mouth that much more arousing. Like a secret meant just for me.

I freed my cock, then wrapped her tiny, now wet, hand around it. “Is this what you want?”

She nodded, her chest heaving with every breath.

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