Alfha Law Firm: Justified Part 1

Justified.

Aurora Rose Reynolds.

Dedication.

To my Roses, thank you for all your encouragement.

Chapter 1.

"Tilt that p.u.s.s.y." I pound into her as my hand slaps down on her a.s.s hard. Seeing my handprint appear on her smooth, pale skin makes me grunt out in satisfaction.

"f.u.c.k me harder."

"Shut your mouth," I growl, wrapping my hand around her throat, pulling her up, and impaling her on my c.o.c.k. "You know the rules." I bite down on her earlobe, causing her to whimper. "You don't talk when I'm f.u.c.king you unless I tell you to."

She nods, and I push her back down. My hand slides up her back to her neck, pressing her face deeper into the mattress.

I pound into her harder until I feel her walls clamping down on me. Then I thrust into her ruthlessly. Lifting my leg up on the bed, I change the angle. She's a tiny little thing, but I know she can take me. She always takes whatever I give her. I pull her hips up, slowing my rhythm, enjoying the feel of my c.o.c.k dragging along her walls. She's so wet that, every time my c.o.c.k slides out, it's shiny with her come. I pull out of her and flip us so she's on top.

"Ride me," I command, lifting my hips, filling her once more.

Her body starts bouncing up and down, her t.i.ts dancing in my face. Her large, natural Ds should look awkward on her tiny frame, but they go with her fat a.s.s. I love everything about this woman. The visual in front of me has me getting close. I grab her hips, holding her in place as I f.u.c.k up into her. Then I come hard, long jets of seed filling her tight little p.u.s.s.y.

"I love you," she says quietly.

I tug her down on top of me, kissing the top of her head. I had no idea when I met Chloe that she was going to change my life, but slowly, this waif of woman has burrowed under my skin.

"Love you too, Beautiful." I press another kiss to the top of her head. And my mind drifts back to the past...

I was so f.u.c.king jaded when I found out that my ex-wife-the f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h-was having an affair. Then I found Chloe by accident, and seeing her for the first time shifted something inside me. I had been on my cell phone and looked up to tell my client my cross street when my eyes landed on her through the bakery window. Without even thinking, I went across the street, and the moment I stepped inside the bakery, she turned towards the door and our eyes connected.

I have never believed in love at first sight or any of that other bulls.h.i.t, but that moment was like a kick to the gut.

I walked to the counter and realized that my client was still on the phone, so I told him I would call him back and hung up. When she stepped towards me, the scent of lavender and vanilla filled my nose and the urge to grab her and bury my face in the crook of her neck was so strong that it was almost painful. Our gaze stayed connected until she was close enough to touch. Then the moment was broken when an old man came around the corner and told her that he would take care of me. I shook myself out of my daze, paid for a cup of coffee that would end up in the trash, and left the bakery in a rush. I wasn't fond of the feelings I was having. I'd had plenty of women, but seeing her was something different.

I wanted to possess her.

I needed to own her.

I fought myself on going back to her but settled on having my driver wait outside the bakery for hours so I could watch her through the window. On days when men would be inside with her, talking to her, making her laugh, I had to stop myself from going inside and taking her away with me.

She was mine.

She just didn't know it.

The first time I spoke to her in person, she smiled at me. I knew she was innocent the moment I had spoken to her-her head ducked, her face turned pink, and that look sealed her fate.

She would be mine.

Only mine.

I waited for her that night across the street. I watched her lock up before walking across the road and meeting her on the sidewalk.

"How are you getting home?" I asked her.

Her head came up, her big, brown eyes met mine, and the surprise I saw filled me with another kind of satisfaction.

"I...I walk," she stuttered quietly.

"I'll walk you," I told her, not giving her a choice. My woman wouldn't be out at night alone.

I don't give a f.u.c.k what people say about women's rights and all that other bulls.h.i.t. I'd let my ex do whatever the f.u.c.k she wanted, and look where the f.u.c.k that had gotten me. No more-my woman would be at home, barefoot and pregnant until she could no longer safely bear my children.

"I always walk myself," she said softly, biting her bottom lip. Making me crave to do the same.

"Not anymore," I stated, holding out my hand for her.

She looked at it for a few seconds before placing her small hand in mine. The feeling of her fragileness in my grasp was almost too much. My gut clenched and I fought myself not to carry her over to my car, where I could take her home and hide her away, keeping her only to myself. I mentally talked myself down.

I needed her to trust me.

I needed her addicted to me.

Then she would be mine, and I would never have to let her go again.

"Who are you?" she asked, looking up at me with wide, innocent eyes.

I looked her over. The top of her head barely came up to the middle of my chest. Her hair was dark brown with reddish highlights, and it reached the middle of her back. Her skin was the color of cream mixed with honey. I could picture my marks all over her beautiful skin. Her eyes were dark brown with long lashes that I could tell were natural. She didn't wear makeup; she didn't need it. She was naturally beautiful.

"Nolan," I told her.

Her eyes looked me over, and I knew what she saw: black hair, darker skin that's natural from my Spanish-American heritage, and dark-brown eyes surrounded by dark lashes. I'd been told a time or two that I'm good-looking. I wore my age of thirty-four well. And I'd never had an issue getting a woman.

My private investigator had informed me that Chloe had just turned twenty-two. I couldn't give a f.u.c.k about our age difference. My mind was telling me that the younger she was, the more likely I would be able to train her into being exactly what I wanted. He'd also done some digging into her past and hadn't been able to find out about any previous relationships. This suited me just fine. I didn't even want to think about someone other than me touching her...ever.

We walked the rest of the way to her apartment in silence. I didn't like the area she was living in, but I would have to wait to resolve that issue. I just needed to figure out how to force her out of her current residence and into mine.

"Thank you for walking me," she said, trying to pull her hand from mine.

I didn't let up. I wasn't able to let go. Her breathing picked up slightly, causing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to press tighter against her top. Without thinking, I lowered my mouth over hers, taking her in a deep kiss, pushing my tongue between her lips. I could tell she was unsure; she didn't know that what she was doing would only egg me on.

I wanted to consume her.

I wanted to brand her.

The need to own her, possess her, was almost crippling.

I pulled my mouth from hers; my lips traveled down her jaw. Her body had melted into mine, so I took the opportunity to suck the skin of her neck in deep pulls that I knew would mark her for anyone to see. I needed to know that, tomorrow, when she went to work, I was going with her. I had a big case I was working on and couldn't sit outside the bakery like I normally would, so she would be on her own, my mark a warning against any man who tried to get to close to her.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Beautiful." I kissed her neck and then her mouth again.

Her eyes were hazy, and I knew she didn't understand what she was feeling. Her body was in control right now. I walked her into her apartment and made sure she was locked in for the night. After I knew she was safely tucked away, I went back to my limo.

"Sir," Ricket said, opening the back door.

I nodded, getting into the car without saying a word. Once we were on our way, I called one of my men and put him on her building for the night, telling him to report to me after he followed her to work in the morning. I was a little anxious to get back to her, but I knew I had to play my cards right.

I couldn't rush this no matter what my inner beast was telling me to do.

By the time I pulled up in front of my building across town, I was restless. So instead of going to bed, I went down to the gym. Normally when I felt like this, I would f.u.c.k until I pa.s.sed out, but I couldn't do that. Chloe was the only woman I wanted. I hit the treadmill hard, running until my legs felt weak, and then I went to the weights. I worked out until my body was exhausted.

"Mr. Nolan."

I lifted my head at the sound of my a.s.sistant's voice. Maxine had been with me for the last four years. I'd shut her down the first couple of times she had given me a look that said she wanted more than I would give her. She had calmed down, but seeing the appreciation in her eyes had me gritting my teeth.

"What do you need, Maxine?"

"I wanted to remind you about your meeting in the morning, and I also wanted to see if you needed to go over the notes for the case tomorrow."

"Thank you, and no. You're free for the rest of the night," I told her, going back to doing crunches. I could feel her watching me, but I ignored her. I wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone.

"See you tomorrow, sir," she said, and I heard the door close as she left the gym.

I finished working out before jogging upstairs and getting into the shower. My c.o.c.k had been rock hard since the first time I'd seen Chloe. Just like my mind, my body had been taken over by her. I wrapped my hand around my length and pumped twice. Then I thought about how I'd be wasting my come by shooting it down the drain when I could fill Chloe's womb with it and released myself.

I was in unchartered territory with her. When I had been married right out of law school, I'd thought I was doing the right thing. My wife, Lynda, was my father's best friend's daughter. I respected her and thought, at the time, that I loved her. She was beautiful and interesting, and she had a good head on her shoulders. We were married for six years when I told her I wanted to have a child with her. When she agreed, we did the normal things while planning for a baby.

When it didn't happen after a year, I decided that we should talk to a specialist about it. I had no idea that my wife had gotten her tubes tied until I showed up to an appointment she hadn't expected to see me at. When the doctor let it slip what she had done shortly after we'd decided to have a child, during a time when she was supposed to have been at a conference for a week, I left the office in a rage. I couldn't believe she had gone behind my back and done something so deceiving. That's when I decided to find out what else I didn't know about the woman I married.

The night the investigator gave me the case file on my wife was one of the most eye-opening experiences of my life. I hadn't known that women could lead double lives-at least not the kind of double life she was leading. Not only had she gotten her tubes tied, but she had also been in a long-term relationship with another man for most of our marriage. I'd never once let my eyes wander from her. I'd had plenty of opportunities to take on a mistress or two, but when I'd vowed to be faithful, I had taken it seriously.

The night I found out who I really had in my bed, I went home and handed her the file, and without a word, she went to the bedroom and began to pack.

Angry would not be an accurate representation of the emotion I was feeling. I could have killed her. I actually thought about killing her. Then I thought about the way I could really hurt her. Her father had pa.s.sed away a few years before, leaving her alone since her mother was in a special hospital in upstate New York. My dear wife was on her own.

I was her only source of income since she didn't work. She was a typical Upper East Side wife. Her boyfriend was a banker who lived in an apartment in the Bronx. His net income was around sixty thousand a year. Her lifestyle would take a drastic change, and she would never get s.h.i.t from me. I had enough evidence against her that I didn't need to worry about her. Even the best divorce attorney in the world wouldn't have been able to force me to give her one penny.

It took six months to get my divorce finalized. Lynda tried to fight me, but in the end, she wasn't able to get one red dime and her boyfriend dumped her. I learned later that he'd had no idea she was married and hadn't taken kindly to her using him to cheat on another man...

A knock on the door brings me out of my thoughts about the past, and I'm just about to yell for them to go away when the door is swung open and Maxine walks in without even waiting for me to reply.

"Get the f.u.c.k out!" I roar, causing Chloe, who had fallen asleep on top of me, to jump in her sleep. I quickly pull the covers over us. I don't give a f.u.c.k about me, but I don't want anyone-even a woman-to see Chloe like she is now.

"Sorry," I hear whispered as the door quickly closes.

"What's wrong?" Chloe mumbles sleepy, raising her head to look at me.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep, love," I say quietly, kissing her forehead.

She sighs and closes her eyes, laying her head back down. Once I hear her breath even out, I slide out from under her and make sure she's covered before pulling on a pair of pajama pants, grabbing my cell phone, and heading for the main living room.

"What did you need, Maxine?" I ask as soon as my a.s.sistant answers the phone.

"Sorry, sir. I thought you would want to know your conference call with j.a.pan got canceled. I tried phoning you, but it went straight to voicemail."

"Maxine, I don't care if the world outside my bedroom door is imploding upon itself. When that door is closed, you do not ever open it," I growl into the phone.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know she was there," she says, but even in her tone, I can hear bitterness.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Maxine, I expect the keys you have for my loft to be returned tomorrow. You will no longer be allowed into the building. I understand you have a job to do, but you will no longer have the access you had before."

"Sir!" she gasps, and I shake my head, looking out at the city below me.

"This isn't the first time you've overstepped your bounds, but this will be the last," I tell her firmly.

"I apologized," she whispers.

"And that is the only reason you still have a job," I state before hanging up the phone.

I press my forehead to the gla.s.s and look out at the street below. Then I feel a small hand on my back slide around to my chest as Chloe's cheek presses into my skin.

"Are you okay?" she whispers as I cover her small hand with mine before turning around and looking down at her.

She's wearing the white dress shirt I had on earlier in the evening-only one b.u.t.ton is in place, holding it together. Her hair is down around her shoulders, and her face is clean of any makeup. Just looking at her makes my breath catch in my throat.

"Better now," I grunt out as my fingers slide into the open top of the shirt and down around her nipple.

A small whimper leaves her mouth as her eyes slide closed.

"My beautiful angel," I whisper, dropping my mouth to hers, forcing my tongue between her lips.

When her small hand falls against my chest, I drop my hands to the back of her legs and pick her up, lifting her and wrapping her thighs around my waist. I turn and press her back to the window, my hips firmly between her legs, giving me leverage to use my hands to remove my shirt from her.

She cries out from the cold of the gla.s.s, and goose b.u.mps breakout over her skin. Her nails tear against the skin of my shoulders as I lift her higher, pulling her breast into my mouth. I feel pre-c.u.m pearl at the head of my c.o.c.k, and the slick heat of her arousal between her legs rubs against my lower stomach. I want to lift her up and wrap her legs around my face while burying my tongue deep inside her. The fact that she was innocent before me only makes f.u.c.king her and eating her that much more intoxicating. Knowing that the only come to have ever filled her p.u.s.s.y is mine is extraordinary.

"I can feel your juices all over my stomach. Do you want me to eat you, Beautiful? Or do you want my c.o.c.k deep inside your soaking-wet p.u.s.s.y?" I ask her as her fingers dig into my hair.