Taken by Cassandre Dayne Page A

There was no way this was the same girl. None. What if this is? What if this is the woman you sodomized, fucked, used and whipped? The thought left him sweating, his arms and legs quaking. He was nauseous but excited at the same time.
    “Hmmm… Well, you have five minutes.”
    Craze swallowed hard. “I know. I’ll be there. I just want to go over my notes.”
    “I think you’re in lust with thoughts about the leggy blond, the one with green eyes, a perfect hourglass figure. Mmm… I could go for a sinful tryst right about now.”
    “Mark! Let me have a few minutes.” Green eyes.
    Mark winked as he raised a single eyebrow, tapping his heels together. “Certainly, sir .”
    When the door closed he clenched his fists. His Jess, the woman he couldn’t get out of his mind, had refused to see him over the last few days, saying work had interfered. What if… He pushed the thought aside. He had a job to do and whether or not she was the attorney shouldn’t matter in the least.
    He snagged his judicial robe, tossing on the ugly piece, and grabbed his files. After a quick look at his watch he walked out the door and toward the courtroom, hesitating before he made his entrance. Craze closed his eyes when he turned the handle.
    “All rise for the honorable Judge Randolph Mitchell.”
    Craze heard the rustle of the crowd as he advanced, refusing to look at the attorneys seated in front of the bench. Only after he settled in did he open his eyes. Oh fuck. Thoughts about their last time together, the way he’d flogged her until she cried, remained burning in the back of his mind. While he registered the lovely woman, one dressed for the kill, in his mind, he couldn’t remember anything else but the time they’d shared together. Her naked body. Her willingness to accept his dark side. The way her face was illuminated in the dim lighting of his playroom was a reminder he’d lost his mind.
    Crack!
    The memory made his skin crawl, his cock harden. She was his. She belonged to him. She was his alone and… Get control. This isn’t your Jess. No, she wasn’t.
    Jess, his Jess, the woman he’d told he would own was seated in front of him, barely twenty feet away. He could tell by the shocked look on her face how she felt, the mixed emotions, as well as her heated desire. There was no mistaking what she wanted, her need.
    Jess maintained her composure as she stood, placing her fists on top of the wooden table. Her mouth was pinched, yet her eyes flitted back and forth.
    For a few seconds there was no one else in the room.
    I will have you. I will fuck you. I will use you.
    Craze sucked in his breath and could swear he was able to detect her perfume, the spicy mix that had driven him crazy. As they locked eyes he knew. This was going to be a difficult case, let alone day. “Be seated.”
     
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    Jess couldn’t make it out of the courtroom fast enough. Her mind was reeling, her body shaking all over, and there was no way she was going to be able to continue the case. How could she? She was not only fucking the Judge, but also submitting to him. Everyone had to know they were screwing. How could they not sense something was going on between them given their heated looks? Jesus Christ she’d play with fire and lost.
    She gulped air and struggled through the crowd of reporters, the men and women who’d nearly camped out at the courtroom doors, hungry to gawk as a man falling from grace. At this point she needed solace, time alone. Keeping her head down, she forged her way through the scores of people and down a flight of stairs, finding the women’s bathroom within a few seconds. She looked over her shoulder and exhaled. Not a soul had seen where she went. Thank God for small miracles.
    The door swung open and against the section of chipped tile and she grimaced as she stumbled toward the sink. Dropping her briefcase and purse, the hard thud made her jump. As she gripped the edge she let out a breathy groan. “Oh my God. Oh my