Chapter 1Kayla’s POV“Your Honor, the prosecution’s evidence is nothing but assumptions, and you know it,” I fired back, my voice cutting sharp through the packed courtroom as I stood tall at the defense table. My heart pounded against my ribs, but it wasn’t just because of the case.Judge Harlan sat high on the bench, looking as though the courtroom belonged to him. His stern expression never wavered. Streaks of silver threaded through his dark hair, giving him an air of quiet authority, and the black robe did little to hide the broad frame beneath it.I shifted in my seat, smoothing my pencil skirt over my knees, trying to ignore the strange flutter that settled low in my stomach every time my eyes drifted back to him.I could feel my pussy getting slick already, my nipples tightening against the lace of my bra as I held his stare. This man had been ruining me in my head for months. Every time we clashed in court, I imagined him slamming me down on that bench instead, yanking my
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