I swaggered into her courtroom like I owned the place. Arrogant. Untouchable. Ready to twist every word until the system bent for me. Then she spoke. One syllable from those perfect lips, and my defiance cracked. She's the isolation forged into flesh, a throne of unyielding frost that craves my kneel. And God help me, I ache to give it.

Locked chambers. Dim fluorescents buzzing like trapped flies. She scatters my leather-bound briefs across her desk, fingers lingering on the pages like they're my skin. "Mine," she purrs, voice cruel silk wrapping my throat. I should fight. Scream conflict of interest. But her command inverts everything. Judicial robes shed for collar and crop. She degrades me slow, deliberate. Poised rebellion in my eyes melting to whimpers at her feet.

Sweat slicks us against cold archive shelves, silence suffocating as she bites bruises into my defiance. Raw anger flips to need, her ownership a paradox that hollows me out. I challenge with a glare, only to beg for more humiliation. She's haunted by her own throne's loneliness, vulnerabilities flashing in those moments I break her rules just right. Forbidden. Electric with ruin. Every stolen glance pulses hunger no gavel can silence.

Her career gleams flawless above the city. Mine? Already ashes if this leaks. One whisper of the bench and the bedroom blurring, and scandal devours us. Yet I push. Kneel deeper. Crave the unraveling she hides. Her ruthless claim devours my world. But what if mine devours hers first?

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