Chapters (104)
- Cover
- His Rule
- About This Book
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Her Rebellion
- About This Book
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Their Reign
- About This Book
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Santiago
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
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- Epilogue
- What to read next
- Thank you
- Also by A. Zavarelli
- Also by Natasha Knight
- About Natasha Knight
- About A. Zavarelli
Judge’s mood is a dark, palpable thing for the entirety of the ride home. More than once, I feel his gaze on the side of my face as I stare out the window. I don’t give him the satisfaction of a response, even when his palm settles on my thigh, sliding up just beneath the hem of my dress. The warmth of his touch brands his possession into my skin, and if I wasn’t so raw from his earlier rejection, I might find it amusing.
We pull into the drive, and he helps me from the car with all the practiced elegance of a refined, well-bred man. This is how the world sees Lawson Montgomery, but beneath it all, I can’t help thinking what a hypocrite he is. He wears his finery to cover up his depravity, the same as me. Beneath those suits is a man who takes pleasure in ruining me, all while his lips spew lies about giving me away to someone else. Lurking under that veneer he presents to the world is a beast. A beast whose eyes I’ve stared into while he’s threatened to harm me, all while the echo of his promise to protect me fades away.
I wonder if he ever tires of it, these dueling personalities. I know how exhausting it is to live this way, and I’m only twenty-five. He’s been doing this for thirty-one years, and he still hasn’t chosen a side.
“Thank you for tonight.” I pull my hand from his the moment I step out. “It’s always such a pleasure to see you in your natural habitat.”
“Mercedes.” He calls after me with a growl as I walk into the house, my heels echoing off the floor.
I ignore him, but I can feel his presence behind me. His eyes burn into my back as I traverse the stairs and enter the corridor leading to his bedroom. Deftly, I reach behind me and unzip my dress before I even reach his door, clutching the fabric to my naked breasts. As soon as I step inside, I let it fall from my body, kicking it off before I bend over and strip my thong off too.
Judge’s polished shoes come to a dead halt as he enters behind me, taking in the scene. I glance over my shoulder and offer him another fake smile. The same one I reserve for everyone else. Today, when Judge made his position clear, I decided it’s time to let go of my ridiculous notions. This game between us has very real stakes, and it’s been easy to forget in the thick of it. But the battle lines have been drawn, and in the end, I’m the one who will have to face the consequences.