Chapter 2

2.

Suddenly, a scorching hot body pressed firmly against my backside.

A large hand brazenly slid over my hip, groping my bare cheek beneath the fabric.

Humiliation and fear flooded through me, but I didn't dare make a scene in the packed car.

Was this really happening to me?

I could only pray for the train to reach my stop so I could escape this predator.

"Going commando? What a little slut."

A deep, velvet voice whispered directly into my ear, his hot breath brushing my neck.

A sudden shiver ran down my spine.

To my utter shame, hearing that dangerously deep, magnetic voice made my knees go weak.

Seeing that I didn't cry out, he grew bolder, grinding his hard frame against me.

I felt like I was losing my mind, squirming slightly to pull away from the overwhelming sensation.

Smack! Smack!

He gave my backside two sharp slaps.

They weren't overly painful, but they sent an electric shock straight through my core.

"Look at you, getting off on it already," he mocked in a low, husky whisper.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes from pure humiliation.

Yet a strange heat spread inside me, stealing my breath and turning my protests into pathetic whimpers.

My soft gasps seemed to please him, and he let out a dark, satisfied chuckle.

His cold fingers began to creep higher beneath the hem of my skirt.

Instinctively, I reached down to stop his hand.

He let out a low, disapproving click of his tongue, radiating pure dominance.

As if under a spell, my hand froze, letting his rough fingers trace over my heated skin.

The train car was packed with commuters, yet our tiny space felt cut off from the entire world.

Only his ragged breath and his shameless touch felt real.

Being touched like this in broad daylight, surrounded by strangers...

The terror and shame mingled with a forbidden rush of adrenaline, leaving me hypersensitive.

I squeezed my thighs together, which only seemed to thrill him more.

"You're so responsive..."

The subway suddenly screeched to an abrupt halt, throwing me forward.

He yanked me back against his chest with ease.

A soft moan slipped past my lips, but he clamped his hand firmly over my mouth before anyone could hear.

His other hand squeezed me through the thin skirt with ruthless intensity.

I felt dizzy, my core burning hotter with every passing second.

A dark, unfamiliar craving began to take root deep inside my chest.