CHAPTER 2

Master.

The deep, gravelly voice at her ear relaxed her instantly, and suddenly instead of tensing and pulling away, Cynthia let herself fall back, the relief of a warm, broad chest against her spine reassuring her in every possible way.

‘Did you miss me, baby? Or were you too busy being eye-fucked by every man on this train?’

She tried to turn, but his hand clamped down on her thigh, the other one coming up to squeeze her waist. ‘Uh-uh,’ he chastised her. ‘You keep those pretty eyes facing forward while I touch you.’

Melting at his command, she felt her vision glaze over, another wet rush of...