Elena’s POV

The station platform felt too bright after the darkness of the tunnel. My legs shook with every step as we pushed through the crowd.

His cum still leaked down my inner thighs, a warm, sticky reminder of what he had done to me in front of all those people.

I kept my eyes down, terrified someone would notice the mess or smell the sex on me. My dress felt too short, too revealing.

Every breeze made me clench, trying to hold in what he had left inside me.

He never let go of my hand. His grip was firm, possessive, like he already owned me. I did not...