Elena’s POV

The train picked up speed again, plunging us deeper into the night. My legs still felt unsteady from the orgasm he had forced out of me in front of all these strangers. My pussy throbbed with leftover pulses, panties soaked and clinging uncomfortably.

I could smell my own arousal mixed with the stale air of the carriage. Shame burned hot in my chest.

What kind of woman let a nameless man finger her to climax surrounded by tired workers and late-night travelers? Yet my body craved more.

The ache between my thighs had only grown sharper.

He stayed pressed tight behind me, his solid frame a constant reminder....