CHAPTER 9
ISLA
“You—ah—stop—”
Say you like it.
“I—” My voice shook. “I like it.”
Louder.
“I like it,” I whispered, shame and heat colliding in my chest.
His hands moved again, one snaking back up to squeeze my breast, the other slipping lower — under my coat, over my skirt.
“He’s—”
Touching you.
His palm cupped me from behind, fingers finding the heat between my thighs even through the fabric. I gasped, hips jerking.
“Please—”
Don’t beg to stop.
The man’s fingers pressed harder, grinding me against the ridge of him from behind while his other hand teased my n****e through my blouse. The dual pressure made my vision blur.
“You—oh—”
Close?
“Yes—”
Not yet.
The train jolted hard, and his hips slammed forward, pushing me flush against the door. My breath came out ragged.
“Som
