◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆
The moment the elderly couple’s feet touched the pavement and the doors hissed shut, the atmosphere inside the bus changed. Thicker. Hungrier. The engine’s growl felt louder now, more conspiratorial, drowning out everything except the wet sounds their bodies were already making.
Victoria was still impaled on him when Adrian finally pulled out…slow, deliberate, letting her feel the obscene drag of every inch. A thick rope of their combined release immediately slid down the inside of her thigh. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
“On your knees,” he ordered, voice gravel now. “All fours. Right here.”
The floor was sticky in places, grit under her palms, but the humiliation only made her c**t throb harder. She dropped fast—palms flat against the filthy linoleum, knees
