Nia POV
I bite hard on my bottom lip as his fingers toy with my n****e. The emotions that are running through me are wild. Strangely enough, humiliation is not one of those. Instead, I feel excited and turned on. Which, of course, makes me feel shame.
I do not even know the man’s name. Hell, I have not even seen his face. How can I allow him to touch me like this, and – worse – enjoy it? Let me not lie to myself, I am allowing it. I could easily push him away. Sure, there will be less pleasant consequences, but at least then I did not allow it.
My common sense is screaming at me to get out of this situation, but my body stubbornly obeys his demands, and I lean back against him. It is comfortable and warm against his chest. I do not feel fear or anxiety. Instead, I feel … safe.
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