The train swayed harder as it sped deeper into the dark countryside, each jolt rattling the metal beneath my hands. The carriage was still half-full, strangers pretending not to notice what we were doing or maybe too scared to say anything.
He didn’t care. His palm stayed clamped around the back of my neck, holding me low over the seat in front of us while his other hand slid under my skirt again. I gasped, clutching the headrest as his fingers shoved inside me with no hesitation.
“Look at them,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot. “They’re pretending they can’t hear you.”
I bit my lip, my eyes flicking to the two men across the aisle. One was staring straight ahead, jaw tight, the other glancing now and then like he was trying not to get caught. My face burned, my pulse racing at t
