Wicked Ways (Dark Hearts Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

drenched by the moisture from my pussy. A bead of sweat trailed down my temple. My thumb pressed on my clit, and I held it there, savoring the building sensation, commencing the first step on the well-travelled path to orgasm.
    Only I’d never done this in public before. The young man, on the seat to the left, paused and lowered his sandwich. Hurriedly, he yanked out a phone.
    “Do you like this, Dirke?” He angled a brow, while still watching me.
    The driver’s lips quirked into a dirty smile. “Yes. Thank you, sir.”
    “You’re welcome. Stick your finger inside your cunt, Zorie. This is punishment. I know you can tell what you’re doing. Run away again and I’ll make you do worse. I’ll make you do things your mother told you never to do in private let alone out here.”
    The young man was filming me, his sandwich lying forgotten on the bench beside him.
    “Do it,” he repeated. “Stick your finger in your pretty little cunt. Look at us while you do it.”
    Horrified, I found my hand obeying. I paused with my palm over my mons, covering myself but at his nod and the glitter in his eyes, my fingers cruised along my cleft. The back of my hand brushed messiness in the crotch of my panties.
    “You’re dripping, girl. Dripping cunt juice in public. You dirty thing.” He grinned. “Remember as you do it that I did this to you. I made your pussy get sloppy wet. I want this to almost, almost , make you come. Finger inside yourself...now.”
    As I obeyed, my toes curled, and my cheeks heated in a blush. Embarrassed, mortally embarrassed, but I was still doing this. My finger delved into my pussy up to the first knuckle, and the bump of my clit was under my hand. I found myself licking my upper lip, because, admit it, this felt good, better than good – it felt amazing.
    Resisting was only slowing things, making the public degradation worse. I should get it over with.
    I plunged my finger in, full depth, hearing the sounds as my lubricated walls were squeezed aside. Spearing into myself stormed my mind into a nirvana-like state. I teetered on my feet, huffing, groaning.
    “You’re not coming I hope, Zorie? Answer me.”
    Eyes fixed downward, hunched over my hand, I shook my head, and breathed out a soft, ashamed, “No.”
    “Good. Now.” He cleared his throat. “Damn that’s hot. Now to show you what you’ve got to look forward to. I can control you like a remote-controlled fucking toy. Hear me? I can do what I want with you. Struggle against me and things will not go well for you. Zorie?”
    “Mmm.” I nodded, stuck there being shocked by repeated ripples of pleasure, with my pussy squeezing hard onto my finger.
    “Count to five, out loud, fuck yourself twice, then pull out your fingers and show me them. Go.”
    God. No.
    But I did it exactly as he’d said to. The longer I took, the more I’d be on film. I counted to five, then fucked myself.
    After the finger-fucking, I held up my hand. My pussy felt dreadfully empty. My glistening fingers cooled in the light breeze.
    He whistled. “Look wet, Dirke?”
    “Yes, sir. Do you want to get her to suck me off in the car, sir?” His voice was thick with hope.
    The man chuckled. “Not this time. Take a rain check. Come back in here, girl. Hold your dress up and leave your underwear down.”
    Walking to him, with myself still exposed, I felt as female and fecund as a fertility goddess. A strangely good feeling lurked among the abysmal ones.
    “My name is Reuben,” he told me, shifting along to make room on the seat. He buckled me in then curved his hand between my legs. “Sit still.”
    Then he fucked me painfully hard with two then three fingers, making me gasp and whine. But I didn’t move. That was the most painful part. I couldn’t move . “I own you now. I own your mind and all your fucking holes. You need to understand that. Okay?”
    With his other hand, he used a hold on my jaw to turn my head toward him and he slapped me.
    What a malevolent