My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

He was hard, thick, and burning against me, the tip pressing insistently against my aching heat, ready to push inside at any second.
My heart hammered so violently I thought it might burst from my chest.
The bus was packed, but all I could feel was the dizzying rush of desire—years of pent-up need threatening to unravel right there.
I was just a woman with normal cravings. But my husband, Daniel, couldn't fulfill them. Two years married, and I was still untouched. The irony would've been funny if it weren't so cruel.
When Daniel wasn't home, I'd indulged in secret pleasures, but my fingers could never replace a man's touch. I'd even bought toys, though I never dared keep them in the house. Daniel was obsessive about cleaning, and the thought of him finding them—wounded, humiliated—left me trapped in silent frustration.
That was why, when this stranger pressed against me, part of me hesitated.
"Evelyn! What a coincidence!"
A familiar voice sliced through the haze. I turned to see Nathan Roscente, my boss.
"Mr. Roscente? You're taking the bus?"
"Car's restricted today. Thought I'd be eco-friendly for once."
His gaze lingered a beat too long as he tucked his phone into his pocket. Something about his smirk sent a chill down my spine.
The interruption snapped me back to reality. I'd nearly given in to a stranger's advances. Instinctively, I tried to shove him away—until cold steel bit into my stomach.
A knife.
He must've panicked when he realized I wasn't alone. The blade wasn't sharp, but terror locked me in place.
He didn't enter me. Just ground against my clothed heat before spilling his scorching release into my shorts.
The stranger bolted at the next stop. Nathan closed the distance, making small talk while sticky warmth trickled down my thighs. I scrambled for tissues, my face burning with shame.
At the office, I headed straight to Nathan's door with a report. He was scrolling through his phone, an uncharacteristic smirk twisting his lips.
"Mr. Roscente, if you could review this—"
His head snapped up. His eyes raked over me—lingering on my chest, then my legs. I caught the faintest swallow.
My pulse spiked. He'd always been strictly professional, never crossing the line. But now? The hunger in his stare made my skin crawl.
"Evelyn, there's something you should see."
I stepped closer, wary. One glance at his screen, and my stomach dropped.
Footage of me on the bus. With him.
No wonder Nathan had held his phone so carefully. No wonder he'd looked at me like I was prey.
"Who knew you were such a slut?" His voice dropped to a growl. "Clearly, your husband can't satisfy you. Desperate enough to let strangers have you in public?"
In one brutal motion, he yanked me onto his lap, my legs straddling him. The hard ridge beneath his pants pressed against my core.
I froze.
His scent—musky, possessive—wrapped around me. I tried to struggle, but his grip was iron. One hand anchored my waist; the other plunged into my blouse, squeezing my breast.
"Give yourself to me now," he hissed. "Or this video goes viral. Let the world see who you really are."