EXTRACT FOR
Violated By The Vampire
(Traci Wilde)

Jennifer couldn't help herself. She sat up, pushed her cap back on her head and stared. He returned her gaze, and Jennifer felt her heart skip a beat as he continued walking down the aisle, what she thought might be the hint of a smile playing across his face. After several seconds, the man stood over Jennifer. The man slipped his knee between Jennifer's, placed his hands on the bars to either side of her seat and leaned over. The faint scent of what smelled to Jennifer like warm, moist springtime earth filled the air.



"Hello," he whispered.



"He...hey," Jennifer answered, suddenly afraid. And intrigued.



He pressed his lips to hers, kissing hard.



Jennifer knew she should turn away, should try kicking him in the balls, should scream, run, do whatever she could to get away from this man. Instead, she closed her eyes and returned the kiss.



His knee slipped higher, between her thighs. Jennifer moaned as his tongue slipped between her lips, deep into her mouth. Without thought she put her hands up, lightly touching the man's chest.



He moved his right hand to her forehead, pushed the hat from her head, then reached back and slipped the ponytail holder from her hair. Jennifer's dirty blond hair cascaded down over her shoulders as he ran his fingers through it, then twisted his fingers in her hair and jerked her head back, breaking the kiss. The movement hurt, but Jennifer made no sound. She simply stared into his deep blue eyes.



Jennifer knew something was wrong. She wasn't Medusa, but men didn't generally just walk up to her on the street and pledge their undying love to her. She was attractive, in a cute way, but hardly the kind of woman that had men staring at her whenever she entered a room.



Yet looking into his eyes, she could see he wanted her. And something stirred inside her. She felt her heart beating fast, as if she'd just finished a 5K run, and she felt ??" she was suddenly wet, and hot, feeling heat rise to her skin. Jennifer had the urge to rip the man's shirt open, run her fingers across his chest, down over his stomach, to unbuckle his belt, take his cock into her hands.



He leaned forward and kissed again. Quicker than Jennifer could register he moved his hands from her head to her wrists. With a strength and speed Jennifer found startling, and a bit unnerving, the man jerked her hands away from his body, pressed her hands to the metal railing of the seat.



That's when Jennifer felt it. The cold, hard steel of the handcuffs, clicking tight around each wrist. She was bound, her right arm pulled out to that side, metal cuff around her wrist, chained to another cuffed attached to the metal bar running along the top of the seat. Her left arm was pulled to the other side, bound in a similar fashion.



How did he do that? Jennifer never saw, nor heard, the man attach the cuffs to the metal bar.



He stepped back, ran his fingers along her jaw, and smiled.



Jennifer shivered, partly from fear, but mostly from the feel of his touch, the idea that this man had disarmed her with a simple look, a kiss, and now he could do whatever he wanted with her. She couldn't shake the feeling he had sought her out, specifically, that wherever he came from, he knew she would be on the train, alone. His for the taking. A little tremble rose up from the pit of her stomach at the idea...