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As we drive into Montreal, the city’s bustling energy envelops us. The streets are alive with people going about their day, and the buildings towering above us are a testament to human ingenuity and resilience.
Navigating through the city, we find a hotel where we can rest for the night. Isabella and I haven’t had much sleep in the past few days and none at all the previous night. She needs her rest being pregnant, and I need mine if I’m going to keep alert.
The hotel is a modest place but clean and comfortable. Once we’ve checked in, I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. We’ve made it this far, and while the road ahead is still uncertain, there’s a glimmer of hope that things might turn out alright.
Isabella and I settle into our room, the fatigue of the day catching up with us. After a quick shower, she changes into more comfortable clothes and slides into the big bed. By the time I’ve had a shower and come back into the room, Isabella is sound asleep.
I carefully pull the covers back and slide in behind her, feeling a warmth spread through me. I put my arm around her, and she turns, snuggling into me. I drift off to sleep with Isabella in my arms and a renewed determination to get us through this shit. And whoever is behind this, I will make sure they never try to come after us again. I will vanquish the monster that killed Isabella’s mother and has turned our lives into a living hell.
Chapter 15
ISABELLA
Andrey tosses our duffel bag onto the seats facing us as I settle near the window on the train. He hands me a blanket. “You might need this. I love those dresses, tights, and tops you bought, but they’re not exactly Canada-autumn material.”
I spread the blanket over my lap. “I’m fine in them, especially while traveling. I did buy some tights, though. I can’t wear jeans or pants right now. The thought makes me feel claustrophobic.”
Andrey slides into the seat next to me, his hand slipping beneath the blanket, gliding up my thigh. My pussy throbs as he flicks a finger against it. “One good thing about a dress,” he murmurs, leaning over to kiss my cheek. “Easy access to your gorgeous body.”
I gasp, “Andrey! We can’t do that here.” But I don’t push his hand away.
His voice drops husky, “Are you sure about that? The train’s almost empty, and our tickets have been checked.” His fingers stroke my mound through the fabric of my dress, making me squirm. “I’ve been dying to touch you since we woke up.”
“We overslept,” I remind him between kisses, my mind turning to mush as he squeezes my pussy. “We have a schedule to keep. We need to check in at Ottawa by tomorrow morning.”
“Mm,” Andrey hums, teasing my lips as his hand lifts my dress beneath the blanket. “I can feel how much you want my fingers to touch you.” He kisses my ear. “Your panties are soaked.”
My breath hitches as his fingers find their way into the waistband of my panties. “What if someone comes in?”
Andrey smirks, “All they’ll see is me kissing my beautiful wife.”
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as his fingers dip into my channel, my hips moving with them. “Andrey...” I bite my lip to keep from crying out as the train jolts and starts to move. The pressure builds inside me, and I can’t stop myself from grinding against his hand.
“Take your panties off for me,” he growls, nipping my neck. I hesitate for a moment before sliding them down my legs, letting him have his way. He groans appreciatively, his fingers working me faster, pushing me closer to the edge. I can feel the tension coiling in my belly, my breath coming in short gasps. I’m so close, but I can’t let go, not here, not on the train. What if someone walks in?
Andrey senses my hesitation and whispers in my ear, “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” His words are my undoing, and I come apart in his arms, biting my lip to keep from screaming as waves of pleasure wash over me. He holds me tight, his fingers still inside me as I ride out the aftershocks.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s smiling at me, a wicked glint in his eye. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
I can’t help but laugh, my cheeks flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. “Maybe not, but next time, let’s find somewhere a little more private, okay?”
He grins, closing the distance between us to crush his lips against mine. “How about we head to the bathroom, and you can take a ride on my cock?”
My gaze drops to the prominent bulge in his pants. “I...uh...” I stammer, meeting his eyes, which are still filled with lust and hunger. “What about cleanliness?” What the fuck Isabella? You’re sitting on a train seat with your panties around your fucking ankles.
“I bet they keep their trains spick-and-span.” Andrey reaches down and forcefully pulls my panties off completely.
I bit my lower lip, staring at him and watching as he stands with my panties in his hands.
“Think of it this way,” he says, leaning over and stuffing my underwear into the duffel bag. “We’re being chased by an unknown enemy, heading towards one of the coldest places in America without any idea of what we’ll find there...” He grins. “We’re already living on the edge. We might as well embrace it and have some fun while we are still alive.”
I swallow hard. Andrey has a good point. And my lower regions are still sensitive and tingly from the orgasm he’s just given me. If I’m frank with myself, I’m aching to feel him inside me once more.
He holds out his hand to me, and I put mine in it, allowing him to pull me up.
“I hope we don’t catch some kind of disease,” I mutter, trying to hide just how fucking aroused I am.
My friend Stacy once mentioned having sex on a plane, and the idea always intrigued me. I’m guessing sex on a train can be equally exciting.
