Raya’s POV
I crashed into a hard chest, but I was still so stunned from the scene before me to turn and look at who I had just hit. Drusilla was bent over a massive dark wooden desk, her breast firmly pressed against its surface. Elliot was holding onto her braid tight as he pounded into her hard. It seemed violent and intense, and yet Drusilla seemed to be enjoying it through her medolic moans and screams. I knew I needed to leave, needed to look away before I was caught, but it was like a train wreck I couldn't pry my eyes away from.
Whoever I bumped into must have gotten mad at my lack of attention, or apology, as they wrapped their arm around my waist from behind. To prevent me from making a sound, their other hand clasped over my mouth as they pulled me away from the scene that wou
