BOUND TO THE ENEMY
Her heart was going a mile a minute, tightly clenched, her dry mouth battling for control of her breath, as she wore flimsy, crazed nerves.
"No more, please, no more!"
"Shut up!"
"No more! Please, leave me... No more," begged the feminine voice again, manufactured by a terrified, tired, pleading cry.
"I told you to be quiet."
Carla opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth with her hands.
What she saw was the worst scene she ever thought would witness in her life. A guy with fluffy, light brown hair and a bushy but neatly trimmed beard was having sex with a woman he was pinning against a glass and steel desk.
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