As I'm lying here, handcuffed to the bed's headboard, I can't help but admit that Cassie knows what she's doing. Her lips on my neck, her hands gripping and caressing my naked flesh—it sends shivers down my spine, despite my reservations about being restrained.

But before things can escalate any further, the damn door bangs open, and in barges Damien. We all freeze for a moment, then that smug grin spreads across his face.

"Thanks for taking care of the foreplay, Cassie. The man will take it from here," he says with a mocking tone.

"Get out of here, you asshole!" I shout at him, my frustration reaching its peak. Cassie joins in, equally enraged.

He quickly shakes his head as if remembering something important. "Lora's passed out downstairs. Do I need to call a fucking ambulance?"

"Shit," I curse, trying to get up, but the chain of the handcuffs pulls me back onto the bed.

"Where's the key?" I demand, my patience rapidly dwindling.

"Oh, uhm, the key..." Cassie stammers, frantically searching around.

"Where the fuck did you put the key, Cassie?" My glare could melt steel.

"I kinda tossed it in our fit of passion..."

"Oh my god, I will fucking kill you if you don't find it right now!"

Damien enters the room, pretending to search for the key. "I can see you staring!" I lash out, sweeping my foot across the bed and launching a pillow straight at his face. He smirks after it hits him.

"Damn, Stephanie, still good with your legs."

"Get out of here!" I pull at the handcuffs, causing my wrists to ache, and then I kick the bed in frustration.

"Oh, so you don't want the key?" Damien taunts, stepping towards me with the silver little key in his hand.

Cassie snatches it from him. "You've seen enough action for one night, kid." She forcefully shoves him out and slams the door shut.

"You mean foreplay?" Damien's voice echoes through the closed door. Cassie shakes her head and approaches me, moving sensually on the bed. But right now, I feel more like prey than a willing participant.

"Cassie... No more games," I plead, my voice laced with urgency.

"Games? Are we playing?" She crawls over me on the bed, her green eyes scanning my body until they meet mine.

"We are not playing. My friend might be hurt," I retort, frustration seeping into my words.

"John's there, she'll be fine. It's not like she wants you anyway," Cassie mutters callously. The darkness clouds my face, and I reach the end of my patience.

"It's not the time for your fucked-up issues, Cassie. Release me, or I swear to god I'll scream so loud it'll make your ears bleed."

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "You think you can scream before I choke you?"

I pause for a moment, taken aback by her chilling remark. Then, unexpectedly, she bursts into laughter and slides the key into the cuffs.

"Fuck you," I mutter under my breath as I rub my wrists and hurriedly start getting dressed. Cassie stays on the bed, watching my every move.

"Sorry, love. You're just so cute when that feistiness comes out of you."

"So you thought that was cute, huh?"

I stride out of the room without even sparing her another glance.