The temptation.
Contains explicit content. Do not read if you are not above 18.
“Mnnn-Yes!-Arghhh!”
My mom’s best friend had both of my hands held with handcuffs at the head side of his bed. The cold metal bit into my wrists every time I tugged. My legs were tied with ropes to the ceiling, leaving both my legs hung in the air for my mom’s best friend to grant easy access to my p***y.
The position left me completely open, exposed, and helpless. Blood rushed to my head as I hung there, thighs trembling from the strain.
He glanced at me. A smile of pleasure escaped his lips, one that made me swallow a hard lump down my throat, knowing how hard I was about to get brutally f****d.
“Look at you,” Cassian murmured, voice low and rough. He stepped closer between my spread legs, running one heavy hand down the inside of my thigh. “All tied up and dripping already. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you, Elowen?”
I could only moan in answer. The air felt cool against my soaked folds. He didn’t tease for long. He gripped my hips hard, lined himself up, and thrust in with one powerful stroke that forced a broken cry from my throat.
“f**k—yes!” I gasped as he filled me completely, stretching me open.
He didn’t give me time to adjust. He f****d me hard and deep, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room with every brutal thrust. The ropes creaked above me. My body swung slightly with the force of each stroke. His hands stayed locked on my waist, holding me steady so he could drive into me exactly how he wanted.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take it. Take every inch like the filthy little slut you are.”
I moaned louder, the sound raw. Pleasure and the sharp edge of being completely at his mercy crashed through me at the same time. He kept going, relentless, until my legs shook harder and my voice broke on every breath.
BEFORE IT ALL BEGAN.
“Bell rings.”
“And that’s it for today. Make sure to read your history textbook for your upcoming final exams. Have a lovely weekend,” Mrs. Roberta, our history teacher, said as she closed her notebook.
Chairs scraped. Bags zipped. The classroom filled with the usual Friday noise—laughter, complaints about homework, plans for the weekend. I shoved my books into my bag slower than everyone else, pretending to check my phone so I wouldn’t have to walk out with the crowd.
I stepped out of the school building into the warm Friday afternoon air. The parking lot was already half empty. Most of the other students were rushing off to parties or hanging out, but I just wanted to get home, change out of my uniform, and disappear into my room for the weekend.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I expected it to be my mom. Instead, Baron’s name lit up the screen.
I answered, already walking toward the gates. “Hey. Are you outside?”
There was a short pause on the other end.
“Sorry, baby… I couldn’t come to pick you up,” Baron said. His voice sounded distracted. “Claire really needed my help.”
My eyes grew wide in shock.
Claire.
His ex.
I was too stunned and angry to speak. The words stuck in my throat like glass. For a second the noise of the parking lot faded and all I could hear was the dull rush of blood in my ears.
Baron kept talking, something about how it was “just this once” and that he’d make it up to me later, but I barely registered any of it. I ended the call without saying goodbye and shoved the phone back into my pocket so hard it almost hurt.
My hands were shaking.
Of all the people. Claire. The same girl he swore he was completely done with. The same girl whose name still popped up on his phone more often than it should.
I stood there for a moment longer than I meant to, jaw tight, trying to force the anger down. It didn’t work.
That was when my phone buzzed again.
Mom:
Running late at work again. Can you stop by Cassian’s place and drop off the spare keys I left on the kitchen counter? He needs them. Text me when you’re done. Love you.
I stared at the message, still burning with leftover fury. Cassian. My mom’s best friend. The man who had been coming around our house for as long as I could remember. Tall, broad-shouldered, always smelling faintly of cedar and something darker. The one who used to ruffle my hair when I was little and now looked at me in a way that made my stomach twist every time our eyes met.
I shouldn’t have felt anything about going to his house. It was just keys. A quick favor.
But right then, with Baron’s voice still echoing in my head and Claire’s name sitting like poison on my tongue, the idea of going straight home felt unbearable.
I walked home, grabbed the keys from the counter without even changing out of my uniform, and headed straight back out.
Cassian’s house was only a ten-minute walk from ours. Quiet street. Big trees. His black truck parked in the driveway like always.
I stood on the porch longer than I needed to, keys digging into my palm. My pulse was still too fast, anger and something sharper tangled together under my skin. Then I knocked.
The door opened almost immediately.
Cassian stood there in a dark t-shirt that clung to his chest, jeans hanging low on his hips. His hair was slightly messy, like he’d been running his hands through it. When he saw me, something flickered in his eyes—surprise first, then something heavier.
“Elowen.” His voice was low. “Didn’t expect you.”
I held up the keys, trying to keep my tone light even though my chest still felt tight. “Mom said you needed these.”
He took them slowly, fingers brushing mine for a second too long. The contact sent a spark straight up my arm.
“Come in for a minute,” he said. It wasn’t really a question.
I should have said no. I should have turned around and left.
Instead, I stepped inside.
The door closed behind me with a soft click that felt louder than it should have. The house smelled like him—warm wood, faint cologne, and something that made my skin feel too tight.
Cassian set the keys on the entry table and turned to face me fully. His gaze dragged over me in a way that made my uniform skirt suddenly feel too short.
“You walked here like that?” he asked, nodding toward my school clothes.
I swallowed. “Yeah. It wasn’t far.”
He stepped closer. Not touching me yet, but close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes.
“You shouldn’t be walking around alone looking like that,” he murmured. “Someone might get the wrong idea.”
My heart was hammering. I could still feel the leftover anger from Baron’s call, but under Cassian’s stare it was starting to turn into something else entirely.
“What idea?” I asked, voice quieter than I meant it to be.
Cassian’s jaw tightened. For a second he looked like he was fighting himself. Then he reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering against my cheek.
“The kind of idea,” he said slowly, “that makes a man forget you’re off-limits.”
The air between us felt electric. I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t.
His thumb traced the line of my jaw, then dropped to my lower lip, pressing lightly.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rough. “Say the word and I’ll let you walk out of here right now.”
I opened my mouth.
No words came out.
Cassian’s eyes darkened. He leaned in, his breath warm against my lips.
“Last chance, Elowen.”
I still didn’t move.
And that was the moment everything truly began.
