Her Ruthless Protector
vulnerable and helpless I’ve ever felt in my life. I can’t even cry.Baron snarls, steps forward, and snatches the hem of my shirt with one hand. In a quick, single movement, he tears it straight down the middle, exposing my breasts. I’m on full display for him. My stepfather. No man alive has ever seen me like this before, and I don’t know what to do.
“Look at those fucking tits,” he growls. “You think that bastard wanted anything else from you? You think he wanted to be your fucking soul mate? No. He wanted these, and this.”
He moves his hand down and points a threatening finger between my legs. My body starts buzzing with a mixture of emotions I can’t even begin to process. I didn’t know what to do back in Harry’s car, but this is on a whole other level.
“You’ve never given that pussy to anyone, have you?”
At first I think it’s a rhetorical question, but he waits for me to answer. I swallow hard and try to speak, but the words still won’t come. In the end, I have to simply shake my head in response.
He shakes his head. Disgusted? I don’t even know.
“He wanted to be the first one inside you, Pixie,” he says, his voice low and his fingers dangerously close. “He watched you blossom from the awkward, ugly duckling you used to be into the fucking sexpot you are now. He told his friends he was going to fuck you, take that little virgin pussy as his own, pop your cherry, and then toss you aside like a piece of trash. Do you understand that?”
Still, no words come to me. But Baron isn’t playing around anymore. He takes his finger and jabs me in the stomach, forcing me to gasp and find my tongue.
“I—I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Yeah. He’s disgusted with me, and with my chest exposed, I feel so ashamed. “You must know nothing about men then. Shit, what am I saying? That was no man back there. That was some prick little boy who thinks he’s hot shit. A real man would never treat you like that.”
What’s he talking about? Is he—no. Of course not.
He doesn’t want me. He wants to embarrass me. Teach me a lesson. Punish me and show me he’s my stepfather and the man of the house.
Don’t be stupid, Pixie.
“Take your shorts off.” Okay, this is getting intense. He can’t possibly mean that…right? “I’m not kidding. Take them off.”
“Baron, please,” I whimper. “I understand my mistake now. I’ll block his number and never talk to him again.”
For the first time tonight, a glimpse of amusement appears in Baron’s eyes. “You think that’s what this is about? You stupid slut—”
“I am not a slut!”
The words burst out of me, and I mean them. I’ve never even kissed a guy, let alone had sex or done anything that could ever classify me as a slut.
“No?” Baron laughs. “Then what is all this shit with you prancing around the house wearing next to nothing? You think it’s funny? Just trying to make your stepdad’s dick hard?”
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…!
Make his dick hard? Is he joking?
One look at his face tells me he isn’t. Maybe I knew it all along – that he was attracted to me. Maybe that was the main reason I was doing what I was doing, but I never expected this. He’s a rich, handsome, powerful man. But he’s also sleeping with my mom for crying out loud! It’s not like anything was actually ever going to happen.
But then again, look at us now…
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Baron nods as my face betrays my emotions. “You’re eighteen now, Pixie. You’re a woman, and I’m going to show you where dressing like that gets you. Now take those goddamn shorts off before I rip them off too.”
“Baron, no…please…”
I can’t take the humiliation. It’s bad enough that my breasts are out, but for him to see the…rest of me?
The reality of the situation is starting to close in on me. This isn’t just going to stop anytime soon. He’s serious. Quivering, I back away from him, but he advances on me, eyes fierce, until my back hits the wall.
“You’re really going to make me do it, aren’t you?”
Baron is terrifying. I’m seriously shaking now. I can’t tell whether he wants to strip me naked or slap me in the face. Suddenly, Harry doesn’t seem so bad anymore.
“I…I can’t…” Even my words betray me. I’m whimpering like a child. Where are my nerves? Where’s my spunk? It’s like Baron has drained me of everything and left me as nothing but a shell of myself before him.
“This is what that boy would have done to you,” he tells me, slipping a finger in the hem of my shorts. My core goes tight, trembling as he pulls. I want to stop him, but I can’t move. My body will not listen to me. “Every action has a consequence, and acting like a slut will get you treated like a slut.”
He pulls harder, and when I feel the cool air on my mound, I manage to make myself move. I snatch his wrist with one hand and try to stop him, but all it does is make him laugh.
“How can you be so naïve? You really think you can fight me off? You couldn’t even fight off that little pussy boy back there, and I’m twice his size.”
A burst of heat flares inside me, wrapping me in its painful embrace like my blood has been replaced by lava. Shame. It overwhelms me as my stepdad pulls my shorts down over my hips. They fall to the floor, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my panties.
“Christ, a fucking thong too. When did you start wearing those?”
“I…I’m eighteen now…”
“So that means you can dress like a whore, huh?” He just shakes his head, his eyes fixed between my legs. No. Please don’t ask me to…
“Take them off.”
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