“Yeah, you can do whatever you want, can’t you? You’ve made that pretty fucking clear.”
“Mmm, you do have a mouth on you,” he muses. “I should have known by looking at those lips. Nice and plump. Just like your pussy.”
Jesus Christ…
“Can you stop!?” I shout, whirling on him. “Are you insane? Seriously. Despite the fact that what you did was completely insane and super rapey, you’re my stepdad! It’s like…so wrong! Doubly wrong!”
“First of all, stop pretending you didn’t like it, okay? I saw that sweet little body of yours quivering when I was teasing your clit with my big cock.” My face goes instantly red, and I have to turn away again. It’s like no matter what I do, he has the upper hand. “And second of all, don’t act all innocent. You’ve been prancing around the house trying to get my dick hard in those skimpy little outfits of yours. You’ve been practically begging for it. All I did was give it to you.”
“You what?!”
“Would you have preferred that little fucker, Harry, got his STD-covered hands on you so you could be another notch in his belt? He would have popped that cherry of yours and left you high and dry.”
“As opposed to you?” I ask. “Who’s going to what – romance me and make an honest woman out of me?”
“So that’s what you want, eh?” Baron muses. “Well, okay, but I am going to have to divorce your mom first, and the media is going to jump all over it. Are you ready to be tabloid famous?”
So. Fucking. Infuriating. My eyes try to focus on something outside, but Baron is driving fast, and the rain is streaking across the glass creating nothing but blur. Just like my life feels right now. Impossible to get a grip on.
“I’m serious, you know,” he says, his voice flat. It’s enough to make me turn to him, and this time I see a look on his face I’ve never seen before. It’s…almost honest? Earnest. It’s as though he really wants me to believe him, and for a brief second I almost do. But then I remember that Ba
ron is a businessman. He’s got a PhD in bullshitting, and I know firsthand what kind of a ruthless bastard he can be.
“Go fuck yourself, Dad.”
The look dissipates as his lips twist into a smile. “No, Pixie. I’m going to fuck you.”
“Going to rape me this time?” I spit back. “Get what you couldn’t last night?”
“I could have had you last night, Pixie. Don’t think for a second that I couldn’t. I could have pinned you up against that wall and ruined your little virgin cunt. But I didn’t, did I? I held back and only gave you a taste.”
“Well color me the luckiest girl in the world,” I reply spitefully. I realize I’m not shivering anymore. This…little chat has my heart rate up along with my body temperature. But I can still feel a chill deep down in my bones, and I’m not sure if it’s from the rain or the fear of my stepdad.
We sit in silence until we reach the house, and before I can get out of the car, he’s at my door like a valet and opens it for me.
“Gee, thanks,” I mutter.
“Come on.” He smiles. “Let’s get you warmed up.”
For some reason, he tries to take my hand, but I snatch it away. What is he thinking? That I’ll just forget about last night because he’s pretending to be a gentleman now? Fat chance. I walk right past him and head inside on my own.
He wasn’t lying; he did start a fire, and despite the fact that it’s a bit of a surrender to him, I toss my poncho aside and take a seat beside it. The laces on my shoes are wet and swollen and make it hard to untie them, but Baron kneels down beside me to help.
“You should have worn your boots,” he tells me.
“You don’t have to do that,” I reply.
“Do what? Undress you? We both know just how much I like to do that.”
I ignore him and start warming my hands by the fire. As he takes my shoes off, I pretend that I’m a queen and he’s my servant doing my bidding. In reality, it’s more like he’s my captor and I’m his captive.
“You haven’t eaten all day, have you? Why don’t I make us something?”
It’s so absurd I have to laugh. “You are ridiculous.”
“Why’s that?”
“I’m not going to eat dinner with you, Baron,” I reply. “Or let you cook for me. Just forget it.”