It’s impossible.
“Stop staring at me like that, you little slut,” he says, his voice sharp like a jagged knife. “And take your goddamn clothes off.”
3
Pixie
I can’t move. My legs are like two pillars of
ice that are about to crack and send me toppling to the floor.
Baron, my stepfather, is glaring down at me like he’s about to kill me, and I don’t know what to do. I can’t move. My tongue feels like it’s glued to the roof of my mouth, and I’m clenching my jaw so tightly I’m probably doing permanent damage to my teeth.
His words repeat in my mind over and over and over, like some terrible song that gets stuck in your head, and you just can’t shake it. There’s no doubt; he definitely just said what I thought he said. Yup. My stepfather just told me to take my clothes off in front of him.
“Don’t make me ask you again, Pixie.”
My eyes flick to the belt wrapped around his hand. Is he really going to use that on me? My butt is still sore from the hand-spanking he gave me. I don’t think I could physically take another punishment.
I have to obey. Do what he says. But I can’t. I literally cannot move. It’s the most 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?”