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  Her Ruthless Protector

  Jenna Rose

  Copyright © 2019 by Jenna Rose

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  Author’s Note

  There’s no question - this book is a DARK, BULLY romance.

  It’s over-the-top, contains some very dark scenes that may trigger some readers. If you think that this book may not be a good fit for you, please stop reading now.

  I know why Baron and Pixie do the things they do and want the things that they want, but there are some boundaries being pushed here that might not work for everyone.

  I love their story and loved writing this, so I really hope you enjoy it too. But don’t say I didn’t warn you :)

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  Contents

  1. Pixie

  2. Pixie

  3. Pixie

  4. Pixie

  5. Pixie

  6. Pixie

  7. Pixie

  8. Pixie

  9. Pixie

  10. Pixie

  11. Pixie

  12. Pixie

  13. Pixie

  14. Pixie

  Epilogue

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  1

  Pixie

  It can be tough living at home, especially when you’re 18. But it can be even tougher when your mom remarries the biggest bully in the world.

  Baron, my stepdad, is a cold, ruthless billionaire, known for his take-no-prisoners approach to business. He gobbles up his competitors and spits them out again. I knew from the minute we moved in with him in his big, modern, lavish home that he didn’t like me, and what happened yesterday just confirmed it.

  He’s snapped at me before – mostly because he doesn’t like my fashion sense. Talk about a controlling man. What kind of stepdad has the balls to tell his stepdaughter that what she’s wearing is inappropriate around the house? So what if I want to wear short-shorts? It’s not like anyone can see me.

  I’m not proud of it, but his comments made me want to wear those things even more. So I did.

  I started buying shorter and shorter shorts just to spite him, and seeing the look on his face when I’d come downstairs in them was priceless. I loved seeing how mad it made him. How dare I stand up to the king, right? He may be my mom’s husband, but he’s not my dad, and I’m not about to get on my knees for him and do what he tells me.

  I kept pushing it until finally he took me aside when my mom wasn’t home and screamed at me. It was strange; he couldn’t even look at me as he did. He told me the next time I defied him I would be “severely punished.”

  I figured he was just trying to scare me, so I went ahead and pushed it even further. But I was wrong.

  I ruined his meeting with a Christian bakery by walking through his conference room in a pair of shorts that were basically underwear, and a tank top that showed so much side-boob it might as well have been my whole boob. So what did Stepdad do?

  He spanked me.

  Yeah. Like a little girl. After they left, he literally came and found me in my room, grabbed me by the arm, put me over his knee and spanked me. Hard.

  I tried to cry out, but it was no use. He put a hand over my mouth and held me down. I was powerless. It was the most humiliated I’d ever been in my life, and my butt is still sore. Baron told me I was a bad girl and that I was his stepdad and he had complete and total authority over me. He told me he wouldn’t stand for my “daddy issues” and that I should stop prancing around the house “teasing” him.

  Imagine that? Teasing him? The man who has sex with my mother? Talk about gross. I guess he thinks that just because he’s six-foot-four and has the body of a gladiator and all the women in the world want him, that I do too.

  “You’re dressed like a fucking slut!” he told me. “But I’m not about to let you turn into one.”

  He took my phone from me so I couldn’t “text boys” or “post thirst trap pics” on Instagram. I tried to get my mom to back me up, but she buckled as she usually does. There’s no question that she’s with him for his money. To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s got a side guy; she’s always texting on her phone when Baron isn’t around.

  Since he spanked me, my rebelliousness has soared to an all-time high. I’m doing things I don’t even know if I want to do just to upset him. Like meeting up with Harry tonight.

  Harry is the captain of the hockey team at my school. He’s super popular, a total Chad, and usually dates girls who look like they’re going to become the head of their sorority when they head off to college next year. So when he messaged me and asked me to “hang out” and check out his new car, I knew what he was up to, but I said yes anyway. Just to spite my stepdad.

  I should be able to do what I want. Is that too much to ask? Maybe it’s not the expected thing for a girl my age to do, but I’m standing up for myself. Just because Baron is able to boss my mom around doesn’t mean he gets to do it to me too. What kind of guy in his 30s tries to control what a girl can wear?

  Baron may have taken my phone, but he didn’t take my laptop. I see Harry has sent me a message and quickly check it.

  Hey. I’ll be outside in five.

  I send a quick reply and finish getting ready. My hair is teased to look like I just had sex – being a virgin I don’t really know what that would look like, so I just am sort of winging it – and I’m wearing a skimpy pair of shorts and a cropped T-shirt that shows underboob if I stretch my arms too high. Baron is at the office still, and if I’m being honest with myself, I kind of wish he wasn’t, just so I could walk downstairs and pass him and see how pissed he gets.

  I pass my mom’s bedroom on the way out. She’s on her iPad as usual and doesn’t even give me a glance as I head downstairs. I could be running a meth lab with Walt and Jessie out of the basement and she wouldn’t even notice. I know people like to talk about absent fathers, but if there’s a female equivalent, it would be my mom. I’ve been practically raising myself for as long as I can remember.

  It’s a chilly evening, and the clouds are dark and murky in the deep, violet sky. A parka would be more appropriate than what I’m wearing now, and I can’t help but smile when I think about what Baron’s reaction would be if he saw me skipping down the driveway right now with half my butt hanging out.

  Down the street a ways, I see the headlights from Harry’s car and make my way over to it. He’s wearing a total bro outfit. Tank top and shorts with beer can prints on them and a pair of worn-out sandals. His eyes flicker as I get in.

  “Goddamn, girl. What you doing with a body like that?”

  For some reason, as he drags his eyes up my body, I wonder if Baron said something similar to my mom when they first met. I highly doubt it. He may be an asshole – an overbearing, sexually repressive, slut-shaming asshole – but he has a bit more class than Harry.

  “I dunno.” I shrug coyly. “What am I doing with it?”

  The better question is what am I doing here?

  I honestly don’t know. As I shift my weight from my sore butt to my thigh, I realize that the fantasy I had in my head of coming out here in defiance of my stepdad, is a lot better than the reality. What good is it if he’s not even here to see it? And what do I even want with Harry anyway?


  Sure, he’s the captain of the hockey team, but he’s also the same age as me and a total player. I know for a fact he’s slept with at least five girls on the cheerleading squad, and rumor has it he gave Christy gonorrhea.

  It’s a total flip seeing a guy react positively to seeing me. I don’t wear this kind of stuff at school, that’s for sure, and the only man who’s seen me in an outfit like this is Baron, who apparently wants me wrapped in a burlap sack or something. Harry, on the other hand, seems to love it.

  “The other guys on the team didn’t believe me when I told them you had a killer body,” he muses, licking his lips. “They also said you were a prude who never hooks up with guys and that I had no shot. But you never got hit on by the captain of the hockey team, did you?”

  Gag. I think I’m going to be sick.

  Yeah. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

  “Umm…” I discretely reach behind me for the door handle, but as I do, Harry moves right in for the kiss.

  Oh, shit.

  2

  Pixie

  I sort of freeze as Harry leans in.

  He’s going to kiss me. It’s no surprise. I knew he wanted that from me (or more) when he texted me and told me to come outside, but I guess I just wasn’t prepared for the reality of it all.

  Harry is the captain of the varsity hockey team at my school. He’s also got a scholarship for college next year, and a lot of people say he’ll one day end up in the NHL. I had a big crush on him three years ago, but he wouldn’t even look at me, so when he asked for my number last week at school, how could I say no?

  Harry asking me out is like NASA asking me to join an expedition to the moon; it just shouldn’t happen. But it did, and that’s how I ended up here.

  I had it all planned out, and it’s working. But now – now I don’t know what to do.

  Do I really want to kiss him?

  No, that’s a stupid question. Of course I don’t. I want him to want to kiss me. That’s all. God, Baron is right; I’m so immature. He’s been telling me that for six months now, but it’s hard to take anything he says to heart when he says it like I’m the dumbest girl who’s ever lived.

  “You think that’s appropriate to wear around the goddamn house?” he’s asked me many times before.

  And then the spanking…

  Talk about humiliating. But at the same time, I kind of liked it. Baron’s always so stoic, icy and calm. It’s one of the reasons he’s so good at what he does, I’m sure. But when he marched upstairs and started screaming at me…well, let’s just say I was kind of proud of getting a reaction out of him.

  Maybe his dickheadedness is rubbing off on me.

  When I feel the heat from Harry’s breath as he moves in to kiss me, I start to panic. Shit, how did I get myself into this? I have to do something. But what? I can’t stop him now. How crappy would that be? He’ll call me a tease and tell everyone at school about how I led him on and then gave him blue balls or something.

  But I don’t want him to kiss me!

  Thankfully, someone else makes the decision for me.

  The passenger side door almost comes off its hinges as Baron rips it open.

  “You!” he roars. I look up in terror. Is he yelling at me? “Yes, you, you little slut. Get out of there!”

  “B—Baron—?”

  “Now!”

  I try to step out of the car, but my body just doesn’t seem to want to listen to me, and my feet get all caught up on each other.

  “Mr. Stark, I’m sorry, I—”

  “Can it, you little prick,” he growls, snatching my arm in his hand. He’s strong as an ox, and I want to cry out as his fingers dig into my skin, but I keep quiet. I’m already in enough trouble. “I see you in this neighborhood again and I’ll fucking destroy you, understand?”

  “Hey, I said I’m sorry,” Harry replies, sounding a lot less scared than he should be. Having been the target of Baron’s anger, I would know. “Don’t threaten me.”

  “Don’t threaten you?” Baron snarls. “Listen here, you little fuckstick. You may be some hotshot hockey jock at your school, and your folks might have a little cash. What’s your dad do again? He’s a dentist, right? Well, let me explain something to you, okay? I could buy your whole fucking street, your school and your father a hundred times over. I am someone you do not want to fuck with, and unless you want to feel the fucking hammer come down on you and your whole fucking family, you will stay away from this girl. Do you understand?”

  Harry’s starting to get it. A look of insecurity I’ve never seen before begins to take over his face. He gulps and slowly nods.

  “That’s right. You lay one finger on her – you even send her a single fucking text, and I’ll buy every NHL team in the league just to make sure you never set a skate on the ice. Do not test me.”

  Baron slams Harry’s car door shut with such force that I’m shocked it doesn’t crumble. Harry flicks his lights on and quickly pulls away from us. I don’t know if I’m embarrassed or afraid, but I’m a complete mess on the inside.

  “Of all the stupid fucking things…” Baron growls as he leads me up the road to the house. “You know anything about that prick?”

  “I—”

  “You know he had a sexual assault allegation last year? No? Of course you don’t. His prick father paid the girl’s family off to keep things quiet. And you, Miss-Don’t-Slut-Shame-Me is sitting in his car with him thinking what? He’s going to romance you?”

  I can barely breathe. My feet feel like rotten eggplants, and I stumble as I try to keep up with Baron’s pace.

  “No, I didn’t think—”

  “Exactly!” he bellows. “You didn’t think about that. You didn’t think about what I’d do to you when I caught you tonight either. All you thought about was what kind of outfit you could wear to show off that fucking body of yours.”

  My…body? What’s Baron doing commenting on my body?

  I can see the anger in his eyes as he opens the front door and pulls me inside. I expect him to send me up to my room, but that’s not what happens. Gripping my arm like he wants to tear it off, he pulls me across the living room and over to the door that leads to his private study where I am never allowed to go.

  “I—I promise I’ll never do anything like this again, Baron,” I whimper. “Can I just go upstairs and go to bed now, please?”

  He’s not stopping. I’m pulled into his office, and he quickly closes and locks the door behind me. Finally, he releases my arm, but that doesn’t matter; I’m still not going anywhere.

  “No you cannot.” His eyes are firm, flaming and terrifying. I hate the fact that I know my stepfather is handsome. Incredibly handsome. I shouldn’t be having thoughts like that about him. It’s just so wrong.

  My body goes tense as he unbuckles his belt and slides it out of his pants. Still glaring at me, he begins to wrap it around his hand so tightly I can hear the sound of the leather stretching around his knuckles.

  “Baron…”

  “I guess the last time I punished you wasn’t enough. You still don’t realize what you’re doing. Well, I guess it’s time to really give you a lesson.”

  This can’t be happening. I know I screwed up, but what is he about to do to me?

  “I’m sorry…” I whisper, not knowing what else to say.

  “It’s too late for that. There’s only one thing you can do now, Pixie. Strip.”

  The world freezes.

  What?

  The pressure of the moment is crushing against my chest. I’m suddenly conscious of every inch of my body as I break out in a thin layer of sweat. My arms are covered in goose bumps.

  No. I couldn’t have just heard what I think I heard.

  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.”