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“Can you take your feet off the dashboard, Rhian? I have seen reports about people getting into accidents and getting hurt sitting like that,” Adam says, his hands tightening on the steering wheel.

I wiggle my feet and keep them there, enjoying the cool air from the open window. The temperature was dropping, which can only mean rain.

“Then keep your eyes on the road, you dirty old pervert,” I say, seeing his eyes flick over to my legs. I love messing with him. When he first came into our lives, he had tried to parent me, tried to control me. I was 15. No teenager wants a stepparent trying to control them, much less one who looks like Adam.

He isn't a bad-looking guy, but he’s definitely a fuck boy. I look at him, wondering why my mom would marry someone like him. Sure, he’s sexy for an older guy, but he’s the type that peaked in high school.

I had seen him trying on his dusty, wrinkled, letterman's jacket last week and had to contain my laughter as I filmed him on my phone. I had to cover the sound with a cough and run away when he did the football block, groaning from the aches time had delivered to his body.

“Rhian, I don't understand why you always butt heads with me. I just don't want you getting hurt,” he says, his hands sliding along the wheel. I stare at them, watch them move, and narrow my eyes. I hate how even his hand movements feel slightly sexual.

“You make it so easy, Adam,” I say, pulling my earbuds out. He shakes his head and keeps driving, the access road to the cabin approaching quickly.

I hate that he tries to tell me what to do. I'm an adult, a college student, and he is trying to control me despite me being twenty.

Who does that? I wonder to myself, finding my music app and letting the sounds wash over me. Someone who has nothing better to do with their life, I answer myself, smirking at Adam, glad he can't hear my thoughts.

I imagined pushing him over the side of a cliff, wondering if anyone would miss him aside from my mom. He’s nothing but a fuck boy, a shiny toy for my mom to play with until she gets tired of him.

I close my eyes, imagining all the ways I can humiliate or torture my stepfather when the car comes to a stop.

“What's wrong?” I ask, lazily opening my bright blue eyes.

I stare at the bridge over the river, the final landmark we are to pass before getting to my family's cabin. The water churns and swells, the white caps of the waves being pushed by the wind.

“That water looks rough. Got a storm coming,” Adam says, stating the obvious. I look at the sky, the dark gray clouds blotting out the sun and roll my eyes.

“No shit, dumbass,” I whisper, moving my hand toward the road. “Let's go. I gotta pee.”

I put my phone away and pull my feet from the dashboard, my tiny shorts sliding up even further. Adam sighs loudly, puts the truck in gear, and continues on the road.

My mom had to work, so she would be coming up tomorrow, bringing the heavy duffels of clothing I had packed the previous day, crammed full of shirts, shorts, and shoes. We planned to stay a week, and I wanted to visit the local town as often as possible to avoid being around my mom and the dipshit she married.

The cabin eases into view, the wrap-around front porch serving as a nice place to relax. The windows are dark, and a sense of tiredness comes over me.

Adam parks the truck and looks at me, his eyes wandering up my legs again. I turn and stare him down, eyes digging into him.

“Why do you have to be such a fucking creep, Adam? Want me to call you Daddy? Want me to ride that cock?” I ask, feeling my anger start to boil.

The muscles in his jaw twitch and flex as he looks out the windshield, his hands tightening on the steering wheel.

I know I’m getting under his skin, and it thrills me to no end.

Adam pulls the keys from the truck and opens the door, talking over his shoulder.

“Can you bring the groceries in before the storm? I need to go gather some wood for the fireplace before the storm hits,” he demands, walking toward the back of the cabin, his long jean clad legs taking him away from me.

My eyes fixate on his ass, the jeans stretching over his body. I sigh, rolling my eyes. It was such a waste for a guy with an ass like that to be such an asshole. I grab my phone and earbuds and go inside, searching out the bathroom.

I can hear Adam bringing wood in, dropping it heavily in the next room, loud bangs on the floor. The silence lets me know he has left again, and I quickly finish up in the bathroom.

With a groan, I go to the bedroom I have at the cabin and flop onto the full-size bed, the dark clouds giving the room a dark cave-like ambiance.

With a soft yawn and the sound of the rain hitting the windows, my eyes grow heavy, and I quickly fall asleep.

“You stupid little bitch! I ask you to do one thing and you can't even do that. This generation is full of lazy, entitled little half asses like you,” Adam's loud voice wakes me rudely.

I jerk, flinching as I open my eyes. I move to sit up and watch as Adam's heated eyes drop to my chest. I follow his gaze, seeing an escaped breast hanging out of my tank top.

My nipple hardens as I tuck my tit back in and look at Adam.

“What are you talking about? I fell asleep. What is your fucking problem?” I yell, getting up from the bed, my feet soft on the carpet. I try to move past Adam and hear him sigh loudly.

“No, no more of your stupid excuses,” he says, his hand landing on the back of my neck. I cringe and try to pull away, making him grip even harder.

“Fuck, what are you doing? Get your hands off me, you fucking has been,” I say, twisting and turning to look at him.

Anger flashes in his eyes before he pushes me back toward the bed.

“Shut the fuck up. I am so tired of your bull shit, Rhian. You need to learn a lesson,” he said, pushing me on the bed. My heart races, panic rushing through me as his face reddens, his cheeks becoming enflamed.

My eyes stay on his hands, widening as he reaches for his belt.

“Adam, no, don't touch me. You aren't going to fuck me, you piece of shit. I'll scream, fight, kick you in the balls,” I threaten, trying to get off the bed.

He pounces on me, moving quicker than I expect. He must still have some of those football moves in him somewhere.

I scream, my fists beating against him. I buck my hips as he grabs my arms, pulling them over my head.

“Adam, stop. Please, you don't want to do this,” I start to beg, tears welling up in my eyes. He wraps the belt around my wrists and loops it between the heavy metal slates of my headboard, trapping me in place. I yank at the restraint, surprised at how tight it is.

He starts to move, his body weight pressing against me. The bed squeaks and sags, making me twist even more as my body goes on high alert from his assault. With a heavy, defeated groan, he moves off the bed, sitting at the end.

A flash of light brightens the room, quickly followed by the low rumble of thunder that makes the cabin vibrate slightly.

In the panic of avoiding Adam's advances, I failed to notice the storm outside the house.

I tug at the belt, watching him closely.

“Why are you so mad at me? I didn't do anything wrong. All I did was come inside and fall asleep,” I say, wincing as the pull of the belt rubs against my wrists.

“Are you really that fucking stupid, Rhian? You don't remember me asking you to do anything? Anything at all?” he says, rubbing his hands over his face with a groan.

I close my eyes, trying to remember what he had asked of me. I had been too focused on going to the bathroom to remember. I tend to check out of most conversations I have with Adam. His mouth might have been moving but I was not listening.

“Dude, I don't know. Just tell me. I'm not in the mood for guessing games from an idiot like you,” I say, kicking at him.

He was too far to feel any impact from my foot but that didn't mean I wouldn't try again.

“The groceries, Rhian. You left the groceries outside and now it's raining,” he says, exasperated, looking at me in disbelief.

He shakes his head, a look of disgust on his face. My eyes land on his full lips and stubble along his cheeks.

“Can't you just bring them in and wipe them down?” I ask, letting my head drop to the pillow. I didn't understand what the big deal is. It isn't hard to do. Everything is in plastic now, isn't it? He looks at me, shaking his head.

“There was a lot of boxed foods. That rain has turned most of that into a pile of mush. Cardboard is useless in a downpour. So much money wasted all because you... had to pee,” he spits out, rolling his eyes as he rises from the bed, moving toward the door.

“You have to let me out. Undo the belt,” I beg as he leaves the room. I can still smell his cologne and the rainwater clinging to his clothing.

“No. I have to go to town and get more groceries because you're a dumbass, Rhian. Maybe when I get back, and you say sorry, I will undo the belt. Get comfortable. You're good at that, right? Laying on your back,” he says, his voice carrying from the stairs.