STEP-DAD'S SECRET

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⁠ CHAPTER (13) THIRTEEN

MAI'S POV

I giggled at Caleb's joke, playfully rolling my eyes. "Seriously, and you let him?" I asked, still chuckling.

Caleb shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "It's not like I had any other choice."

He looked at me, his eyes locking onto mine, and I felt a flutter in my chest. "Today's my first time seeing you other than in uniform," he said, his voice low.

I raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across my face. "Well, it must be your lucky day."

Caleb's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "I know we just started dating, but Mai, you're perfect and I..."

Just as he was about to say something more, a wave of water splashed over us, soaking us both. I let out a startled yelp, laughing as I turned to see Zoey grinning at us from the pool.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, pretending to be annoyed.

Zoey stuck her tongue out at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I couldn't help but laugh, feeling carefree and happy in this moment with my friends. People were insane.

"Come on, hop in! The water's perfect."

I stepped into the pool area, the cool water enveloping me in its refreshing embrace. Zoey's voice echoed in my mind, "Come on, hop in! The water's perfect." I slipped into the water, feeling the chill wrap around me.

Caleb handed me a glass of wine. "Let's toast to a perfect day," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. I hesitated, but the wine was too enticing. "Should we be drinking so much?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Caleb's reassuring smile put me at ease. "It's fine, nothing can happen." The wine was delicious, and before I knew it, I'd had one too many. The world began to spin, and I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me.

I stumbled out of the pool area, cold air hitting me. I wrapped Zoey's jacket around me, trying to shake off the haze. The world seemed to tilt, and I felt myself swaying. I needed to get some fresh air.

The chill of the night air slowly brought me back. I looked around, realizing I was outside in just a bikini and Zoey's jacket. The cold seeped into my bones, but I couldn't shake off the lingering effects of the wine. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head. Shouldn't have drank, that was what I thought, will never drink again. I walked through the darkness, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the walls. The fountain's gentle gurgle drew me in, and I splashed water on my face, feeling the coolness revive me,—guess the teachers were right about this experience. The haze of the wine began to lift, and my thoughts cleared.

Before I could process what had happened, two black cars emerged from the shadows. Roman's men, no doubt sent to fetch me. I sighed inwardly, knowing I'd been found. One of the men stepped out and approached me, his expression neutral. "Get in, Mai," he said, his voice firm but polite.

I hesitated for a moment, but what choice did I have? I slid into the car, the leather seats enveloping me in comfort. As we drove to the mansion, I couldn't help but think of the scolding I'd receive from Roman. I imagined the look on his face, a mix of concern and annoyance.

The cars pulled up to the mansion, the grand entrance looming before us. I steeled myself for the lecture ahead, wondering what Roman would say this time. The doors opened, and I stepped out, my heart sinking in anticipation of what was to come. I walked into the mansion, relieved to see Roman wasn't waiting for me in the foyer. I breathed a sigh of relief and headed straight to my room. Once inside, I shed Zoey's jacket and made my way to the shower, craving the warmth and comfort of the water.

Just as I was about to step under the stream, Roman's voice sent a shiver down my spine. "Back so soon, Mai?"

I spun around, my heart racing. "What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant despite the flutter in my chest.

Roman leaned against the doorway, his eyes fixed on me. "It's my house. Why are you back so late?"

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "I went to study with Zoey," I said finally.

Roman raised an eyebrow. "In that?" He nodded towards the bikini lying on the floor.

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. "Yes, so," I replied, trying to maintain my composure.

Roman's gaze lingered on me, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Oh, together with Caleb, you wanted to attend that pool party, didn't you?"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "So."

Roman's expression shifted, a smile spreading across his face. "That brings punishment." His words were laced with a warmth that made my heart skip a beat. As he spoke, Roman stepped forward, his eyes locked on mine, and I felt my breath catch in anticipation. "Spending time with a boy like Caleb when you could be with a man like me."

"Excuse me?"

"Let me guess, he f•cked you good huh?" I rasped.

I gasped at his mind.

"you really are a special s1ut." He hissed, his face closer enough I could smell him. He gripped my wrist, tightening it as his fingers dug into my skin. "You're just another wh0re who can't resist a good f•ck."

god! F•ck him.

"You're a monster, I would never f•ck someone like you." I spat, my voice shaking with anger but my words only made him go harder on me.

"You'll rather f•ck caleb huh?" He asked. When I didn't reply, he went insane. He dragged me forward, pinning me down on the bed's mattress, body pressed against mine.

"You want me Mai." He growled. "You want me to f•ck you still you can't walk, till you bleed hm?"

I shook my head. "No roman you're my stepdad."

But he just chuckled. "F•ck stepdad, I'm going to f•ck you Mai." He whispered, his hand and fingers made contact with my hair. "You're already w£t for me aren't you?"

"No—" I lied. I was already feeling the heat —my heat against his. "I—"

But he cut me off. "I'll give you what you're made for." He said before he slapped me across my face.

I cried out in pain, my cheeks stinging like a wasp sting from the force of the blow. But he didn't care. He just kept going, his hands touching my upper body then ripping off my b1kini b-r-a, the strap whipping my skin before being removed. He moved to my brea$t and squeezed it roughly, pinching my hard n1pples painfully in-between his rough fingers.

"You like that, don't you?" He grunted, his voice rough with lu$t. "You like being t0uched you stup1d wh0re?"

I looked at his face, tears flowing before spitting. His jaw clenched, anger boiling off as he grabbed my hand in a deathly grip, using it to whipe the saliva off from his cheeks. "You like spitting b1tch." He husked. "You enjoy spitting you $lut hm?" He roared as he str1pped off my b1kini pant1es, leaving me bare —n@ked. I tried to struggle but he was too big and strong I failed. He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him then splitted open my legs—spreading them— then spitting on my pu$$y. It made it even more wetter before leaning in and licking up and down my folds and back up again.

"No!" I cried, my mind mixed between pure pleasure and hate.

"No..?" He circled my ©lit with his tongue. "Is that the best you can do?" He taunted, sliding lower to my throbbing opening, thur$ting his tongue in my weeping ©unt. His fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs, but I didn't pay attention to it. What was taking my attention was the feeling of his tongue plugins into me, clouded mind.

"Pathetic ba$tard!" I seethed.

He stopped in his track, slightly lifting his head up to look at me. I could practically feel his menacing grin on my glistening heat

"So f•cking s•xy," he praised, rasping before landing a quick slap on my p•ssy. I jerked and whimper, my throat letting out an involuntary m0an. My first ever m0an. Disgusting.

"You taste so f•cking good isla.* He growled into my p•ssy.

"You can't just do this!" I hissed and he caught my ©lit in-between his lips.

"Watch me." He mumbled the last part using the tip of his tongue. He tittled his head up as he released me from his tight grip. His lips were cover with me —my juices.

"Know your f•cking place Mai." He husked in my ear and then the unthinkable happened. He lifted me up from the bed's mattress, throwing me over his shoulder.

"Ow let me go roman." I screamed but roman placed a sharp slap on my as$. This jerk. "Where are you taking me?" I whispered.

He didn't answer, just kept going until he started walking downstairs. He took us to a dark room, one he'd locked me up as punishment —maybe a basement. He unlocked the door, turning on the lights which were somehow dim.

"Why have you brought me here?" He took me off his shoulder, wanting to put me back to my feets but I refused, my legs wrapped his t0rso, hands on his shoulder.

"I'm not staying here again, please don't make me." I begged.

"Let go Mai." His icy cold voice commanded me and I did, my feets touching the cold floor.

"On the floor."

"W-what?"

"On the floor, knee down."

I did as I was told, my knee touching the floor. He bent down to my level, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're trembling." He said.

"I'm cold." I lied, trying to hide the fact he's making me tremble from fear.

"I'll make you warm then." Wait what!!? A sinster smirk appeared before he pushed me flat on the floor. He gripped my hips roughly spreading my legs apart. "I'll suggest you don't protest and be a good little girl." He spoke taking off his clothes and all his clothing, exposing his veiny d•ck.

My voice trembled as I begged knowing what was coming. He was going to talk it. "Please roman— I'm not ready, I don't want to." I pleaded but they fell on deaf ears.

He slid the tip of his d•ck up and down— teasing , then with one quick slap on my p•ssy with his d•ck, he slammed in.

"Aeewwo it hurts. It hurts." I let out a choked cry, my body arching in agony on the cold floor. "It hurts take it out it hurts."

"Sh1t! So f•cking tight." He groaned, cursing loud. "I love v1rgin tight p•ssy."

"Oh Go—please stop it hurts so much." I whispered out, my hand pressing on his chest lightly attempting to push away.

He thur$ted in and out of my tight v1rgin p•ssy, shredding my innocence into pieces. Unrepairable pieces.

"This is what you get for being a little wh0re." He taunted, thur$ting harder and harder, never gentle or soft.

Hot tears flowed down my cheeks, unto the cold floor. My fingernails clawing deep into his back, leaving bloody mark on his skin.

"Take my d•ck like the little sl•t you are Mai." I cried out in frustrating.

"I can't take it roman." I whimpered, my cries being completely ignored.

"Tell me has anyone f•cked this tight p•ssy of yours." He asked, thur$ting deeper into my p•ssy.

My body moved with his as I didn't answer but faked a nod.

"Who ever he is, I'll kill them like your mother. This p•ssy is mine." He claimed, thrusting in and out, in and out.

"Oh god!" I cried out as I was stuck between pain and pleasure. My juices over flowed that as he f•cked me, they were flowing down my p•ssy.

"I want to hear you enjoy me claiming your guilty innocence." His eyes cynical voice husked. "Do you want that wh0re?"

"N-no." I answered and I earned a rough squeeze on my left bre•st. I screamed, my head falling back.

"What was that huh?" He asked again. "What did you say?"

"Y-yes yes I want." I choked on my own words. I was desperate, my hunger growing.

As he thur$ted, I felt my excitement reach the top and I exploded, my eyes shutting cut as he followed feeling me up. I cried out, my legs trembling when he let go. I watched him wear his clothes, ignoring me like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't taken it from me. Hasn't r•ped me few minutes ago. When he was done , he left closing the door.

I rushed to the door, my legs sore as I pounded on the door. I didn't want to be locked in her, not again. I slammed my fists against the door, the pain in my body momentarily forgotten in my desperation to escape. Roman's words echoed in my mind, the memory of being locked in this room again a bitter reminder of my situation. I hit the door again and again, my cries growing hoarse from begging to be let out.

My legs throbbed with a dull ache, but I was too numb to care about the extent of my injuries. All I could feel was the overwhelming pain and helplessness. I leaned against the door, my body shaking with sobs. I called out for Roman, pleading for mercy, but there was only silence.

Eventually, my energy drained away, and I slid to the floor, wrapping my arms around my knees. The darkness closed in, and I let exhaustion claim me, falling into a fitful sleep.

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ZOEY'S POV

Caleb's car glided smoothly through the quiet streets, the only sound the soft hum of the engine. I settled into the passenger seat, wearing Mai's clothing, feeling a bit self-conscious but relieved the night had gone without any major hiccups. As we drove, a chill crept over me, and I shivered.

"Want me to turn on the heater?" Caleb asked, noticing my discomfort.

"Thanks," I replied, grateful for the warmth. He adjusted the controls, and a comforting warmth enveloped me.

As we approached my house, Caleb spoke up, his voice tinged with concern. "Are you sure Mai's alright?"

I forced a reassuring smile. "She must have been home by now. Don't worry." Caleb gave me a small smile and pulled up to my house. We exchanged pleasantries before he bid me goodnight and drove off.

Once inside, I snuck into my room and changed into comfortable night pajamas. The chill in the air prompted me to close the window, and I slipped into bed. But my mind wandered back to Mai. I couldn't shake off the feeling that she might be in trouble.

Memories of the pool party flooded my mind – the men who crashed it, asking about Mai. I knew without a doubt Roman was behind it, and he would stop at nothing to find her. I had lied to Caleb, telling him Mai would be fine, but the truth was, I had no idea where she was or what was happening to her.

I reached for my phone, hoping to call Mai, but it was unreachable. A sigh escaped me, and I settled into bed, worry etched on my face. I could only hope Mai was safe, and that tomorrow would bring better news. With a heavy heart, I drifted off to sleep.

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MAI'S POV

I stepped out of the car, my eyes scanning the school grounds until they landed on a familiar figure. Zoey was walking towards me, a look of relief on her face. We reached each other, and she rushed to hug me, her voice barely above a whisper. "Here's your clothes, hope you brought mine."

I smiled weakly, handing her the jacket she lent me. "Your sweater," I corrected.

Zoey chuckled. "Of course, you'll do." We exchanged clothes, and I felt a sense of normalcy wash over me.

As we entered the school, all eyes turned towards us. Whispers and gossip followed us, but I was used to it. People had always talked about me, and I'd learned to tune it out. Zoey walked beside me, her presence a comforting reminder that I wasn't alone.

Just as we were approaching our lockers, Ava emerged from the crowd, her face twisted in anger. "You destroyed my party," she spat, her voice venomous.

I tried to apologize, but she cut me off. "Your stepdad called his men to look for you. They crashed and destroyed my party." I wanted to defend myself, but Ava wasn't finished. "I'll make sure you don't get invited to any of my parties or anyone's," she promised, her eyes flashing with malice. With that, she turned and stormed off. If only she knew who he really was she'll have pity.

I watched her go, feeling a mix of emotions. "What the..." I trailed off, unsure how to react.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. Zoey nudged me. "I'll tell you after class," she said, and we headed to our respective classrooms.

I settled into my seat, trying to focus on the lecture. But unease lingered, a constant reminder of the events that transpired the night before. It wasn't like I had a choice, I thought to myself, trying to push away the feelings of guilt and helplessness.

As I shifted in my seat, a wave of pain washed over me, and I winced inwardly. My body still ached from the previous night, and I couldn't help but try to block out the memories. I took a deep breath, attempting to calm myself, but my mind kept drifting back to the pain and fear.

The lecture had started, and it was my favorite class, but my attention wandered. I tried to focus on the words on the board, but they blurred together as my thoughts strayed. My mind was elsewhere, reliving the moments that I wanted to forget. I felt lost and trapped, unsure of how to escape the darkness that seemed to be closing in around me. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't notice the teacher's approach until she was standing right in front of me. Her sudden presence startled me, and I apologized hastily, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.

The teacher's expression softened slightly, and she asked if everything was okay. I knew I was on the verge of tears, and I didn't want to break down in class. "May I please go to the bathroom?" I asked, trying to compose myself. "I need to wash my face."

The teacher nodded understandingly and allowed me to leave. I quickly gathered my things and stepped out of the classroom, feeling a wave of relief wash over me as I made my way to the bathroom. The cool water on my face helped calm me slightly, but I knew I was far from okay. I splashed water on my face again , trying to wash away the tears that threatened to fall. As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, my thoughts drifted to Roman. His sinister smirk flashed in my mind, and I could almost hear his voice, his orders ringing in my ears. A surge of anger and resentment welled up inside me. "Roman," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the running water. "I hate him," I said, the words spilling out of me like venom. "Hate him."

I turned off the faucet and stepped out of the bathroom, pushing the thoughts away. But they lingered, refusing to be silenced. I knew I needed to talk to someone, to share the weight of my emotions. And that someone was Zoey. I quickened my pace, my heart racing with anticipation. I had to tell her, had to share the burden that was crushing me. I couldn't keep it inside anymore. I returned to my next class, trying to focus on the lessons, but my mind kept wandering. I glanced at the clock, counting down the minutes until the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. Five classes to go, I thought to myself, trying to make it through the day.

The hours dragged on, each class blending together in a blur. I went through the motions, taking notes and participating in discussions, but my heart wasn't in it. My mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Roman and the events of the previous night.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the last class, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I gathered my things and headed out of the classroom, eager to find Zoey and share everything with her. I needed her support and understanding, and I knew I could count on her to be there for me.

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I sat with Zoey, my voice barely above a whisper as I recounted the events of the previous night. Her eyes widened in shock, and she let out a soft "what?" before her expression snapped into a determined look. "He took your v1rignity and you can't report." She accused.

I knew she was furious on my behalf, and I appreciated her concern. But I also knew the complexity of the situation. "It's not that easy, Zoey," I said, trying to reason with her. "If I wanted to, I would, but what's the point? This is Roman we're talking about."

Zoey's face scrunched up in disgust. "No, he can't just r@pe you"

I cut her off, knowing where she was going. "I know it hurts, actually, but we can't tell unless he'll... unless he'll do something about it." Zoey's anger was palpable, but I pleaded with her to understand. "Please, Zoey, let's just keep it between us for now."

Zoey's expression softened slightly, and she eventually nodded. "Okay, fine." But then she added, "What about Caleb? Doesn't he have to know? He's your boyfriend after all."

I shook my head, feeling a sense of unease. "I'm not ready," I said firmly.

Just then, Caleb walked into the room, his eyes locking onto mine. "Not ready to tell me what, Mai?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

My heart skipped a beat as I tried to come up with a response, unsure of how much to reveal. I need to lie, just this once, for Caleb. I tried to play it cool, hoping to deflect Caleb's curiosity. "Not ready to know my underwear size," I said, attempting a lighthearted tone.

Caleb raised an eyebrow. "Oh, okay, that's weird." He changed the subject, his expression serious. "I heard you're kicked out of ever attending any party ever again."

I sighed in frustration, feeling a bit exasperated. "I don't even know what happened," I admitted, throwing up my hands.

Caleb turned to Zoey. "Zoey, you tell her. I'll go use the restroom, thanks." He nodded at us and walked out of the room, leaving Zoey and me alone. I turned to Zoey, expecting her to fill me in on what was going on. Zoey filled me in on what had happened at the party. "You got drunk, Roman sent men to look for you. They destroyed the party, everything, and left without caring," she said matter-of-factly.

I winced, feeling a pang of guilt. "That's brutal," I said, shaking my head.

Zoey nodded in agreement. "Yep. You know what, I'm sleepy, so... night." She yawned, resting her head on the desk.

I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me too. "Can I join in?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Zoey smiled slightly. "Okay." We both settled in, resting our heads on the desk and chair, respectively. Before long, we were both dozing off.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, Caleb walked in. He approached me quietly and gently pecked me on the cheek. "Sleep well," he whispered, his breath tickling my skin. I felt a flutter in my chest, but I was too tired to respond, already lost in a dreamless sleep.

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