I stood in front of my mirror at 7:30 a.m., heart pounding with a toxic mix of guilt, fear, and overwhelming lust.

What the fuck am I doing?

This was insane. Daddy had made it clear last night — whatever happened in the shower should never happen again. He was my stepfather. The man who controlled everything. If Mom ever found out… if he decided to cut me off completely… I could lose everything.

And yet my body burned for him.

I wanted to break him. I wanted to see that cold, commanding facade shatter because of me.

So I dressed to destroy.

I chose the most shameless outfit I...