MY TABOO STEP DADDY
CONTENT WARNINGS:
Past trauma and revenge.
Explicit sexual content.
NB: Any resemblance to a real person or actual event is purely coincidental.
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“I’ve been jerking to your photo every night for five years,” Tristan's calloused hand guides me along his crotch. “Aren't you happy to see me, Bunny?”
“You murdered my father. Broke out of jail. Shot my fiancé at our wedding altar.” My voice flares. “Happy to see you?”
“Because you’re the love of my goddamn miserable life,” he seizes my chin, forcing me to meet those frosty, possessive eyes. “The moment you said ‘I do,’ you became mine. You bear my hickeys, my ring, and my name. And it’s our wedding night, Husband.”
Who chains their husband naked and dangles him from the top of a skyscraper on their wedding night?!
Death isn’t romantic. I’m not a masochist. So why the fuck is my cock hard?
Tristan grins, “Still lying to yourself?”
I bite down on his lips. He doesn’t flinch even as blood trickles out.
“Say that again and lose your tongue.”
His grin widens with bloodied teeth. “Right, you're not into men… just me.”
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Tristan ‘Mad-Bishop’ Alister got busted by the Feds and locked away for five years. Now, he’s back to claim his obsession: Carlton Dickson.
Tristan isn’t just Carlton’s captor. He’s Carlton’s former step-father, and their connection is more taboo than their forbidden affair.
As Tristan serves justice to those who destroyed him, using ways that would make the devil shiver, Carlton is trapped between hatred and a dark desire he can’t escape.
Can Carlton survive the truth of their relationship to each other? Or will they burn in the flames Tristan’s lit to consume everyone in his path?
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Chapter: THE DEVIL IN MY SHEETS (CARLTON’S POV)A plug is buried deep inside my ass. Add the chain harness, G-string pants, and leather boots, and I look every bit like a harlot.A twink moreso, due to my innocent exterior, but I’m anything but pure. If the tapestries of hickeys dotting my body are revelation enough, I’m as rotten as a corpse. All thanks to my Step-dad. I can kneel on lava to get a taste of him. Still, I’m not gay, right? Wincing, I skim through the files on my desk. I’ve come to terms with the pain; that’s why a cucumber can slip inside me with little restriction.Mom writes a tag on her social media page: ‘Finding light requires patience. Be loving and kind, and your soulmate shall find you. Like mine.’Below is a picture of me, Mom, Henry, and Amanda. Under the guise of a canopy in a French restaurant, we sip Piña Colada on a sunny afternoon with broad smiles. Mom believed the lie: Weeks-long business deals in Paris. Amanda wished us success. Neither suspected their dream family was rotting
Last Updated: 2025-12-17
Chapter: ADDICTIVE DADDY (CARLTON’S POV)The devil lurks in the dark, waiting for a piece of me. I didn’t forget to lock the door. I forgot my virtues. Orgasms feel more honorable than morals, master's degrees, and money. It’s the only thing I can’t buy. Three months since Mom married him. Twelve weeks of this nightly ritual. Eighty-six days of hating myself. And it only gets worse. The same cycle of taboo. Kneeling on all fours as he pounds inside me. Pleasure in exchange for his relief.I’ve tried resisting, but his innuendos are like curses. His cock is addictive like junk– one bite leads to another, but I’m never satisfied.Cuddled in my bed, I pretend not to be aware of the figure in my room. Cloaked by the shadows, stealth like a snake, waiting for a rat to sneak too close, before throttling it fangs deep. I’m that Rat. Worse, I crave his bite, that onslaught of venomous pain through my veins, like yesterday. My nostrils flare— cedarwood, sweat, and the salty whiff of cum. Jagged breaths, grunts,
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Chapter: TABOO RISING FIVE YEARS AGO. (CARLTON) “Hooking up with a guy when you have a girlfriend doesn’t make you gay, right?” I cup my phone’s speaker. “I don’t want to be bisexual, but he’s so hot it hurts.” Mom hums a silent song; a red ample tulle dress, high-end jewelry, and eyes sparkling like a teenager. My panic stems from the fact that Mr. Anonymous hookup is in the same restaurant as Mom’s boyfriend. Tires screech in front of a restaurant. The driver alights from the car and opens Mom’s door. Stepping out of my seat, I slam the door shut. The winter chill hits me like an arctic blast, marring my hair to my face. Mom sways her hips wistfully, slipping into the restaurant.Finding the nearest guy came naturally to Selene, but getting me his picture is rocket science. Absurd, indeed. “Dahmer piled up his body count by luring dick-hungry freaks like me,” I whisper. “Yet you trust a stranger?”“You’d be in a restaurant swarming with people.” She chuckles. “Besides, you’re getting your desired
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Chapter: BLOODY MATRIMONY (CARLTON’S POV)THWACK!!!Mom’s slap cracks like tires on asphalt. I flinch, my ears ringing. Anger grips me as blood seeps through the cut on Tristan’s cheek. It’s as if a Cat clawed his face, adding to his psychotic streak. I anticipate him snapping Mom in half; he just chews gum, popping it on her face like a whore. Amanda grumbles out profanities. A side-eye from Mom renders her mute. “Definitely because of your son,” Tristan tskks. “I was the only prize you couldn’t have, but your son never even had to try.” “You boy fucker,” Mom grimaces, voice trembling with rage. “If the bullet wound didn’t kill you, the shame should’ve done it. Yet you bask in your promiscuity after everything you did?”“I’m hard, bad, and a little bit mad, but shame is a luxury I can’t afford.” His eyes flit to me. “Not when I have something to be proud of.” The prison suit bares the scar on his chest, below his heart. I still feel the coldness of the pistol like it’s yesterday. An inch higher, and thi
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Chapter: GHOST COME ALIVE AUTHOR’S NOTE: “Desire is like wildfire. You can’t quench it, let it burn!” (CARLTON’S POV)A seventy-five-year-old man with a hunched spine and five dead husbands is my perfect Prince Charming. Coupled with his alcoholism, violent temper, and hygiene of a wild pig— yeah, our marriage will be flawless. Of course, he’s a billionaire with the largest fashion brand across the continent, and also the ambassador of a renowned toothpaste company. That’s why I’ll pardon his scrawny clothes and yellow-tooth smile, heinous enough to give me a cardiac arrest. “J-Jacob, keep your distance.” I shuffle backwards. “Please.” My soon-to-be husband slings his arm across my neck. Disgust froths inside me like bile. “Don’t be all grim now,” Jacob guffaws. “Many will kill to be in your place. Smile for husband?” The contract states: Jacob and Amanda: no pre-nup or divorce. In return, Jacob clears Mom’s billion-dollar debt she owes the bank.My step-sister’s happiness is more important than my yo
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