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AFTERMATH 1
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2026-04-06 18:56:53
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MY TABOO STEP DADDY AFTERMATH 11 🥶🥵🔞
[CARLTON’S POV]I feel it. Hot breath on the back of my neck. The solid wall of heat that is his chest pressing against my back. Something hard—thick, blunt, already leaking—nudges between my ass cheeks. His reflection appears behind mine in the mirror.One eye. Scarred and covered, no eye patch tonight. Just the ruined socket, puckered and angry. The other eye burns amber-gold in the harsh bathroom light, fixed on me with an intensity that makes my knees weak.His arms come around my waist. Huge hands span my stomach, fingers nearly touching at my spine."Sneaking out, eh?" His voice is gravel and smoke, lips brushing my ear. "Bad manners, zayka. Bad boy."My heart hammers. "I came to pee. Please, I was just going back—"SMACK!Pain explodes across my ass. I yelp, hands flying to grip the edge of the sink, knuckles going white."Uh-uh." His palm smooths over the burning skin, deceptively gentle. "Son always stays close to Daddy. Partner to partner." He squeezes my ass cheek, fing
MY TABOO STEP DADDY AFTERMATH 1
2:30am, after TRISTAN’S FuckFest. 💋🥵[CARLTON'S POV]I wake up because my ass is on fire.Not metaphorically. Literally feels like someone shoved a blowtorch up there and left it burning.The room is dark. Silent except for Tristan's breathing beside me: deep, steady, the kind of sleep you only get after you've murdered half your empire and fucked someone into oblivion.I don't move. Can't, really. My legs are numb from the waist down, pins and needles crawling up my thighs whenever I try to shift. My hole—Jesus Christ, my hole—throbs with every heartbeat, swollen and raw and gaping open like it's forgotten how to close.I risk a glance down at myself.Mistake.Dried blood crusts the inside of my thighs. More of it smeared across my ass crack, dark and flaking. My hole is visible even in the dim light filtering through the curtains; red, puffy, obscene. He wrecked me.And I fucking loved it.That's the worst part. Not the blood or the pain or the fact that I can literally feel air
MY TABOO STEP DADDY CUM FOR ME.
[TRISTAN’S POV] I carry him down the corridor. Past the bodies. Past the dark spreading pools of red that reflect the overhead lights like mirrors. Past Amanda, who presses herself against the wall to let us through, who has the good sense not to speak.My boots leave bloody footprints tracking all the way to my door. My hands leave prints on Carlton wherever I touch him: his thigh, his back, the curve of his ass where I adjust my grip.Everything I touch, I mark.Everything I own, I mark.This is not a new development. This is simply who I am, who I've always been, and Carlton Dickson learned this the first night I had him and has apparently not yet accepted it in any meaningful way.I kick open the bedroom door. The wood splinters around the lock. And fling him onto the bed.He bounces once, scrambles backward immediately. That survival instinct, that cornered-animal thing he does that makes everything in me go very, very still. Predator watching prey. His back hits the headboard
MY TABOO STEP DADDY BLOODY PAKHAN
[TRISTAN'S POV]I have always been mad.Born into chaos. Raised on violence. Baptized in the frozen Moskva River by a wife who believed weakness was a disease cured only by drowning. Forty-five years breathing, and every single one soaked in someone else's suffering.Mad is what I am. Mad is all I've ever been.But this?This is something else entirely.Carlton kneels in a spreading lake of my men's blood, blond hair plastered to his pale forehead, those storm-blue eyes red-rimmed and glassy with shock. Shaking. My Bunny is shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, small and fragile in a way that makes me want to burn the rest of the fucking world down just to ensure nothing else ever touches him.They touched what's mine.The thought isn't rage. Rage is hot, chaotic, stupid. What lives in me right now is colder than the Siberian tundra in January and twice as unforgiving.My men—the ones who swore loyalty on their knees in blood and oath, who kissed my ring and called me Pakhan—they looked
MY TABOO STEP DADDY I'll KILL ANYONE ELSE WHO THINKS THEY CAN TOUCH YOU, PONYATNO?
[CARLTON’S POV] Yosef's gaze finds mine. For a second, just a second, I see something there. Pain, yeah. But also… Pity? "Don't you act all righteous now." I yank the rod back from Tristan's grip. "You left me alone in a den of wolves. What the fuck did you expect?" "That you'd be treated like a prince in my own empire." His hand is on the back of my head now. Not gentle. Holding me in place, forcing me to look at him. "Tell me that's what you fucking got." I laugh. Can't help it. The sound comes out bitter and sharp. "Like a prince?" My voice cracks. "I was treated like shit, Tristan. Yosef beat me whenever he felt like it. Your men didn't just watch, they had their turn too." Tristan goes completely still. Doesn't blink. Doesn't breathe. "I was the weak-ass faggot." The words pour out now, unstoppable. "They made sure I knew my place. Promised to ruin me when you died. That's how they treated me. All because of you." Silence. The kind that feels like the world stopped spinn
MY TABOO STEP DADDY HE DID WHAT?
[CARLTON’S POV]I stalk after Tristan through the stairs, and every cell in my body is screaming two very different things.Run away from this man.Run straight to him.My fingers are still slick with his cum. I can feel it cooling between my knuckles, sticky and obscene. My throat burns where his hand crushed my windpipe. I'll have bruises shaped exactly like his fingers by morning. My ass is sore from getting fucked in the backseat of his car thirty minutes ago, and my cock is already trying to get hard again like my body doesn't understand we're supposed to hate him.But above all that, louder than pain or fear or even desire, is this buzzing satisfaction humming through my veins.Because I just jerked Tristan Alister off in front of his entire Brotherhood. Made the Pakhan, the most dangerous man in this godforsaken empire, come in his pants like a teenager. Watched his knees buckle. Heard him beg in Russian.I did that.Me.And Christ, it felt fucking good."Don't ruin it." His v
MY TABOO STEP DADDY HAUNTED BY HIM
ONE MONTH LATER. Moscow, Russia. (TRISTAN’S POV)“STOP! STOP! Please… FUCK!” Bunny cries out as I fuck his brains out. Tears rain down his face as he bites down on my shoulder, begging me to stop. “Arrgh! I can’t feel my legs—Tristan, stop!” I wrench his head from my neck, slam him on the wall,
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(AUTHOR’S POV)(DELINDA’S HEAD)Heels click against marble tiles. Delinda’s head whips toward the sound, chains rattling as she presses herself against the far wall. Who can it be? Mad-Bishop? Carlton, who abandoned her for days? Who? Delinda’s heart spasms. Can it be an executioner? Perhaps Tri
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(CARLTON’S POV)My heart blares like a subwoofer. “What did he say?” “Something about killing us,” Damon’s voice is coarse. “I think he’s taking permission from Tristan.”We’re both on our feet, backpressed against the wall. At this moment, I want it to swallow me. “You have no honor,” Yosef say
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(TRISTAN’S POV) “Daddy!” “Shut up!” I shun Amanda. “You said, ‘Have some fun time, didn’t you? Did they know whose daughter you are?” The guys might combust into flames. Pale, shivering, drenched in sweat. Not gonna save you. “Fucking talk.” Amanda shoves me away. “What is wrong with you?
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