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DEJA VU

작가: MAFIA FANATIC
last update 게시일: 2026-01-13 00:01:08

(CARLTON’S POV)

There’s nothing hidden under the sun anymore. Nothing my captor doesn’t know. It makes me want to jump into a hole forever.

I did drag races from high school to college. The cops confiscated my cars many times, some of which were smashed. Dad bailed me countless times, and Mom used her influence to keep it out of the news. Still, I returned to my old ways, because car racing is my second skin, after stripping. I strip for the cash because I hate depending on my parents. On anyb
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  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    DELINDA ESCAPE

    [TRISTAN’S POV ]Something is wrong.I feel it the moment we step out of the restaurant—the way Carlton's eyes are moving, scanning the crowd like he's looking for something that terrifies him. His hand finds mine, but his attention is elsewhere, caught on something I can't quite see yet. The cameras are still flashing, the paparazzi are still screaming our names, but Carlton's jaw is tight, his breathing slightly elevated.I catalog the shift in his body language the way I've learned to catalog everything about him over the years—the tilt of his head, the tension in his shoulders, the way his pupils have dilated slightly. Something spooked him in there.The car is waiting, sleek and black and offering privacy from the rabid media that's decided our public proposal is the event of the century. I guide Carlton inside with a hand on the small of his back, and I can feel the way he's vibrating with whatever it is he saw."Sit," I command, keeping my voice soft because Carlton responds

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    THE GHOST IN THE CROWD

    [TRISTAN’S POV ]Something is wrong.I feel it the moment we step out of the restaurant—the way Carlton's eyes are moving, scanning the crowd like he's looking for something that terrifies him. His hand finds mine, but his attention is elsewhere, caught on something I can't quite see yet. The cameras are still flashing, the paparazzi are still screaming our names, but Carlton's jaw is tight, his breathing slightly elevated.I catalog the shift in his body language the way I've learned to catalog everything about him over the years—the tilt of his head, the tension in his shoulders, the way his pupils have dilated slightly. Something spooked him in there.The car is waiting, sleek and black and offering privacy from the rabid media that's decided our public proposal is the event of the century. I guide Carlton inside with a hand on the small of his back, and I can feel the way he's vibrating with whatever it is he saw."Sit," I command, keeping my voice soft because Carlton responds

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    THE ESCAPE OF DELINDA

    [CARLTON’S POV]The bathroom door shuts with a soft click, and Tristan is on me like a predator that's finally caught its prey.His mouth finds mine, and the kiss is nothing like the reverent thing he did at the table. This is hunger. This is desperation. This is a man who's just gotten what he needs and is now intent on reminding every cell in my body that I belong to him.Our clothes come off in a tangle of fabric and fumbling hands. I pull his shirt off his shoulders, and he doesn't bother with the careful seduction of foreplay. Instead, he just tugs his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock, and the sight of it makes my breath catch: thick and pierced with eight Prince Albert rings, the cap flushed and swollen from earlier, the shaft scarred and absolutely massive.He hoists me onto the marble counter, and I barely have time to register the cool stone against my ass before he's pushing inside."Fuck!" The scream tears from my throat before I can stop it, because even knowing

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    TARGET 8

    [CARLTON’S POV] The bathroom door shuts with a soft click, and Tristan is on me like a predator that's finally caught its prey. His mouth finds mine, and the kiss is nothing like the reverent thing he did at the table. This is hunger. This is desperation. This is a man who's just gotten what he needs and is now intent on reminding every cell in my body that I belong to him. Our clothes come off in a tangle of fabric and fumbling hands. I pull his shirt off his shoulders, and he doesn't bother with the careful seduction of foreplay. Instead, he just tugs his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock, and the sight of it makes my breath catch: thick and pierced with eight Prince Albert rings, the cap flushed and swollen from earlier, the shaft scarred and absolutely massive. He hoists me onto the marble counter, and I barely have time to register the cool stone against my ass before he's pushing inside. "Fuck!" The scream tears from my throat before I can stop it, because even

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    TARGET 7 CONTINUED

    [CARLTON’S POV] The bathroom door shuts with a soft click, and Tristan is on me like a predator that's finally caught its prey. His mouth finds mine, and the kiss is nothing like the reverent thing he did at the table. This is hunger. This is desperation. This is a man who's just gotten what he needs and is now intent on reminding every cell in my body that I belong to him. Our clothes come off in a tangle of fabric and fumbling hands. I pull his shirt off his shoulders, and he doesn't bother with the careful seduction of foreplay. Instead, he just tugs his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock, and the sight of it makes my breath catch: thick and pierced with eight Prince Albert rings, the cap flushed and swollen from earlier, the shaft scarred and absolutely massive. He hoists me onto the marble counter, and I barely have time to register the cool stone against my ass before he's pushing inside. "Fuck!" The scream tears from my throat before I can stop it, because even

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    TARGET 7

    [CARLTON’S POV] The bathroom door shuts with a soft click, and Tristan is on me like a predator that's finally caught its prey. His mouth finds mine, and the kiss is nothing like the reverent thing he did at the table. This is hunger. This is desperation. This is a man who's just gotten what he needs and is now intent on reminding every cell in my body that I belong to him. Our clothes come off in a tangle of fabric and fumbling hands. I pull his shirt off his shoulders, and he doesn't bother with the careful seduction of foreplay. Instead, he just tugs his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock, and the sight of it makes my breath catch: thick and pierced with eight Prince Albert rings, the cap flushed and swollen from earlier, the shaft scarred and absolutely massive. He hoists me onto the marble counter, and I barely have time to register the cool stone against my ass before he's pushing inside. "Fuck!" The scream tears from my throat before I can stop it, because even

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