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HE'S BEEN HERE ALL ALONG?

Auteur: MAFIA FANATIC
last update Date de publication: 2026-01-29 00:03:16

(CARLTON’S POV)

Ducking behind the pillar, I watch Yosef stride toward the garage, Tristan’s hounds trailing after him like he owns them. Like he owns everything here.

Yosef looks great tonight, nothing like the Archdemon he is, the kind of conventionally handsome that makes people stop and stare. Black leather jacket, tight white tee, with black boots and a face cap. All muscles and chiselled features. Now I see why Damon fell for him.

But he's missing the spice that makes Tristan ‘Mad-Bisho
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  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    FLASHBACK 12

    [TRISTAN’S POV]I don't ask again.I position my cock at his entrance, head catching on the rim, stretching him wider than my fingers ever could—and slide in with a groan that comes from somewhere primitive in my chest."Shit, Carlton."He's so fucking tight it's almost painful. Almost unbearable. Like fucking a fist made of heat and resistance and virgin muscle that's never learned to accommodate anything larger than my fingers.It doesn't fit. It fits perfectly.His back arches. His mouth opens in a silent scream. I can feel every inch of resistance as I bury myself inside him, deeper, deeper, until my balls are flush against his body and he's shaking like he's having a seizure."Should I enter fully?" I ask, even though I'm already inside him, already owning him, already in too deep to ever pull back.His voice comes out strangled. "T-That's—""Just the tip, Baby." I sink another torturous inch, grinding against his prostate, feeling it swell under my cock. "I want to have you day

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    FLASHBACK 11

    [TRISTAN’S POV]He pushes back against my groin, grinding into me like he's trying to burrow through the fabric of my pants. "Raw. Hard. Rough. I want to feel it till I die. Because this is my first and last time doing this."Jesus fucking Christ.His first time.I can feel that information hit my bloodstream like heroin. This perfect, blonde boy who's never felt a cock inside him, asking me, a man he met ninety seconds ago, to take what's never been taken before.From his periphery, he catches a glimpse of my eyes. Gold. Glowing. Absolutely unhinged with want."If I kiss you, you'll bleed," I tell him, biting down on his earlobe hard enough to taste copper. "Your lips will swell so much you won't recognize yourself."He whimpers. Actually whimpers. "Then don't.""If I fuck your throat?" I lick the mark I just made, soothing and destroying simultaneously. "You'll lose your voice for a week.""You're proud," he grinds his teeth. "Show. Don't tell."I don't need to be told twice.My han

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    FLASHBACK 10

    [TRISTAN'S POV] The restaurant smells like money and discretion.White tablecloths. Soft lighting. The kind of establishment where politicians fuck actresses and no one thinks twice about the security cameras that don't actually exist. I chose it deliberately—private enough for what needs to happen, public enough that Amanda insisted on coming.She sits beside me, already scrolling through her phone, the picture of bored teenage royalty in a black dress that probably costs more than most people's cars."They're not here," she says, checking her watch for the third time in five minutes.I look out the window toward the entrance. Empty. Just valet parking and the careful absence of paparazzi that comes with owning the establishment's owner."Maybe they're stuck in traffic or something.""Whatever." Amanda waves a hand dismissively, goes back to her phone. "That bitch knows better than to keep us waiting."The bitch being her mother.Delinda has many talents. Punctuality has never been

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    FLASHBACK 9

    [TRISTAN’S POV] [FLASHBACK — ONE YEAR LATER.]"A hookup?!"Yosef's voice bounces off the walls of the hallway like a grenade with no pin. I don't look up from the mirror. Just straighten my collar, tuck the cigar between my lips, and let him combust."Do you have a problem with that," I say.Not a question. Never a question with Yosef.He steps into the doorway, arms crossed, jaw tight, wearing the specific expression of a man who wants to say fifteen things and knows he's only permitted to say one. His green eyes cut to the mirror, to my reflection, then away. That familiar hunger he thinks he hides.He hides nothing."He's practically family," Yosef says. "That's what you're not getting. This isn't some civilian, Tristan. This is—""My business.""It's insane is what it is."Amanda appears behind him. Seventeen years old and already capable of a glare that could strip paint. She has her mother's eyes and her mother's talent for making a man feel approximately two inches tall withou

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    FLASHBACK 8

    [TRISTAN'S POV ]THE STALKERThree months.Ninety-four days of sitting in this car. Watching. Waiting. Restraining every violent, possessive instinct that screams at me to take what's mine.The leather seat creaks as I shift. My back aches from hours of stillness. The windows are tinted dark enough that no one can see in, but I see everything.The university sprawls before me. Red brick buildings. Manicured lawns. Students scattered across the quad like ants, oblivious to the predator parked at the edge of their safe little world.I shouldn't be here.I have an empire to run. Territories to manage. Enemies to eliminate. A daughter at home who thinks her father is on a business trip.But I can't stay away. Not from him.There.Under the oak tree, third bench from the left.He sits with his back against the trunk, one leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee. A textbook rests in his lap, but he's not reading it. Just staring at nothing, lost in whatever thoughts occupy that beautif

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    FLASHBACK 7

    [TRISTAN’S POV][MOSCOW. TWO MONTHS AFTER AURORA DEATH] The drive back takes forty minutes.I spend it with my hand on the window and someone's blood drying under my fingernails and the particular emptiness that comes after a night of doing necessary things. The city moves past the glass, lit orange and grey, Moscow at two in the morning doing what Moscow does, surviving itself.Petrov is dead. His two lieutenants too. It took four hours to get the information I needed and another twenty minutes to finish what the information started. I went alone because I needed to go alone, because some nights the only thing that cuts through grief is work, and the work tonight was the kind that requires no witnesses.Brain matter dried on my left shoe somewhere around midnight. I noticed it and didn't care.I smell like blood and whiskey and the particular smoke of a building I set on fire on my way out.Two months.Two months since Aurora, and I have not slept a full night or eaten a full meal o

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