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HE'S BEEN HERE ALL ALONG?

Penulis: MAFIA FANATIC
last update Tanggal publikasi: 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 2

    [TRISTAN'S POV] The warehouse reeks of diesel and old blood.I duck behind a rusted shipping container, shoulders pressed against corroded metal that's probably older than my marriage. Cigarette smoke drifts through the air, thick enough to taste on the back of my tongue.From here I can see everything.Yosef stands in the center circle of light, arms crossed over his chest. His posture reads bored, but I know better. I've known him long enough to catch the slight tension in his jaw, the way his right hand hovers near his holster.Around him, Aurora's men fan out in a loose semicircle. Russians. Built like brick shithouses with scars that tell stories and eyes that have seen too much. They smoke cheap cigarettes and check their weapons with the casual efficiency of men who kill as easily as breathing.The Chinese are opposite. Triad soldiers in expensive suits that can't quite hide the bulk of body armor underneath. Their leader—a thin man with silver threading his hair—gestures with

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    FLASHBACK

    FLASHBACK FROM YEARS AGO. [TRISTAN'S POV] MOSCOW, RUSSIA - WINTER The knife scrapes across porcelain. I stab the steak again. Watch the juice bleed out, pooling red against the white plate like a crime scene waiting to happen. "I'm ready to attack the Family Pact." The words drop into the silence like stones into still water. Aurora doesn't look up from cutting Amanda's chicken into smaller pieces. Her hands are steady, practiced, maternal in a way that makes my chest ache. "I'm ready to take the Brotherhood mark." I push the meat around my plate. "I want to be a made man." Yosef's fork pauses halfway to his mouth. He sets it down slowly, deliberately, green eyes flicking between me and his sister. Aurora finishes with Amanda's plate. Wipes her hands on her napkin. Still hasn't looked at me. "Mama?" Amanda's voice is small. Uncertain. "Is Papa angry?" Aurora's face transforms. The ice queen melts into something softer, warmer, purely mother. She leans down

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    PTSD

    [CARLTON'S POV]I wake to cold sheets.My hand reaches across the mattress, searching for warmth that isn't there. The space beside me is empty, the indent in the pillow the only evidence Tristan was ever here at all.My body aches. Good aches. The kind that remind me exactly what we did and how many times and how thoroughly he wrecked me.I sit up, wincing.The room is dark except for moonlight spilling through the open balcony door. Curtains billow in the night breeze, ghostly and pale.I catch movement outside.A silhouette against the railing. Broad shoulders. The orange glow of something burning.I drag myself out of bed, naked and sore and stumbling like a newborn deer. Grab a discarded shirt from the floor—his, judging by how it swallows me—and pull it on.The balcony is cold under my bare feet.Tristan sits in one of the wrought-iron chairs, sprawled like a king on a throne that's seen better days. He's wearing nothing but black boxer briefs, the fabric clinging to his thighs

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    STILL THERE.

    [TRISTAN’S POV] Carlton's mouth falls open. "What... but... I thought—""We had to fuck again. Yes, you thought right."His eyes widen. "Tristan—""On the bed. Now.""Guilt doesn't work that way.""Then let it consume me!" The words rip out of me, jagged and raw. "Tonight it's us. You and I only."I see the argument building on his face. The reasonable, rational objections.Before he can voice them, I'm on him.Mouth on his. Hands grabbing his ass, lifting him. He wraps his legs around my waist instinctively, arms circling my neck.I carry him to the bed, throw him down. He bounces once on the mattress, eyes wide, chest heaving. "Tristan, we should—"I drop to my knees between his spread thighs, grab his hips, and pull him to the edge of the bed until his ass hangs off, completely exposed."We should find Yosef." His voice shakes. "Before—ah—before—"I lick him. One long, broad stroke from hole to balls.He arches off the bed, hands fisting in the sheets."Fuck you." But there's no

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    I NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT LEAVING

    [TRISTAN'S POV] Five in the morning.The room is still dark, thick with the smell of sex and sweat and Carlton. I can taste him on my tongue—salt and something sweeter underneath, like honey cut with lemon.He's sprawled across the bed like a sacrifice. Naked. Wrecked. Covered in my cum.It's dried on his chest in white streaks. Smeared across his stomach. Pooled in the hollow of his throat like a pearl necklace I painted there myself.His hole is still leaking. I can see it from here—my cum sliding out, tracking down his thigh in slow rivulets.Mine.Every inch of him marked. Claimed. Ruined.My cock stirs again.I should let him sleep. Should give him a few hours to recover before I destroy him again.But the itch under my skin won't settle. The crawling, gnawing thing that's been eating at me since Amanda showed up with tear-streaked cheeks and Yosef's name on her lips.I drag myself out of bed.Every muscle protests. My thighs burn. My lower back aches. Even my jaw is sore from b

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    AGAIN

    [CARLTON'S POV] His eyes track me as I move back toward the bed. Amber burning through the space between us, hot enough to leave marks."Tristan—""On the bed." His voice is flat. Empty of everything except command.I should argue. Should tell him we need to talk about Yosef, about what Amanda said, about whatever the hell is happening that's made his daughter cry like her world is ending.But I don't.Because I know what he's doing.He's going to fuck the guilt out of his system. Fuck away the worry. Fuck until the only thing in his head is me, stretched open and begging underneath him.It's what he does.Violence and sex. The only two languages he's fluent in.I wiggle my ass again. The position feels obscene in the morning light. Too exposed. Too vulnerable. But my cock is already hardening again, thickening between my thighs like my body didn't get the memo that we should be worried about missing uncles and crying daughters.The mattress dips behind me.His hands land on my hips

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