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2026-02-06 02:25:09
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MY TABOO STEP DADDY CUM FOR ME, DADDY.
[CARLTON'S POV]"They're heading toward us." I squeeze Tristan's thigh, feeling the muscle tense under my palm. "No, they're coming for us."He moves like a snake, Glock yanked from his waistband, barrel clicked, and loaded.Tristan shifts in his seat until his massive frame blocks me completely, then rests one hand on the door handle. Ready."No." I jerk him back hard.His weight slams into me, two hundred pounds of scarred muscle crushing my chest. Hot skin. Rain-slick. The ridge of his spine digging into my sternum.My treacherous cock hardens immediately.Fuck my life.He's shirtless. Every scar, every tattoo, every thick vein running under prison-pale skin is pressed against me. I can feel his heartbeat. Fast. Ragged. Or maybe that's mine."Baby..." His voice rolls over me like whiskey and smoke.Something drums against my arms, hard and frantic. His pulse? My pulse? I can't tell anymore because I'm hugging my father's killer from behind and my body doesn't care about that fact.
MY TABOO STEP DADDY Who are they?
[TRISTAN'S POV]The rain doesn't just fall. It attacks. It hammers the Bugatti's roof, drowns the gravel road in seconds, turns the lake beside the church into something violent and churning. The wind tears through the trees hard enough that branches crack and scatter across the ground. Everything smells like wet earth and gasoline and something metallic I can't place. Blood, maybe. Or just the storm eating through rust on the car's undercarriage.The front left tire is completely gone, deflated, fucked. I'm crouched in the mud, one knee sinking into cold sludge, breaker bar locked onto a lug nut that refuses to move. Rainwater runs into my mouth, my one good eye, blurs my vision until I can barely see the fucking bolt I'm trying to turn. My hands are numb. My shirt is soaked through, clinging to my chest and back like a second skin.I pull.Nothing."Tristan, what the fuck are you doing?!" Carlton's voice cuts through the storm like a blade.I don't look up."You forgot the pliers
MY TABOO STEP DADDY ALONE IN THE RAIN.
[DECLAN’S POV] I nod once, fair. “Nina, please.” She shakes her head, and gestures toward my stomach. "If I'm not mistaken, that's a bullet wound." “Yes, but—” "You're being hunted," she continues. "Your father and the commissioner, those aren't people we get involved with, Dec." "Nina," Bolton snaps. "That's Declan you're talking to." "I know exactly who I'm talking to." "He helped us—" "I know what he did!" Her voice rises now, sharp as steel. "He helped us with Jayden's surgery. I haven't forgotten that." "Then—" "But that doesn't mean we throw our lives away!" She scoffs. The words hit harder than they should. I shift slightly. Pain flickers through my side. I don't react. Nina reaches into her bag, pulls out crumpled notes. "I have two thousand." She steps forward, holding it out. "Take it. Find a hotel. Somewhere else." Bolton stares at her. "You're serious?" "Yes." "Nina—" "No!" She places a hand on her belly. "You think this is a joke? You thi
MY TABOO STEP DADDY You cant stay here.
[DECLAN’S POV]The food burns my tongue, but I don't slow down. Rice. Lamb. Something with spice that makes my eyes water.I shovel it in like I haven't eaten in days.Bolton watches from across the small table, arms folded, brow creased like he's waiting for me to choke."Slow down," he mutters. I ignore him. Take another mouthful.The lamb's overcooked. Doesn't matter. It's real food. The kind you sit down to eat. The kind you forget exists when you're tied to a chair in Moscow, wondering if the next hour's your last.My throat tightens.I reach for the gin, take a long drink. The burns going down. Good. I need that.Bolton shakes his head, tops me off without asking. "Easy.""Yeah."I don't mean it. “Oh man.” He sighs.The house is small. You feel it without trying: Two rooms. One narrow hallway. A sitting room that bleeds into the kitchen. Old couch with a spring poking through the cushion. Telly that probably works when it feels like it. Toys shoved into corners: plastic sold
MY TABOO STEP DADDY HELP ME.
[DECLAN'S POV]The tape on my arm pulls when I move. Each step makes it worse: adhesive ripping at skin, the burn crawling up my vein like a lit fuse. By the time I reach the corner of Bridge Street, I'm hissing through my teeth. "Ah—fuck..."I press my palm flat over the spot. The IV's gone, but the skin's still angry, bruised purple, tender as a fresh wound. My body feels like I'm wearing someone else's meat.The hospital gown flaps open at the back. Wind knifes straight against my spine. I grab the sides, hold it closed, and walk faster.I shouldn't have left.That's what they'll say. What anyone sane would say.But lying there under those lights, listening to nurses whisper, hearing boots in the hallway that moved wrong too heavy, too measured, too much like men with guns—No.I wasn't fucking staying.My side pulls again. The bandage across my stomach is tight, wrapped thick, but not enough. I feel dampness underneath, not fresh blood, not like before, but not clean either.Half
MY TABOO STEP DADDY I LOVE YOU.
[TRISTAN'S POV]I slam the door shut and settle into the backseat of my Buggatti. No driver. No security. Just us, the night, and the tension crackling between us like a live wire.Bunny sits beside me, one thigh draped over my lap, eyes glazed with lust. He's staring like he's already drunk on me.I grip his hip, breathing ragged. "I said I want to touch you properly.""No." He shakes his head, uncertain. "That… that wasn't the plan."My jaw grinds, the ache in my cock turning unbearable. "You followed me.""No.""Don't pretend." I grab the back of his head. "Even Damon saw through it. Let's—"He tears my grip away. "Fuck?! Kiss again?! Choke me to death this time?!""We're going to die anyway." I rasp, glancing at the bulge straining my pants, then back at him. I must look pathetic. "If I'm not inside you right now, I'll die—and you'll die too, from the heartbreak of being apart. Please, Bunny. Don't take that risk."His eyes water. "I'm still sore from Moscow. I can't—""No." My vo
MY TABOO STEP DADDY ONE DOWN, EIGHT MORE TO GO.
(TRISTAN’S POV) MINE. Grinding my molars, I propel to my feet. Pain, rage, and all the vile emotions churn inside me. I lunged for Kendrick before stopping on the spot. A loud yelp, followed by Russian profanities. Kendrick staggers back inside. Yosef limps in, blood dribbling down his templ
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(YOSEF’S POV) Concealed by thickets of trees, I watch TanBear scramble back to his wing. So I duck backwards, body glued to the tree, eyeing Carlton. I scouted the area and kept the men at bay. Nobody in sight. Only us. The coarse bark of the tree scales my palm sore. Last night, I came to r
Last Updated : 2026-03-23MY TABOO STEP DADDY BAD YOSEF
(CARLTON’S POV) “He’s not dead,” Damon mutters beside me. “I know,” I toss the branch away. “I wish he were.” I flex my knuckles, sighing as the tension pops out from my muscles. That log is deadweight, but my chest weighs more. My eyes are sore. I think I’ve overflooded the sea, from how bad
Last Updated : 2026-03-23MY TABOO STEP DADDY YOU'RE CRYING?!
(TRISTAN’S POV)Bunny thinks all I know how to do is fuck, crime, and kill. He doesn’t know I know how to love. “That's the meaning,” I shrug. “A date?” I sound boyish. Every made man will slit their throats than believe Mad-Bishop said that. But I did. “No,” Bunny shakes his head. “I don’t an
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