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MORNING AFTER THE FLOOR

Autor: MAFIA FANATIC
last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-13 23:59:20

[CARLTON'S POV]

The sound reaches me first—metal scraping ceramic, the soft clink of porcelain meeting wood.

My eyes drag open, heavy and gritty like someone rubbed sand under my lids while I slept. Morning light filters through the curtains, pale and watery, painting everything in washed-out gold.

I blink once. Twice.

Tristan stands beside the bed.

Towel slung low on his hips. Water droplets track down his chest, following the valleys between muscle and scar tissue like tiny rivers carving th
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  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    MORNING AFTER THE FLOOR

    [CARLTON'S POV] The sound reaches me first—metal scraping ceramic, the soft clink of porcelain meeting wood.My eyes drag open, heavy and gritty like someone rubbed sand under my lids while I slept. Morning light filters through the curtains, pale and watery, painting everything in washed-out gold.I blink once. Twice.Tristan stands beside the bed.Towel slung low on his hips. Water droplets track down his chest, following the valleys between muscle and scar tissue like tiny rivers carving through a mountain range. His hair hangs damp and dark, pushed back from his face.He's setting down a tray. Bacon. Eggs. Coffee that steams in delicate white curls.My brain stutters, trying to reconcile this image—domestic, almost tender—with the man who fucked me into the floor last night while I bled from a dozen shallow cuts and came so hard I thought I'd die.He catches me staring.Those amber eyes flick up, lock onto mine, and the corner of his mouth lifts. Not a smirk. Something softer. Da

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    Kori

    [YOSEF'S POV] "He won't come." The words taste like ash. Like admitting defeat to an enemy who's already won. Kori doesn't respond immediately. Just takes another drag from his cigarette, exhales smoke toward the ceiling. The ember glows orange in the dark room, casting shadows across muscles that could break me in half. He's sprawled across black silk sheets, naked, completely unbothered by modesty. His cock rests heavy against his thigh, still half-hard from what we just did. What he just did to me. My body aches in ways I'd forgotten. Good aches. The kind that remind you you're still alive, still wanted, still worth fucking. The wounds have healed. Mostly. A few scars map my ribs where Tristan's men held me down. Another across my shoulder blade where the interrogation got creative. But Kori's apartment, his bed, his hands—they've done more for me in twenty-four hours than weeks of rotting in the Brotherhood did. I look alive here. I look claimed. Kori sits up. The movemen

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    I BELIEVE YOU

    [TRISTAN'S POV]Pain wakes me.Not the good kind. Not the kind that comes with Carlton's nails raking down my back or his teeth sinking into my shoulder.The bad kind.The "someone hit me with a blunt object and I'm probably concussed" kind.I groan, roll over. My face is pressed against cold tile. My body feels like it's been through a wood chipper. Which, considering what Carlton and I did earlier, isn't far from the truth.The smell hits me next. Blood. Cum. Sweat. That particular cocktail of fluids that comes from fucking someone into the floor while bleeding from multiple stab wounds.My abs burn. I touch them, fingers coming away sticky. The cuts Carlton gave me have stopped bleeding but they're deep enough to need stitches.Later.Right now I need to figure out why I'm waking up alone on the bathroom floor wearing nothing but briefs and why my head feels like it's been used as a drum.I push myself up. The room spins. I grab the counter, steady myself, and catch my reflection i

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    Escaped

    [CARLTON’S POV]My hands find her chin, slamming her back against the cot. Not beating her. Not yet. Just holding her there."Why do I feel you're lying about Father's death? If you hid your true colors all these years, what else are you hiding from me?!"Her eyes glitter. "You want to know? Ask him yourself.""No. You'd tell me all that there is or I'll—""You'd what?" She chuckles darkly. "You'd kill your own mother over a villain who gives you orgasms? Go ahead."I'm squeezing her jaw, watching her pulse flutter under pale skin, remembering every time she made me feel small. Worthless. Wrong.My breathing is ragged."You reek of him, Carlton." Her voice is conversational now. "Tobacco. Whiskey. Blood..." She inhales. "Oh my. Holy flames, is that... is that Mad Bishop's cum I smell on your breath?"Shame detonates inside me. "You fucking cunt!"I've never called her that. Never would have dared, but the word tastes right. Feels right.Her grin is all teeth. "Oh, I am that cunt who w

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    AGAIN.

    [CARLTON’S POV]My hands find her chin, slamming her back against the cot. Not beating her. Not yet. Just holding her there."Why do I feel you're lying about Father's death? If you hid your true colors all these years, what else are you hiding from me?!"Her eyes glitter. "You want to know? Ask him yourself.""No. You'd tell me all that there is or I'll—""You'd what?" She chuckles darkly. "You'd kill your own mother over a villain who gives you orgasms? Go ahead."I'm squeezing her jaw, watching her pulse flutter under pale skin, remembering every time she made me feel small. Worthless. Wrong.My breathing is ragged."You reek of him, Carlton." Her voice is conversational now. "Tobacco. Whiskey. Blood..." She inhales. "Oh my. Holy flames, is that... is that Mad Bishop's cum I smell on your breath?"Shame detonates inside me. "You fucking cunt!"I've never called her that. Never would have dared, but the word tastes right. Feels right.Her grin is all teeth. "Oh, I am that cunt who w

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    I cant do it.

    [CARLTON’S POV]My hands find her chin, slamming her back against the cot. Not beating her. Not yet. Just holding her there."Why do I feel you're lying about Father's death? If you hid your true colors all these years, what else are you hiding from me?!"Her eyes glitter. "You want to know? Ask him yourself.""No. You'd tell me all that there is or I'll—""You'd what?" She chuckles darkly. "You'd kill your own mother over a villain who gives you orgasms? Go ahead."I'm squeezing her jaw, watching her pulse flutter under pale skin, remembering every time she made me feel small. Worthless. Wrong.My breathing is ragged."You reek of him, Carlton." Her voice is conversational now. "Tobacco. Whiskey. Blood..." She inhales. "Oh my. Holy flames, is that... is that Mad Bishop's cum I smell on your breath?"Shame detonates inside me. "You fucking cunt!"I've never called her that. Never would have dared, but the word tastes right. Feels right.Her grin is all teeth. "Oh, I am that cunt who w

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