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2026-02-18 06:17:10
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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
MY TABOO STEP DADDY Pound me, daddy
[TRISTAN'S POV] Missing.The word hangs in the air like smoke after a gunshot.Amanda stands in the middle of my bedroom, mascara tracking down her face in black rivers, looking at me like I'm supposed to care that Yosef has disappeared.I stroke my cock once. Twice. The piercings catch on my palm, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine.Still hard from Carlton's hand. Still aching to bury myself inside him."He's missing. And then?" The words come out flat. Cold. Like I'm asking about the weather instead of the man who's been my right hand for fifteen years.Carlton's head whips toward me. Those blue eyes go wide with something that might be shock. Or maybe disgust. Hard to tell with him sometimes.Amanda's face does something complicated. Horror and disbelief war across her features, twisting her mouth into shapes that remind me of her mother—the mafia queen who birthed her and died before she could fuck her up too badly. "Daddy..." The word is small. Broken.I don't stop stroking
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
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