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MY TABOO STEP DADDY WHAT THE FUCK U DOING HERE
[TRISTAN’S POV]The camera flashes are blinding.I watch from the back of the crowd, hidden in the folds of my black cloak, my face obscured by the hood pulled low over my features. My heart is pounding so hard I'm worried someone will hear it, will turn and see the way my entire body is vibrating with the kind of rage that comes before violence, before blood, before a man decides that his own survival doesn't matter anymore.Tristan is on his knees.My Tristan. The man I gave everything to. The man I sacrificed the Pyramid Brotherhood for. The man who looked at me like I was nothing when I was bleeding and broken and begging for a crumb of his attention. He's on his knees, and he's holding a ring, and he's asking Carlton—that pretty, privileged boy—to marry him.Carlton says yes.The crowd erupts, and I feel something inside my chest crack. The applause is deafening, the screams of celebration mixing with the sound of the cameras, with the chaos of a world that's decided this is t
MY TABOO STEP DADDY LOVING HIM
[YOSEF'S POV]The camera flashes are blinding.I watch from the back of the crowd, hidden in the folds of my black cloak, my face obscured by the hood pulled low over my features. My heart is pounding so hard I'm worried someone will hear it, will turn and see the way my entire body is vibrating with the kind of rage that comes before violence, before blood, before a man decides that his own survival doesn't matter anymore.Tristan is on his knees.My Tristan. The man I gave everything to. The man I sacrificed the Pyramid Brotherhood for. The man who looked at me like I was nothing when I was bleeding and broken and begging for a crumb of his attention. He's on his knees, and he's holding a ring, and he's asking Carlton—that pretty, privileged boy—to marry him.Carlton says yes.The crowd erupts, and I feel something inside my chest crack. The applause is deafening, the screams of celebration mixing with the sound of the cameras, with the chaos of a world that's decided this is the
MY TABOO STEP DADDY YOUR COCK IS HUGE
[DAMON’S POV] I watch him sleep like I'm memorizing him, like I'm trying to catalog every detail so that when this inevitable ends—and it will end, because nothing good lasts in this world—I'll still have the image of him burned into my memory. The Irish god is sprawled across the right side of the bed, his massive frame taking up more space than one person should be allowed to occupy. He's holding that photograph like it's keeping him alive, like the image of the beautiful British boy is the only thing tethering him to sanity. His dark hair is still damp from the shower, and in the soft light coming through the window, he looks almost peaceful. Almost. I can still feel the impression of his cock in my hand, can still taste the salt of his skin on my lips. The photograph fell from his hand earlier, and when I picked it up and saw the blue eyes staring back at me with that particular quality of mischief, I understood everything I needed to know about why he was jerking off to
MY TABOO STEP DADDY BRAT
[DECLAN’S POV] When Damon pulls away, he's smiling, but it's fragile: like it's costing him something to maintain it. His eyes are still rimmed with the evidence of tears, and he keeps looking down at his shoes like they might provide answers to questions he's afraid to ask. "I'm sorry," he says again, and the words come out like a mantra, like he's been apologizing for existing his entire life. I watch him, really watch him, and I see it all written across his face. The grief. The loneliness. The particular quality of pain that comes from loving someone who decided you weren't worth staying for. My hand reaches out before I can stop it, cupping his face with a gentleness that probably shouldn't be possible coming from someone built like I am. I tilt his chin up until he's forced to meet my eyes, and when he does, I feel something inside me shift and settle. "You tell me you're sorry but never meet my eyes," I say, and my voice comes out rough. "Are you referring to my abs or
MY TABOO STEP DADDY IRISH MAN
[DAMON’S POV] The man on the bed is a vision of sin and regret. His green eyes are the same shade as mine, but where mine are carrying the weight of loss and trauma and a lifetime of being a cop in a world that doesn't care about justice, his are carrying something I can't quite name. His chest is heaving, his skin glistening with the remnants of what he was clearly doing before I walked in, and his cock is still half-hard, lying against his abdomen like a weapon that's just been fired. Jesus Christ. That thing is massive. I'm staring at it like I'm trying to solve a mathematical equation, trying to calculate the exact number of inches, the girth, the sheer impossible width of it. Ten? Eleven? Fifteen? I've never seen anything like it in my life, not even on Yosef, and Yosef was built like a mountain. But this Irish giant has something that looks like it belongs in a fantasy, something that makes my mouth go dry and my cock go impossibly harder. The girls he uses it on must be b
MY TABOO STEP DADDY DOPPLEGANGER
[DECLAN’S POV] The bathroom mirror fogs with steam as I step out, my body still dripping with warm water that hasn't managed to wash away the weight of the last few hours. I grab the towel and wrap it around my waist, my movements automatic and familiar—a routine I've done a thousand times before, back when I had someone waiting for me in bed, back when life made something resembling sense. Back when Harry was alive. I run the towel through my hair, and the happiness sits in my chest like something too fragile to hold. Selene is alive. After months of carrying her death like a stone in my pocket, after burying her with my own hands and watching the dirt swallow what I thought was her last piece of existence, she's alive and breathing and real. The relief of it is almost unbearable: the kind of relief that makes you want to scream and laugh and break things all at the same time. But Harry isn't here to celebrate with me. I toss the towel toward the couch with the same absent-mi
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