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2026-01-16 00:12:34
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MY TABOO STEP DADDY CUM FOR ME.
[TRISTAN’S POV] I carry him down the corridor. Past the bodies. Past the dark spreading pools of red that reflect the overhead lights like mirrors. Past Amanda, who presses herself against the wall to let us through, who has the good sense not to speak.My boots leave bloody footprints tracking all the way to my door. My hands leave prints on Carlton wherever I touch him: his thigh, his back, the curve of his ass where I adjust my grip.Everything I touch, I mark.Everything I own, I mark.This is not a new development. This is simply who I am, who I've always been, and Carlton Dickson learned this the first night I had him and has apparently not yet accepted it in any meaningful way.I kick open the bedroom door. The wood splinters around the lock. And fling him onto the bed.He bounces once, scrambles backward immediately. That survival instinct, that cornered-animal thing he does that makes everything in me go very, very still. Predator watching prey. His back hits the headboard
MY TABOO STEP DADDY BLOODY PAKHAN
[TRISTAN'S POV]I have always been mad.Born into chaos. Raised on violence. Baptized in the frozen Moskva River by a wife who believed weakness was a disease cured only by drowning. Forty-five years breathing, and every single one soaked in someone else's suffering.Mad is what I am. Mad is all I've ever been.But this?This is something else entirely.Carlton kneels in a spreading lake of my men's blood, blond hair plastered to his pale forehead, those storm-blue eyes red-rimmed and glassy with shock. Shaking. My Bunny is shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, small and fragile in a way that makes me want to burn the rest of the fucking world down just to ensure nothing else ever touches him.They touched what's mine.The thought isn't rage. Rage is hot, chaotic, stupid. What lives in me right now is colder than the Siberian tundra in January and twice as unforgiving.My men—the ones who swore loyalty on their knees in blood and oath, who kissed my ring and called me Pakhan—they looked
MY TABOO STEP DADDY I'll KILL ANYONE ELSE WHO THINKS THEY CAN TOUCH YOU, PONYATNO?
[CARLTON’S POV] Yosef's gaze finds mine. For a second, just a second, I see something there. Pain, yeah. But also… Pity? "Don't you act all righteous now." I yank the rod back from Tristan's grip. "You left me alone in a den of wolves. What the fuck did you expect?" "That you'd be treated like a prince in my own empire." His hand is on the back of my head now. Not gentle. Holding me in place, forcing me to look at him. "Tell me that's what you fucking got." I laugh. Can't help it. The sound comes out bitter and sharp. "Like a prince?" My voice cracks. "I was treated like shit, Tristan. Yosef beat me whenever he felt like it. Your men didn't just watch, they had their turn too." Tristan goes completely still. Doesn't blink. Doesn't breathe. "I was the weak-ass faggot." The words pour out now, unstoppable. "They made sure I knew my place. Promised to ruin me when you died. That's how they treated me. All because of you." Silence. The kind that feels like the world stopped spinn
MY TABOO STEP DADDY HE DID WHAT?
[CARLTON’S POV]I stalk after Tristan through the stairs, and every cell in my body is screaming two very different things.Run away from this man.Run straight to him.My fingers are still slick with his cum. I can feel it cooling between my knuckles, sticky and obscene. My throat burns where his hand crushed my windpipe. I'll have bruises shaped exactly like his fingers by morning. My ass is sore from getting fucked in the backseat of his car thirty minutes ago, and my cock is already trying to get hard again like my body doesn't understand we're supposed to hate him.But above all that, louder than pain or fear or even desire, is this buzzing satisfaction humming through my veins.Because I just jerked Tristan Alister off in front of his entire Brotherhood. Made the Pakhan, the most dangerous man in this godforsaken empire, come in his pants like a teenager. Watched his knees buckle. Heard him beg in Russian.I did that.Me.And Christ, it felt fucking good."Don't ruin it." His v
MY TABOO STEP DADDY HIS PUNISHER I
[TRISTAN'S POV]"YOSEF!" My voice tears through the courtyard like a bullet, shoes off concrete walls, rattles the iron gates. Every man in the compound freezes: soldiers mid-stride, guards at their posts, even the fucking hounds go silent."Gde ty, suka?!" [Where are you, bitch?!]The only sound left is Carlton's boots hammering the ground behind me and his voice cutting through my rage like a blade."Tristan! Don't do something you'll regret!"Regret? I'm past regret. I'm in the territory where men burn empires and don't look back.My fists clench so hard my knuckles crack. Fresh blood from the Rusev fight seeps through the makeshift bandage on my forearm, warm and sticky. I don't slow down. Don't stop. Just march up the stairs toward Yosef's quarters like I'm walking to war.Because I am.Whiskey sloshes in my veins. Carlton's cum is still drying on my cock. His scent is all over me: sweat, sex, that clean soap smell that clings to his skin. And underneath it all, threading throu
MY TABOO STEP DADDY EVERYTHING HE LOVES...
[CARLTON’S POV]"Fuck!" Tristan shouts, wrapping both arms around me like a straitjacket. "Have you lost your fucking mind?!""Tell me!" I bite down on his shoulder. Hard. Taste copper and salt.He screams, actually screams, and his arms fall away.I lunge for the driver again.Everything happens at once.The driver jerks the wheel. Hard left.A truck horn blares; loud, deafening, right fucking there. Headlights flood the car interior, bright as the sun. Time slows down.The truck misses us by inches. So close I feel the displaced air rock our car. The driver's curses are swallowed by the truck's horn, still blaring as it disappears into the night.Tristan slams me down into the seat, pins me there with his full weight, one forearm across my throat.His fist comes up. Pulls back. Shaking with rage.I stare up at him. Don't flinch. Don't blink."Do it." My voice is sawdust. Raw. "What are you waiting for? Punch me, you bastard."His breathing is ragged. Harsh. Like he just ran a marath
MY TABOO STEP DADDY SOMEONE'S WITH HIM
(THIRD PERSON’S POV)SPLASH!!!Dakor gasps awake, the chains rattling as he catches his breath. Sweat and grime coat his skin. Chains bind his wrists and legs like the animal he is. Dakor squints, barely making out his surroundings. He craves sleep again, because with awareness comes excruciating
Last Updated : 2026-03-27MY TABOO STEP DADDY YOU DID IT.
(CARLTON'S POV)Jesus! When did I become like this?‘He made you like this,’ a voice says in my head. I change the channel with a press of the remote. The device clatters to the ground. I want them to know it’s me. To damage me. That way, I’ll be too busy snapping my bones in place than thinking
Last Updated : 2026-03-28MY TABOO STEP DADDY IT'S THEM
(DECLAN’S POV)The first stone hits my chest before I see it coming. “Satanist!” someone screams. Then another stone. “Kill him!” People surge against the police barricade like rabid dogs. Camera lights. Reporters. Parishioners wailing. They think we let the devil walk among them. They think we
Last Updated : 2026-03-27MY TABOO STEP DADDY MAD-BISHOP AGAIN.
(DECLAN'S POV)Selene always called me a walking red flag. Doctors said I absorbed my twin in the womb, consumed him before we were born. Maybe that’s why I’ve always had this hunger. The therapist who diagnosed my psychopathy will have a field day with this. I’m a snake who’s learned to slither
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