All Chapters of MY TABOO STEP DADDY : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

[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

[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

[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

[CARLTON’S POV]I feel it. Hot breath on the back of my neck. The solid wall of heat that is his chest pressing against my back. Something hard—thick, blunt, already leaking—nudges between my ass cheeks. His reflection appears behind mine in the mirror.One eye. Scarred and covered, no eye patch tonight. Just the ruined socket, puckered and angry. The other eye burns amber-gold in the harsh bathroom light, fixed on me with an intensity that makes my knees weak.His arms come around my waist. Huge hands span my stomach, fingers nearly touching at my spine."Sneaking out, eh?" His voice is gravel and smoke, lips brushing my ear. "Bad manners, zayka. Bad boy."My heart hammers. "I came to pee. Please, I was just going back—"SMACK!Pain explodes across my ass. I yelp, hands flying to grip the edge of the sink, knuckles going white."Uh-uh." His palm smooths over the burning skin, deceptively gentle. "Son always stays close to Daddy. Partner to partner." He squeezes my ass cheek, fing

[TRISTAN’S POV]His jaw drops open instinctively. I slide in slow, savoring the heat of his mouth, the way his tongue automatically curls around my shaft."That's it." I grip his head with both hands, hold him still. Fucking his hot throat, brushing his tongue with the underside of my cock. His eyes glaze. "Now watch how Daddy does it."I pull out of his mouth, drop back to my knees.His cock is right in front of my face. Still hard, flushed dark red at the tip, leaking pre-cum.I swallow him down to the root in one go."Fuck!" Carlton's hips buck, trying to thrust deeper. I hold him down with one hand splayed across his stomach.This is how you suck cock. Not the sloppy, desperate way he does it. This is controlled. Methodical. I hollow my cheeks, suck hard, use my tongue to map every vein, every ridge.His hands fly to my head, gripping so hard it almost hurts. "Hunter, you fucker."I don't stop. Don't slow down. Just suck harder, faster, until he's writhing on the counter, sobbin