All Chapters of MY TABOO STEP DADDY : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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YOUR FAULT

[YOSEF’S POV]The gates open before I cut the engine. Of course they do. sit there anyway, hands on the wheel, watching the iron spread apart. Beyond it, the compound stretches in the dark; three stories of dark timber and curved roofline, the kind of building that looks like it grew from the earth instead of being built on it.I've been here enough times that my body relaxes before my head gives it permission.That's the problem.I pull the card from my breast pocket. Matte black. One phone number in gold. One kanji pressed into the bottom corner. I've had it for days, carried it against my chest like a man carries something he knows he shouldn't want. Kori pressed it into my palm the last time I was here and said, ‘come back and there is no leaving again.’ Then he'd watched me go anyway.I run my thumb across the surface.‘Yosef Ilya. He killed your mother. He's the one you want.’Tristan said it like my name was nothing. Like twenty years was a tab he'd finally settled.A guard k

Last Updated : 2026-04-16

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, BABY.

[YOSEF’S POV]He says it quiet. Each word tears at my chest. "Your fault, Yosef.""Kori—""I did everything." He steps forward. I step back. "You know how many people I have done everything for? In my life? One." Another step. I move back again. "I gave you money when Bratva cut your accounts. I gave you passage when three separate families had contracts on your head. I gave you this house. My bed. My son, who shares himself with no one." Another step. My legs hit the edge of the chair. "I killed two of my own men. Two. For touching you without permission. Men I trusted for ten years." His voice is level and that's the terrifying part, when Kori goes level it means the anger has gone somewhere structural. "I put you first. Before operations. Before Hikaru's schedule. Before my own recovery when I was shot. I put you first."I sit down hard against the chair.He leans over me, both hands on the armrests. His hair falls around both our faces and I can smell him properly now, tea and gu

Last Updated : 2026-04-16

RUINING HIM PROPERLY

[YOSEF'S POV]His mouth crashes into mine before I can take another breath. Not a kiss. An annihilation.Kori's tongue shoves past my teeth like he's claiming territory, tasting the blood still coating my gums, and I can't think past the pressure of it, the way his hands are already under my ass, lifting me off the ground like I weigh nothing.I'm six-five. Two hundred pounds of muscle and scar tissue, and he carries me like I'm a fucking toy.His soldiers freeze in the hallway as he hauls me past them. I catch glimpses through the haze: wide eyes, a hand on a holster that doesn't move, someone murmuring rapid Japanese that sounds like a warning or a prayer. Kori doesn't slow. Doesn't acknowledge them. Just takes the stairs two at a time with my legs wrapped around his waist and his cock already hard, grinding against my ass through his pants."Kori," I gasp between the brutal press of his mouth.He bites my bottom lip hard enough to split it. Blood floods my tongue. He licks it away

Last Updated : 2026-04-17

MINE, HOSHI.

[YOSEF’S POV]“Arrghh!” I shriek. “You fucking pyscopath!” Kori smiles again, and I want to bite out his brains from his mouth. Or maybe kiss him breathless. Or both. Fuck, it hurts so damn much.The blade sinks in. Not deep. Just enough to split skin, to make blood well up hot and fast, to make pain bloom white behind my eyes.I try to scream but his mouth is on mine again like I want, swallowing the sound, his tongue stroking mine while the knife carves a line down my sternum.The drugs are hitting hard now. Pain and pleasure blur together. I can't tell which is which anymore.He pulls the knife out and licks the blood off the blade. Then he drops to his knees in front of me, throws my legs over his shoulders, and spits the blood he just licked from my chest onto my hole."Fuck." The word rips out of me.My rim clenches. I feel it, warm and wet and wrong, my own blood sliding down my crack, pooling against the table.Kori mutters something in Japanese. I catch a few words. Dirty.

Last Updated : 2026-04-17

WHAT'S FUNNY?

[CARLTON’S POV] Tristan slams the van door so hard the whole vehicle rocks on its suspension.I barely catch myself against the leather seat before he's storming across the gravel lot toward the kennels. His shoulders are rigid. Fists clenched. The kind of tension that precedes violence."Tristan!" I shove my door open and hit the ground running. "Stop shutting me out. I'm talking to you!"He doesn't even slow down."Tristan!"Nothing.Fine. Be a dick.I follow him across the compound into the back lot where he keeps his hounds. The kennel building is more of a dungeon than a dog house; Concrete walls cracked and water-stained. Small barred windows caked with grime. The smell hits me before I'm even inside: wet fur, piss, raw meat, and something darker. Something that reeks of violence and teeth.The door groans when Tristan yanks it open. I slip in behind him before it can swing shut.Inside is worse.Low ceiling. Single bulb swaying on a chain. Cobwebs thick as curtains in the corn

Last Updated : 2026-04-18

GO SHOWER FIRST

[TRISTAN'S POV]The compound is quiet. Too quiet. I slam the door to my quarters and the silence swallows it whole. No guards rushing to check. No voices from the common room. Just nothing.They're avoiding me. All of them.Amanda locked herself in her room hours ago. I heard her crying through the walls. My daughter. Sobbing because I traded Yosef to Konstantin like livestock. Damon hasn't left his quarters either. The men move through the halls like ghosts, eyes down, mouths shut.Good.Let them hate me.I stumble into the bedroom, kicking off my boots. They land heavy on the hardwood. My shirt reeks of Dog fur, smoke, and whiskey. I've been in the kennels for hours, drinking straight from the bottle while my hounds whined and pressed against my legs.They miss him too.The third one.My chest tightens. I shove it down, pour more bourbon into a tumble, and drain it. I pour again until the bottle goes empty.The room spins slightly. I'm drunk. Have been since Yosef bled. Since I wat

Last Updated : 2026-04-19

PLEASE, SUCK MY COCK.

[CARLTON'S POV]I sit cross-legged on the bed, my ass still burning from where Tristan grabbed it earlier. His handprints are probably tattooed into my skin by now. Permanent. Like everything else he does to me.The nail polish brush glides over my thumbnail. Red. Deep, blood red. The same shade as the wine I poured earlier and didn't drink because I knew he'd need the bourbon more.I blow on my nails, watching the polish dry in the candlelight.Five years ago, I would've laughed if someone told me I'd be here. Painting my nails in a compound run by the Russian mafia, waiting for my psychotic stepfather-turned-husband to finish showering so I can seduce him with spaghetti and a g-string.Life's funny that way.I giggle. Can't help it.Because I remember scrolling through Grindr at two in the morning, my girlfriend Jessica asleep beside me in her floral pajamas. She never knew. Never even suspected. Our relationship was so dry I could've fucked half the city and she wouldn't have notic

Last Updated : 2026-04-20

I DARE YOU.

[TRISTAN'S POV]My cock is on fire.Not the good kind. Not the "I'm about to fuck my husband into the mattress until he forgets his name" kind.The bad kind.The "someone rubbed Satan's asshole all over my dick" kind.I grip the bathroom counter, knuckles white. Water streams from the faucet. Cold. Arctic. Doesn't matter. The burn spreads like acid eating through flesh."Blyat." The word hisses between my teeth. "Yob tvoyu mat'."I splash water on my cock. Once. Twice. A hundred fucking times.Nothing.The spices cling like napalm. Every nerve ending screams. My shaft throbs, swollen and angry. The piercings feel like hot coals embedded in meat.I'm going to kill him.No.I'm going to fuck him first, then kill him. Or fuck him to death.Same result.Water drips from my cock to the tile. Pink. Diluted tomato sauce mixed with precum. Pathetic.This is what I've been reduced to. A mob boss washing sauce off his dick like some idiot who can't handle basic dinner.Carlton's laugh echoes fr

Last Updated : 2026-04-21

HIS MASOCHISTIC SLUT

CONTENT WARNING: Explicit sexual content, watersports, knife play, blood play, degradation kink, consensual non-consent, violence, psychological manipulation. [CARLTON’S POV] The word "dare" detonates something rotten in my chest. Ammonia stings my nostrils. The sharp, acrid reek of piss soaking into leather, into skin, into whatever's left of my dignity. It's pooling in the divots of my collarbones, dripping from my hair onto my thighs. The harness is ruined, darkened with bodily fluids like some fucked-up Jackson Pollock. I helped him, got on my knees like a good little husband and sucked his cock to ease his pain. And this is what I get?! Pissed on like a fucking fire hydrant. Mom would have a stroke if she could see me now. Her perfect son, the one she groomed and molded and showed off at charity galas, kneeling in a puddle of his stepfather's urine with a knife pressed to said stepfather's bleeding cock. And Selene. God, Selene. I can feel her ghost in the room, perche

Last Updated : 2026-04-22

YOU'RE MY KING, HUNTER.

[CARLTON’S POV] Mom.Fuck.I'd forgotten.For a moment, in the haze of humiliation and arousal, I'd actually forgotten that my mother is locked in the basement, chained, helpless., and waiting for judgment.And I'm up here playing degradation Olympics with the man who's going to kill her.The realization crashes over me like ice water.What the fuck am I doing?The knife moves before I fully register the decision.I slash at his abs. The blade parts skin and blood blooms.Tristan grunts but doesn't move back.I slash again. His thigh this time.More blood."Carlton."His leg, deep enough to matter."Bunny."I scramble to my feet. He's bleeding. Three cuts. Not fatal but enough.Enough to make me feel something other than shame.The knife is slick in my hand, piss and cum and blood making it slippery.One more. Just one more and I could—Tristan moves.Fast. Faster than a man his size should be capable of.One second I'm standing. The next my wrist is caught in his grip. Twisted. The

Last Updated : 2026-04-23

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