All Chapters of MY TABOO STEP DADDY : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(CARLTON’S POV)I die a million times. Heaven and hell flash before my eyes. Death is on his horse waiting to take me; at the same time, the Hounds' feast is imminent. I don’t remember dropping to my knees or clutching his thighs, but I hear pleas cracking my throat. “Hunter, I’ll do it!” Jaws nearly jam at Mom’s face, before freezing at Tristan’s voice. “Down, Boys!”Mom pants, and I finally breathe again, but the relief is short-lived, as hands the size of Bear paws jut my head up to meet his eyes. His brutality is ferocious enough to make me shudder. Tristan glares down at me, the blood from his abdomen pattering down my face into my parted lips. His blood tastes like acid as he lowers himself, far enough to avoid contact, but close enough for me to hear him rasp. “What did you just call me?” Shaking my head, I turn to Mom, but he tears my gaze to his. “Answer me!” His voice rattles the walls, eliciting a shriek from Mom and me. To say I’m terrified is an understatement. My

(CARLTON’S POV)Velvet boys again. Grooming me for the devil's eyes, as I didn’t die minutes ago. It’s rare to see a breathing corpse, clad in a purple silk robe, a handmade shower cap, and smelling like orchids. A sauna, steam room, and elite Jacuzzi lie beyond the glass where Caleb’s little birds draw a bath for their Pakhan, while the rest make the sheets with roses, ribbons, all the things that make up a ‘Virgin Altar,’ ready to be sullied. White sheets, as if they expect me to bleed like a lady. They don't know I’ve been used so thoroughly; there is nothing to defile. If I were a woman, Tristan’s children would’ve been running about the place like worker termites. But that’s the perks of being a man, because two dicks can’t make a baby. “How did the session go?” Caleb asks, placing Bear-skinned footwear at the entrance of the sauna. “I trust that the Pakhan was well pleased. You told me you’ve mastered the art of seduction, haven't you?” “First, I didn’t tell you that,” my

(CARLTON’S POV)NEED TO FUCKING PEE!!!My lashes wink open. I sweep my eyes over the sheets, realizing I’m the only one in this King-sized bed. The hot bath couldn’t wash off the adrenaline buzzing inside us. So Tristan decided it was best we stay apart, before we do something we’ll regret. It was tough falling asleep when Tristan chain-smoked for hours, watching me sleep, before dozing off on the cold floor in nothing but boxer briefs. Insomnia came when I needed it the most, and I remember ogling the outline of his cock, the insatiable drive to tug down his brief and take him to the back of my throat. But something stirred me back to sleep. I squint twice.The hell?My eyes dart around the room, but Tristan is nowhere to be found. Where did he go? …Or did he? No, he won’t dare. What he said in the sauna sounded like an oath, promise, security in this twisted web of ours. Or maybe, he’s changed?Because the Tristan I know won’t, can’t, and never stays in the same room with

(CARLTON’S POV)BOOM!!!Gunshot!I startle awake with a loud shriek. A loud thump on my jaw hurtles me from the bed. Yosef peers down at me with a red mojo devilish look. “Scream and bleed, Pussy.” Flames lick at my sight. Snatching the bottle from the bedside stand, I swing it at Yosef’s crotch. “BITCH!” The idiot rears backward, catches his footing, and launches at me. “Fucker!”Tristan steps between us. I want to tell him to fuck off and choke on his apology, but the next thing he does incinerates my soul. THWACK!!!Staggering backward, I clutch my cheek as a tear slinks down my face. I blink, once, twice— amber eyes. I’m not dreaming. Hunter hit me. My skin will heal, but my heart is forever fractured. Caleb squeals with wide eyes secured by brute men. I look past Yosef’s smirk to the man who calls me his… Bunny. Blood spouts from my nose. I don’t wipe it. I let him see his artwork. Let him know how much he’s changed. “Y-You hit me,” I don’t even believe myself. “T-Tr

(TRISTAN’S POV) PUNCH!!!My fist jabs Yosef’s jaw.He cannons to the wall, vexing out with a loud caterwaul. “You look so hot right now I want to bend over for you.”There was a time I thought he was flirting, but after the incident from last night, I don’t know what’s real and what’s not. —------FLASH BACK—-----Hands. Large, hard palms rub my briefs. I’ll patiently wait it out. Sleep can be reckless. I rest laissez-faire most of the time.Two minutes. Five. Nine and a few seconds, but his contact doesn’t disappear. I’m scared to say it's gotten worse, because the love we share is untainted, nothing like the link between me and Bunny. Yosef is the spine of my achievement, the neck of the Pyramid-Brother’s Bratva. Without a neck a body cannot stand, but I’m ready to lose my head if he keeps touching me like that. I open my eyes and my spine unwinds from their confinements. Yosef hands wraps around my cock, inches away from taking me to his mouth. The darkness in Yosef’s eyes mak