All Chapters of MY TABOO STEP DADDY : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(YOSEF’S POV)When Kori’s hand fisted my hair, I made a choice. TanBear would never know how long I’d been waiting for an excuse to sacrifice myself for him. I’d done worse for less. This is just another sacrifice. I wear the shame like my trophy of scars. A reticulated Python swallowed me at fifteen. I tore my way out from his gut. I swallowed a bullet at twenty-five. I had three lung surgeries over the years. Two failed, the last one successful. I wasn’t ruthless. I had no definition. Only two people could tame me: TanBear and my ex-boyfriend currently fucking my throat. If it keeps TanBear’s reputation, if it keeps his empire intact, if it proves I’m worth something to him…I can sacrifice my pride. I can choke on anything. For him. Everyone is webbed in a black-out, faces wiped clean, but disgrace is the least of my worries when I’m fighting for air. That idiot and his mother must be having the best time of their life now. Carlton pretended to care, while I choke on

(TRISTAN’S POV)He used to be my bitch. I used to fuck him as he’d disappear. His Pistol to my temple while I’m balls deep inside him. ‘I’ll shoot you,’ he’d say and end up blowing his load in my face. Every fucking time. That ship sailed long ago, because that banshee in the cellar ain’t my Bunny. Maybe this place corrupted him? Or I pushed him to the edge? Still, I’m not taking any chances. Heat coils through my body, every nerve ending on fire, but it’s not enough. I’m on my knees on the bed, one hand fisted in the sheets, the other stroking my cock. Only a pair of black socks, eyes locked on the mirror, as I fuck my hand. “...Hmm.” I’m going to…I fight the urge to go to him right now. If I leave this bed, I’ll break him in half. That’s how primal I feel. My reflection stares back at me: eye patched, bandages taped to my skin, an ugly body carved with scars and tattoos. A human will look at me and die of fright in seconds, but Carlton never reacted that way. He was submiss

(CARLTON’S POV)The problem with a plan is that it never goes as planned. Pretend to be dead, pin him beneath the chains, and strangle him to death. Simple. But the moment he stepped in: drunk, naked, and horny? Revenge retired, and blue balls took over. I watched through lidded eyes as that monstrous, ugly cock dangled between his legs, like a branch on the verge of falling off a tree. I swear, I never told my fingers to search his hole. We never agreed on jacking him off. I had only wanted to focus when I mistakenly pinched his nipples, and that was the endgame. Now, I’m trying to stop him, but Mad-Man is hell-bent on making sure I finish what I started. “I’m going to fuck you, and it’s going to be hard,” Tristan slithers closer, the head of his cock stabbing his navel, and leaving a trail of precum. “Yosef was humiliated. Now, it's your turn.”I crawl back on my hands and knees, eyes bouncing between his cock and rugged face. I fucked him up real good. Now, he’s going to do

(CARLTON’S POV)My fingers press into the marble until pressure nicks my wrists. “Firstly, I’m not into knife play,” I spit. “My Mom raised me not to play with sharp objects. And secondly—”His laughter cracks like a whip. I clutch the vanity tighter. “What’s funny, sir?”“Was it your cock that slashed my eye?” he shakes his head. “Didn’t you use a blade, eh? Mom’s boy.”I bite my tongue. Running my mouth will do more harm than good. So, I speak like a polite, normal human. “You’re not touching me with that knife.” “Or I will,” his voice is final. “Matter-of-factly, I have.”“Tristan…”“I’d prefer a tattoo like mine, but we’re almost late,” he shrugs. “So, yeah.”Fuck, being nice. When I shove him this time, he staggers roughly, barely catching his footing. “Just because I bottom doesn’t make me your bitch!”He grins, smug. “You. Are. My. Bitch.” “You’re insane.”His tongue skates along his lips. I imagined it gliding through something else. “You love it.”“Are we going or not

(TRISTAN’S POV)‘A madman feels no shame, but the sane person walking in his lane.’ Bunny had said to me while combing through my wardrobe. He looked so pissed and fuckable. I’d have taken my chances, a blow or two, or maybe he’d take my remaining eye. We were late, so I clenched my thighs against my arousal. “You’re a mundane goat. Rough, careless, and reckless. Words can’t describe how terrible you are!” He’d fished my boxers from my suit rack and flung them at me. The memory makes me snigger:—--—-------(FLASHBACK SCENE)-------------Bunny advances at me, clothing accessories piled up in his arms. “What sort of billionaire with the wardrobe of a Louis Vuitton icon dresses like a Naples gangster?"I chuckle, moving to toss the boxer anywhere tossable. “I’m a gangster, baby. Your gangster.” “Stop right there!” he says in that angry voice that spins me on the high. For once, he’s sounding like my husband. “I spent two hours fixing the wardrobe of my father’s murderer. A-And you dare