Semua Bab MY TABOO STEP DADDY : Bab 51 - Bab 60

(CARLTON’S POV) “What did you say to him?!” Lydia's voice tears through the hallway. Her makeup is smudged from tears. And her eyes are like Yosef’s, dark and cold. “You said something to him.” The room locks onto me, and silence funnels my way. The chandelier's lights burn into my skin. And the ground feels like quicksand beneath me. I open my mouth, but no words come out. I want to say something. Anything. But I’m pinned by the weight of their stares. “Make sure he doesn’t leave,” Lydia bumps my shoulder, stomping past me. “Do your absolute best.” The men array the walls, hounds, everybody. Their eyes peck at me like Crows on a corpse. I shrink into myself, push past them, and charge into the room. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!! I freeze, sweeping through the ruckus: Shards of glass. Broken furniture. Blood. The stench of whiskey and cigar. It’s like a bomb detonated here. A travelling bag sits on the bed, piled with clothes, spilling free. Tristan limps from the walk-in close

(TRISTAN’S POV) “You left him,” Selene’s words cut like a knife. “He’s going to break.” I want to turn back, grovel on my knees, and plead for his forgiveness. The way Bunny looked at me. I destroyed him. I fucked him like it's punishment, like I could drive the questions out with my cock. Then left before he could ask again. Because I might tell him if I stayed. That risk is deadly.Fuck. I’m sorry. I swear, I’m sorry. I fall apart when you cry, Bunny. I’m leaving you again, for days, weeks, maybe months. But you forced this when you asked about Camilla. When you asked what Delinda did. I’m going to Russia to visit two graves: Camilla, my sister. And Amanda’s mother, Aurora. I have to confess what I’ve become. How I’ve let you consume me when I should focus on destroying them. The eight who killed her. The woman who ordered it. I told you the half-truth: Delinda ordered Camilla raped and murdered, and you still love that demoness you call Mom. That’s when I knew you'd always

(CARLTON’S POV) Who the fuck does he think he is to talk to me like that?I took their Pakhan’s eye. Shouldn’t he fear me now? “One of the perks of being my friend is that I’ll always rub it in your face, whether you like it or not.” Damon’s lips purse. “The same you do to me.” “Same way?” I hurl the shard at him. “I told you the truth.” He ducks, his smile vanishing, as I vise the table edge for support. I try to stand, but I still feel every ridge of Tristan pulsing inside me. He fucked me like a rabid dog. So technically, I’m his bitch. Damon helps me up. I lean on the table, shame cutting deep. If I look at him, I’ll die. “Did I lie?” Now, it’s beyond shame. I want to curl into a ball and hide. “Don’t make the mistake of insulting me again,” Damon caresses my shoulders, but his eyes are hard. “We’ll roast ourselves. We both know who’ll hurt more.” Weeks ago, he was squirmy. Now, he’s issuing threats? How do people even change? “Tristan.. loves me.” I don’t k

(CARLTON’S POV)My heart blares like a subwoofer. “What did he say?” “Something about killing us,” Damon’s voice is coarse. “I think he’s taking permission from Tristan.”We’re both on our feet, backpressed against the wall. At this moment, I want it to swallow me. “You have no honor,” Yosef says to me. “Attacking a man in his time of pleasure shows you’re weak.” Damon mumbles something in Russian. Yosef ensnares his neck, slamming him against the wall. There’s a silent message between them. “I’m so sorry. But if we had told you—” Damon’s words are cut off by a moan. Yosef guides Damon’s palm inside his briefs, slow and steamy, making Damon feel every ridge of him. “Don’t I fuck you really good?” “Please. C-Carlton needed answers and I—urrgh.” Damon moans again as Yosef nibbles on his earlobe. A trail of blood runs down Damon’s neck, disappearing beneath his collar. Damon's green eyes are clouded with lust, mirroring the thoughts in my head. I should be disgusted. I just fou

ONE MONTH LATER. Moscow, Russia. (TRISTAN’S POV)“STOP! STOP! Please… FUCK!” Bunny cries out as I fuck his brains out. Tears rain down his face as he bites down on my shoulder, begging me to stop. “Arrgh! I can’t feel my legs—Tristan, stop!” I wrench his head from my neck, slam him on the wall, and ravage his lips. Fucking Nirvana. I sweep through his mouth, gnash my teeth against his, and plunge my tongue deep inside his throat, silencing his cries. He gags on my saliva, pushing at my chest for relief. But I don’t release him, even when his teeth sink into my lips, and blood trickles down my chest. I wreck the holes he offers. Bunny pushes at my chest, convulsing with tremors, but I pound into him, savage and brutal, until his spine arches and he goes lax. Surrendering to the power of my hungry dick. “Why the fuck did you ask me that question, eh?” Seizing his jaw, I peer into his glassy eyes. He’s running out of tears. I’m afraid I’d have to fuck him harder. And I do. Rough e