Don’t Call Me Son
Some lines should never be crossed; Colt just obliterated every single one.
Colt Carlisle has the perfect life… a loving wife, a successful garage, and a quiet, responsible stepson he’s always been proud of. But one afternoon, everything changes, when he walks in on twenty-year-old Archie stroking himself, and suppressed hunger ignites into an obsession he can no longer control.
What starts as a stolen, filthy midnight encounter turns into something far darker. Secret touches. Rough, possessive nights while Archie’s mother sleeps just down the hall. Colt knows it’s wrong, disgustingly wrong, but the way Archie falls apart for him, the way he finally lets himself be truly seen after years of quiet grief and loneliness, makes it impossible to stop.
For Archie, Colt’s dominance is overwhelming. The guilt is crushing. The pleasure is addictive. He’s never felt wanted like this… until the illusion shatters.
In the wreckage, Archie discovers something unexpected; comfort, laughter, and real love in the arms of his best friend Jay. A relationship built on years of friendship, mutual understanding, and a passion that doesn’t come wrapped in shame.
Expect intense dominance, filthy kinks, rough sex, power imbalance, cheating, and heavy emotional themes. This is not a traditional romance with a happily-ever-after between Colt and Archie; it is a story of destructive desire, consequences, healing, and finding love where it’s safe to land.
For readers who crave morally grey, taboo, and unapologetically spicy stories.
Reader discretion is strongly advised. 18+ only.
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