"You are playing with fire, doll," he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. "A very deadly fire."
I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display... Maybe deadly will do for now... 
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Harboring feelings for someone older than me seems deadly especially when the said person is my uncle. Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot-as-hell river of sexiness can't be quenched. Fantasies turned into cravings which in turn spurred the implementation of my devious plans to get him all to myself. Will this blood barrier push him away from acknowledging this mutual feeling of lust, or will his fuel be poured on my burning coals?

Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine

I avoided his call last night because I was so pissed with the man who called himself my uncle. I banged the door in his face and refused to speak with him. 


How could he expect me to receive that slut into the house? Did he expect me to smile at her as I shook her hands? 


“What's wrong? You look like you are getting ready for a fight,” Mark pursed his lips, staring at me with an amused expression on his face. 


He tapped his fingers on the table in front of him, looking to all like someone who has no cares in the world. 


“Family war, that's more like it.” I packed my books in my bag, getting ready for my next class for the day — Philosophy. 


I just needed the extra credit, that's all. 


I will drop it in my third year. But for now, I will have to endure all the boring talks about dead men and their views of the world. 


“Trouble in paradise? Still grounded?” He looked entertained. 


Chapter 13