"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

Mark was waiting at the bleachers, playing a video game, which he downloaded yesterday. 


“Knew I will find you here, lazy bone.” I sat next to him, and placed my backpack on his thighs, focusing on the men playing football. 


It has been long since I saw them playing around like this because I'm either studying or hurrying home to my uncle who doesn't care a shit about me. 


He paused his game, “through with your class?” He raised his brows at me. 


“Hmm,” I leaned my head on his right shoulder. “What are you doing over here? No more class for the day?” 


“Me?” He chuckled. “You should have known how much I love going to classes. I only attend the ones I feel like attending and leave the rest to the professors.” 


I closed my eyes and allowed the voices from the men playing in the field to wash through me. 


“What's your type?” I suddenly asked, not even aware of the question until it left my mouth. 


Chapter 15