"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 have never been so relieved to see June leave the house. I must have acted so suspicious, hence her continuous probe to check if I am okay. 


The universe be praised for allowing the numerous cups she swallowed to mess with her brain. What could or couldn't have happened if she remembered the incident of the previous evening? 


I don't even want to think of that. Knowing June as much as I do, she would have pushed her luck, perhaps even worshipped my cock again. 


I palmed my face and sighed. I shouldn't be thinking of June in that manner. The universe has decided to give me another chance, a fresh slate to start on. 


June doesn't remember going on her knees and slurping on my cock, and I am pretending not to also remember that: the perfect way to bury the incident as a mistake that would never repeat itself ever again. 


Chapter 24