"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

Helplessly, I was left to watch her from the kitchen doorway. From the back, her black gown tightly clung to her hips, outlining her curves. 


Once in a while, I would go in and look around, eager to lend a helping hand but she had everything completely under control. 


When I saw her cutting a large chunk of meat, I cleared my throat, "I feel so bad stressing you out like this." 


She laughed but didn't look back. "You are so funny, Kristin. An excavator can't get me out of this kitchen. And before you ask, no, I don't need your help." 


I sighed. "I guess I'll just stay here and be useless then." 


"Nah, you're not useless here. I appreciate your company." 


Chapter 26