"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 palmed my face as the car drove into the street and out of view. Not only did June manage to embarrass me, but she might have also angered Edith. 


"Edith, I am so sorry," I started, already feeling weak. "I don't—" 


"Kristin, stop," she smiled reassuringly and tugged on my arm. "I'm not mad. C'mon, let's go in." 


If I had half the level of coordination Edith has, I would probably be the best uncle in the world to June. 


When we got to the sitting room, the first question she asked was, "Have you had breakfast?" 


"Yeah, I did." After a while, I added, "I'm fine." Realizing that she was the only one who always asked about my well-being, I cleared my throat, "So, what about you? Are you okay?" 


She nodded and smiled, "trust me, I am fine. Just wanted to check on you before heading to the office." 


That is slowly becoming a habit. And I am not complaining. It's not every day you find someone that cares about you. 


Chapter 32