"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

With my brows raised, I crawled towards my panties, too stunned to make a sound. Brows knitted, I picked it up and turned the red material in my hand, only for a frown to mar my face when I saw a creamy smear on it. I slowly brought it to my nose and took a whiff before rubbing my thumb on it. 


I knew what it was from the first glance, but I was too stunned to give a name to it. In a daze, I sat on my bed, still clutching the underwear. 


Though there is still a feminine smell to it—which is mine—I can't deny that strong masculine scent mingled with it. 


A smile curved the side of my mouth when I slowly began to understand what happened. It could only mean one thing: Kristin was undoubtedly masturbating with my panties! 


Maybe not often, but he was definitely doing it… 


Though it sent a thrill my way, I wondered what all these could mean. Could it be that he likes me in the same manner I do to him? 


Chapter 40