"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

"What?" I quirked my brow and looked around in a bid to pretend I didn't know what Edith was talking about. We had just quietly walked away from June's door after the entire episode, and Edith had, undoubtedly, heard the thing about the panties. 


Every damn day raises more issues to talk about. 


"The last thing she said," Edith mused and knitted her brows in thought. "What did she say about her panties? Whose panties, anyway?" 


Shit, how wouldn't she hear when June clearly pointed it out like a fucking commercial for everyone to hear?! 


"Oh, that?" I chuckled nervously and cleared my throat. "What did you say she said again?" 


"I think I heard something about you doing something to her—" 


Chapter 41