"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

Edith's place was in a greater mess than I envisaged. 


When she said her house was raided, I was expecting the normal things, little did I know that the entire place was ransacked and looted. 


All her couches were slit open (They probably thought she hid valuables there). 


"This is bad," I stated for the umpteenth time since I got here. "What the fuck were they looking for?" 


Edith, who was covered by a black woolly robe that displayed an outline of her nipples, shrugged. "Money, I guess. My place wasn't the only unfortunate place. Some of my neighbours received the same—even worse." 


That bit of information put me at ease because I was initially thinking that she was being targeted. 


"The police need to find these people. They really do." 


Chapter 46