"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

We stayed in the hotel room until the next morning. Mark was such a gentleman, but I wasn't feeling it at all. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. Mark has been the best friend I can ever have, but here I am, thinking of a man who doesn't love me. 


And I'm a greater fool for falling for him. 


“Are you okay?” Mark touched me on my left shoulder, startling me from my thoughts. I turned to face him with a forced smile on my face. 


Though the morning after wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be, I felt so guilty. 


“I'm good.” I gave him a once over, noting how neatly he was dressed. There is something attractive about a man who knows how to dress. Even at that, I know that I don't feel anything for Mark. 


How good it would have been if I was attracted to him. At least, he won't hurt me the same way Kristin has—countless times if I am to count. 


Chapter 48