"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

My mind was filled with thoughts of my uncle throughout the day. I couldn't even concentrate on my studies. I was guilty — I swear, it's written on my face. 


Despite how cold I was to Kristin, he was still treating me well, trying to get closer to me. And here I am, acting like a spoiled brat because I wanted to show him that I've grown. 


It was a long day for me. One that made me think of the right approach to this. Perhaps, I'm trying to solve things the wrong way. 


I didn't call him like he asked me to. I took a cab home, but that was after I went grocery shopping. I had a 180 turn after a deep thought about my uncle. 


I've decided to make dinner tonight as a silent apology. Since I don't know much about meal varieties, I decided to make Italian fried rice and beef Salad with macaroni. 


Chapter 53