"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

It has been a week since that fateful night. Things went back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be between us. Mark and I returned to how we have always been. Though I didn't speak of that night, I can see in his expression that he wishes to talk about it. 


But I always find ways to skid around it, not ready to speak about the worst night of my life. 


I combed my hair, running my fingers through the beautiful black strands as I stared into the mirror. I stared at the woman I had become, not aware of the right feelings I should have. 


For a week, I have successfully acted like I wasn't affected by whatever Kristin did. Those seven days must have been the worst for him because he looked like a shell of his former self. 


I was barely holding on. But who was I to complain when I was the one that decided on this? 


I tied my hair into a ponytail, forcing a smile as I posed for the mirror. I wore my beautiful body con black dress, with a slit on the left thigh. 


Chapter 52