"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

For the first time in a long time, I woke up with a smile. Though my body ached from what we did the night before, I was satisfied. Sex with Kristin was more than I ever envisioned. Just thinking about it makes me squeal in delight. 


I finally got fucked by my uncle! Like, damn! 


Who could have thought that I would one day get all I have wished for? It was so unexpected. 


With a smile on my face, I slowly got down from the bed and went straight to his closet. 


Though he wasn't in bed with me when I woke up, I wasn't bothered. Knowing Kristin, he's probably in the kitchen, having a cup of his early-morning coffee. I don't think he can live without alcohol, sex and coffee. 


I wore one of his shirts without bothering to wear any pants underneath — didn't see any reason for it. The shirt stopped mid-thigh, leaving my creamy thighs exposed. 


All it would take is bending over for him to see the treasure down there. 


With a smile on my face, I strode out of his room. 


Chapter 62