"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

I shamelessly trailed my hand down my body and pinched my nipples before heading to the main object of desire, the tight bud between my legs. With my entire focus on him, I spread my pussy lips with my fingers, making sure to fully lean back and catch some of the sunlight to give him a cinematic view of my body. 


“Doll, you need to stop this,” he said in a warning tone, with his gaze going towards the place I wanted it to be. 


“Why? Don't tell me you are tired of me just after a night?” 


Though I sounded less concerned, I couldn't help the twist I felt in my heart at the thought of that. 


Should he try to treat me like he does the whores he fucks—dumping when he's through with them—I might not survive it. 


Chapter 63