"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

Why come to me when you know it will be difficult to say what you have on your mind? 


I always used to tell June to feel free to tell me things right from when she was younger. It never helped my anxiety to hear "Errm, Uncle, please don't be mad" repeatedly, only to learn that it was something less concerning. 


"I can hear you," I said, fighting the urge to shove my computer's USB down her throat and fetch out the information. 


"It's about my mother..." She looked up; our eyes clashed for the briefest of seconds. On impulse, her eyes went back to her fingers. 


"Oh yes, you told me some time ago that she wasn't feeling too well. How is she now?" 


"Better," she said. Then with a small voice, added, "I think..." 


"She is okay," Eva chuckled. "She just needs more medications and... well, and I seem to be low on cash. I want to get an upfront... about two months." 


Is this what took her a century to request? 


Chapter 65