"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

June's puppy eyes and eager tongue swiping over her lips reminded me of a certain incident where I had to bribe her with a lollipop before she agreed to go to school. 


The look of eagerness in her eyes still cracks me to this day. 


Well, the case was the same now, only that the lollipop had, at one point or the other, changed. 


"What's funny?" she asked me with furrowed brows. 


"I just remembered something. Come on." 


When she got up and noticed me leading her to the bed, she pouted. 


"So you are really not going to use your toys on me?" 


"I am a good girl," she said and pressed against my body, pushing me to the bed and pushing her weight on me. "I am, and will always be, a good girl for you, uncle." 


Chapter 69