"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

Edith stood at the door like her feet were glued there. 


The phone was still against my ear, and I was now divided between Dija's voice and Edith's confusing stare. 


"I have to go now," I murmured into the phone, silently praying that she heard. She said something that sounded like a threat before I placed the handset back on the telephone and leaned into my seat with my eyes closed. 


I knew Edith was coming close. I could hear the clinking sound of her heels against the floor, and perceive the unmistakable womanly scent that perfectly combined with the waft of flowers in her perfume. 


When I opened my eyes, I gave her a once over. She was dressed in a tight-fitting blue gown that stopped just below her knees and had her hair tied in a ponytail, leaving some wavy-styled strands around the sides of her head. 


She had greeted me early in the morning when I arrived, but I answered anyway. 


Chapter 77