"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 fell into my chair. It's either Dija is crazy or delusional. I even see her bagging both qualities. What the fuck?! 


I see no reason why you should unnecessarily disturb yourself over something—someone—that you know doesn't give a fuck about you. 


You can't just spread your legs and expect me to dive in like a fucking Olympic champion. 


The Kristin of old jumps at every offer to fuck. 


Yes, I realized that accepting my feelings for June made my life a whole lot better. There is this unusual eagerness to go home whenever I am at work. And the need to pull her close is so strong when we are together that sometimes, we end up in bed doing nothing but cuddling and rolling around until my needs are satisfied. 


Chapter 87