"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 don't know where not just here. I would take June out of this pain because her suffering is directly mine. 


Everything broke me: June's situation, her tears, Mark's sobs, my life... 


"It will be okay," I said in a whisper to myself. "Everything is going to be fine." 


I didn't believe it, but giving myself that reassurance made me feel better. 


June was still unconscious. I felt relieved a bit because seeing her cry the other time almost made me break. 


Mark had not left her side. He didn't stop sobbing. 


"Mark," I called softly from the door. "It's okay, this wasn't your fault." 


I know I yelled at him that he was supposed to keep her safe, but come to think of it, nobody is paying him to do that. 


He looked up, his eyes red and swollen. 


"It's okay." I walked to him and laid a hand on his shoulder. Seeing him so distraught, you can tell how much he loves her. "This wasn't your fault," I said lowly. "She will be fine." 


Chapter 92