"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 blinked at them, confused and desperately trying to grasp what they were talking about. Like, I just told them my mother's name and boom, they were speaking of another. 


“What are you talking about? Who the hell is Mary?” 


“Oh, give me a minute,” the man said before he started searching his pocket once more only to bring his wallet out. 


Hah, this must be a joke or something like that. Why…. 


“Phew, I thought I'd lost it,” he mumbled as he brought a picture out of his wallet and gazed at it. 


“You still have her picture in your wallet?!” Favour shrieked. “Gosh, I can't believe you, Henry.” 


“Jealous of a dead woman, are you?” He leaned down to peck her on her left cheek. “She was my past, Favour. And you are my present, and future. You don't have to think that way." 


“Then, why is she still in your wallet? My picture is supposed to be there!” Favour folded her arms, scowling darkly. 


Chapter 102