"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

Kristen left early because of a meeting he had with some of his employees. I remained in bed for close to an hour before I lazily rolled out, realizing I had to get ready for work. I can't afford to have my salary ducked on the first day. 


I had a hurried bath and got dressed in blue leggings, pairing it off with a tank top. I didn't bother with my hair, just combed through it to get rid of the tangles, and I was good to go. I applied a chapstick on my lip and used an eyeliner for my brows. 


Breakfast was the next thing. I gobbled down the macaroni and meatballs Kristen made, ignoring the crepes he left for me. The moment I put the plates on the sink, my phone started buzzing. 


“That must be Mark.” Yawning, I traipsed over to the dinner table, took my phone, and answered the call without checking the caller's ID. “Good morning,” I grumbled and started for the stairs. 


“June?” Mark's perplexed voice filtered in from the other end. 


Chapter 105