"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 played the record to Kristen, who handed it over to the police after listening to the threats. He tried to comfort me about it, but my thoughts kept on returning to the last words the caller uttered. 


Could it be that my premonition was correct? The one who is doing all this is the same? 


“We can't conclude anything without tangible evidence,” Mark stated as he sat next to me on the chair. 


Kristen left with the police officer and asked Mark to come over to keep me company. From my observation, the paparazzi outside have dwindled in number. Most of them have gotten bored of waiting outside to see me. 


It's absurd how they expected they could get any comment from me after dragging my name in the mud for something as frivolous as falling in love. 


“But it's too much of a coincidence, Mark. I feel like something bad is going to happen. And this time.....” I trailed off, shuddering a bit at the thoughts that went through my mind. 


Chapter 109