"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

“June?” He sounded uncertain as he watched me. 


“Is this even a question, Kristen? Of course, I will marry you.” I drew my right hand out, and he slipped the ring on. It was as pretty as the first one he proposed with those nights ago, the only difference being the size. This one is smaller, but much more sophisticated. 


“Yes!” Favour squealed as Henry popped a bottle of champagne. 


“Thank you!” Kristen got up and hugged me, almost crushing my small frame with his large one. “You don't know how delighted I am about this, June. Thanks for always choosing me.” He placed both hands on the side of my face, and peered into my eyes, revealing so much with those green orbs of his. 


“Kiss, kiss! Kristen, kiss your fiancée. Come on, man!” Favour cheered. And like always, the others followed. But I didn't pay attention to them because my entire focus was on the man in front of me. 


He leaned down to kiss me, but I stopped him by placing my index on his lips. 


Chapter 113