"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 stood still, frozen to the spot, scared and confused at the same time. 


My heartbeat doubled. For a split second, I could almost picture Mark opening his mouth again to speak and telling me that June—God forbid, because I'd hang myself in the living room—was found dead somewhere. 


"Don't worry, she is okay," he added. Seemed he noticed the dead look in my eyes. 


I exhaled in relief, my breath coming out in gasps. Surprisingly, Mark was no longer frantic and running around in alarm. I didn't pay much attention to it. 


"What the hell do you mean by that? Her safety isn't something to joke about! Where is June?" I asked, rushing to my table and grabbing my keys. Mark was still not moving. 


"Kristen, listen to me. Listen carefully." He blocked the door. "I made all that drama to clear the way so I could see you on time." 


Chapter 117