"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 quirked my brows at her. "Excuse me?" I said after some seconds of thinking and concluding that she wasn't kidding. "What is that supposed to mean?" 


Now, she seemed to realize what her words implied, but she did nothing to explain herself or say when she was going to leave. 


"I am not going anywhere until I pay my debt," she repeated stubbornly. "We are stuck together." 


Did I make a mistake buying her from Eric?? 


I had always been called stubborn—especially by my dad—but I wasn't prepared for this level of stubbornness. 


Giulia was a walking mass of trouble and madness. Mother Mary, help me, she was already taking my mind on my troubling day. 


"Oh, you called me by my name," she smirked. "That's a first." 


"I called your name before tossing you the ID," I replied with a scoff. 


"You were not addressing me. You were simply trying to rub my age in my face." 


Chapter 11