"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

“Home? You've got to be kidding me.” He threw his head back in laughter. “Don't get me wrong, Lia. I treasure this place. I adore my men, and I fucking love our boss." 


“But?” I prodded. “I can sense that you're about to add that.” 


“Yeah. I love them, the thrill of the chase and everything that comes with being in a gang. I love it all, but I need the stability that comes from having a family.” There was this longing expression on his face, one I had never seen before. 


“I do too.” I nodded, understanding what he meant. “I also want that. Growing up with my foster family made me crave security, companionship, and warmth.” 


He smiled, raising his hand to ruffle my hair. “That's why you need to get out of here? Trust me, you won't find the forever you crave in a place like this.” 


His hand stilled. He removed it from my head and kept it on his side. “You've found it?” 


Chapter 20