"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 didn't let the event of a few hours ago define my day. I went about my daily task, arranging and dusting, since that was the task I was assigned. It seemed the head maid loved giving me the less-tedious chores. Whoever told them to treat me differently was beyond my comprehension. 


I didn't see Kenzo until it was late in the day because I avoided Mark's side of the house. I wanted nothing to do with a man who thought I was a whore he could easily buy. Whatever gave him that impression of me? That guy could grind my gears. 


Mid-afternoon and I was almost through with the work I allowed myself. The dusting and arranging took little time, just a few minutes. I busied myself with cleaning the pictures and paintings in the entire house, aside from the ones on Mark's side. Anyone could tell that I was trying to avoid him. I needed space to let my heart heal. 


Chapter 25