"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

That must have been the 8th time she uttered that exact sentence in the span of our thirty-minute drive from the house. 


I stared at the road and kept mute at first. When I was done arranging the most suitable response in my head, as softly as possible, I smiled and said, "I said it's okay. I'm not mad, trust me." 


I was relieved. Since the previous night, I had been bothered with the most not-rude way to tell Tara to leave. She was useless, anyway. Very useless. 


I enjoyed my wank. If my hands and mind could bring me such pleasure when she was just a flight of stairs away, then she wasn't useful. 


What broke the camel's back was her snooping around. I perfectly understood that it was okay to feel curious once in a while. But to the extent of pushing yourself into my personal space? Nah, I would never accept that. Everybody in that house knew how much distaste brewed within me when anyone did as much as go on that corridor. 


Chapter 26