"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

Getting her a phone jumped into my mind at the last minute at the store. And, well, it would be in my favour, because it would be easier to get across to her from any location around the world. 


As long as she loved it, I was okay. It was one of the latest models the store attendant said they had, and it took some moments for me to appreciate the beauty. 


I stood before the mirror in my room and exhaled. I looked a little stressed, but nothing a warm bath and rest couldn't handle. I took off my black Zara hoodie and flexed my biceps, noting how sweaty I was. 


My shower was quick and calming. But I wasn't at rest. 


Kenzo should have gotten across to me by now. He should have. I didn't envisage any form of threat, hence the reason I sent him out alone. What could go wrong in a club when all he was sent to do was ask questions? 


Chapter 32