"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 paced the sitting room, occasionally looking out through the window whenever I heard sounds. It had been close to an hour since Mark left, and 30 minutes since 10 of his men drove off, but there had been no sign of them. 


I realized there was something wrong when I saw Mark hastening to his car an hour ago. His expression said it all. I couldn't help the fear I felt at the thought of anything happening to Kenzo, because I perceived he was the only one who could make Mark look so worried. 


I sat down on the couch, placing my hand under my jaw as my gaze went to the TV. I was nervous and trying to quell it by telling myself everything would be better. But deep down, I felt like that wasn't the case. 


My heart hammered against my ribcage, my throat dry. I stood up from the couch and started pacing once more. My gaze wandered to the clock on the wall, and I wondered how long I would have to wait until their return. 


Chapter 33