"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

“What happened?” My gaze returned to Kenzo, who was barely conscious. “Didn't the guard tell me that everything was okay?” 


He sighed. “I need to rest now, Guilia. Let's talk in the morning,” he said, looking like he didn't want to pursue the matter. 


I frowned, wondering why he was brushing me off as if my worries weren't necessary. He was acting as if I were just a housemaid who had no business knowing anything about him. 


“Mark, what happened?” I asked again, this time with my face set in a grim line. I folded my arms. 


“We will talk in the morning,” he repeated. “I need to stretch out.” 


“Rest? What the fucking hell is wrong with you? Why are you treating me like this, Mark?! I'm your—whatever. Kenzo is my friend! I deserve to know what's happening to him!” I raised my voice, my eyes narrowed to slits. 


Chapter 35