"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

Blood was everywhere: on my hands, on my shirt, and smeared against the walls beside me. The metallic smell of blood was strong in the air, and unlike what one would expect, it didn't repulse me. 


No, it didn't. There was a certain thrill that came with the possession and wielding of guns pointed at shooting targets, as I loved to call them. 


Just like the three men in pools of blood around me with bullets lodged deep into their guts. 


And just like Mateo who'd become a mass of cold flesh anytime soon. 


I was used to the bloodlust and madness. Whenever it came, an idiot was always ready to present himself or herself as a scapegoat. 


"For the last time, Mateo, what the fuck—" 


"I will speak!" he blurted out so fast I knitted my brows in suspicion. 


Chapter 34