"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

No internal bleeding. No complications. Just weakness from loss of blood, and fatigue. 


That was a relief. A huge one. Initially, I thought they'd ask to admit him till the weekend or even till the following week, but the doctor said he just needed rest and lots of food. 


There was a neat bandage around his head. More bandages around his chest and abdomen. And more around his biceps. 


So much white tied around him that he almost looked like a mummified Egyptian god. By the time some men came to assist me in taking Kenzo home, it was past midnight. 


It was always funny how we pushed programs into our day only to have the schedule completely changed due to an unexpected circumstance. 


Chapter 36