"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

They were obviously fooling around, and right in my face. 


My teeth grinding against each other in contempt, I inched closer and spoke inches from her face: "Giulia, you better be careful the way you throw that pussy around like a fucking whore." 


"Mark... let me go." She was already out of breath and trying to inhale forcefully. I let her go and stepped back, folding my arms across my chest like I demanded an explanation from her for almost choking the life out of her. "What the fuck was that for?" she coughed and massaged her neck. I could see faint finger marks around the smooth skin of her neck and collarbone. 


I never thought it sexual, never before, but the thought of choking her suddenly sounded very appealing. I loved rough sex. Mostly because it gave me the feeling of being in charge, dominating; you know, and didn't give room for much post-nut clarity. But never had I thought of something kinky with any of the ladies. 


Chapter 38