"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

The days rolled by in an annoying blur. I couldn't do much when my household seemed to have lost all traces of warmth and laughter. 


The maids now conversed in whispers and avoided me and Kenzo's corridor because he needed enough rest and they didn't want to bother him. Everything was happening so fast that I didn't realize I hadn't spoken to Giulia in about two days. As much as I hate to admit it, I didn't go check up on her even when I heard that she was down with the flu—at least, this was what the maid could deduce from Giulia's appearance. 


I invited a doctor for a thorough body check and diagnosis. And of course, treatments. 


I was perched on the balcony of my room when he drove in and grabbed his suitcase, gently rejecting the persistent offer of the guards to assist. It was almost noon and I was yet to have breakfast. 


Chapter 40