"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

I gazed out of the window, trying to think of how to convey the news to Mark. I was nervous and excited. It was the best news I had heard all my life, but I was scared of telling Mark. I placed my hand on my belly, recalling the exact words the doctor said to me. 


After I slammed the door in his face, beating myself off for checking a doctor out, he ended up convincing me to open the door for him. I couldn't tell how he did it, or what charm he used on me, but it worked. 


He checked on me and asked for the symptoms; when I listed them out, he had a strange look on his face when he asked if I was pregnant. I almost had his head when I heard that, but he insisted I check to be certain. 


Chapter 41