"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 arrived in the States 14 hours later. It was a long journey, and I slept throughout the flight back to my country. It could be because I didn't get sufficient rest last night, or the baby. I couldn't tell what caused it. 


The moment I left the airport, I called Kenzo to tell him I had arrived. I was lucky enough to meet a kind old lady who let me use her phone after I helped her sort out her luggage. 


He answered on the fourth ring when I thought he wouldn't pick up. 


“Hello?” His voice sounded unsure like he wasn't expecting me to be calling so soon. 


There was a rustle from his side before I heard him speak up. “I was with Mark then, so I had to rush to my room,” he explained. “Where are you now?” 


“Wow, that's wonderful to hear. How was the flight?” 


“It was great. I slept throughout the journey though, but it was wonderful,” I replied, chuckling at that. 


Chapter 45