"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

Standing in front of me was the same woman in the pictures I saw in Mark's office. June… my rival in love. 


I had to blink, to be certain I didn't just conjure her. Rubbing my eyes, I glanced towards the door, to see if my mind was playing tricks on me. 


She was still standing there with a nervous smile on her face. There was no way I could be mistaken about her, not that raven black hair and certainly not the expressive brown eyes that looked so much like mine. 


This made me wonder if Mark ever liked me, or just used me as a substitute for her. Though we have different hair colours, it wouldn't be difficult for him to think of her whenever I go down on him, right? 


“Good afternoon,” the woman greeted with a cheerful smile, closing the door behind her. 


Chapter 47