Chapter 1

Meghan's POV

I found my uncle's unpublished manuscript and all the erotic stories were of me since I turned 19!

It was so freaking hot I stuck my hand into my panties and begin to rub my wet pussy instantly..

The one rule.. The only real rule in this silent house of my uncle’s was.. Stay the hell out of the study.

So, of course, my hand was on the doorknob.

It was slightly ajar like just enough to be a “fuck around and find out” invitation from the universe.

Uncle Alex was always so meticulous about locking it but today? Nope. Today fate left it open a crack..

“Oh, come on,” I whispered to myself. “Just a peek. He’s downstairs. He won’t know.”

I slipped inside and I tiptoed to the desk. The laptop screen was black but I tapped the spacebar and it lit up with no password.. Seriously? For a guy who was so obsessed with privacy this was… sloppy.

A document was open.

‘Harbor - Chapter 12.doc’. His book. The famous, never-finished masterpiece he’d been working on since before the accident. My mom said he’d stopped writing after he lost his sight.. guess she was wrong.

My eyes scanned the first paragraph then the next and my heart did a weird little flip..

“No way.” I whispered as reality sank in.

My mouth went dry as I realized that Jess… the female was me. Petite, curly dark hair, green eyes.. the whole damn thing. And her love interest? That was just Uncle Alex with a fancy book name!

“What the actual fuck?!” I hissed the words out loud with my hand flying to my mouth.

I kept reading and oh my god, it got… specific and graphic!

The writing was gritty and so fucking hot my cheeks flushed. A bolt of heat shot straight between my legs and I actually gasped.

This wasn’t just a crush. This was… a blueprint.. he’d been imagining this and writing it down for who knows how long.

My brain short-circuited and all the memories came flooding back.. meeting him at fifteen.

He was my mom’s younger brother and he’d shown up for a weekend. He was so tall, so serious with these intense eyes that seemed to see right through me. I’d spent the whole two days blushing and stammering and for years after, no boy ever measured up.. they weren’t him.

Then the call from my mom two weeks ago.

“Honey, I know it’s a lot to ask… defer college for a year… Alex, he’s… the accident… he’s blind now, Meghan. And he’s fired every caregiver out of pure spite. He needs family. You’re all he has right now.”

He was blind from the accident with shattered glass from the windshield. They said he could get experimental treatment but he refused. Said he wouldn’t risk making it worse.

A damp heat was pooling in my underwear. I was breathless and without even thinking, I leaned back against his chair with my hand sliding down my stomach and into my shorts. My fingers found my clit, already swollen and aching.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, my eyes glued to the screen, reading the same filthy sentence over and over.

I pictured him just like in the book, his usually stern mouth soft with desire, his body... the body I’d sneaked glances at for days... pressing me into his desk. I imagined him not being blind, his dark eyes locked on mine as he…

The door creaked open and I froze, my fingers still buried inside me, my whole body seizing up in panic.

Uncle Alex stood in the doorway, his hand on the frame, navigating the world by touch. He was frowning, his head tilted.

“Meghan? Is that you? I thought I heard…” He trailed off and his nostrils flared slightly.

There was no hiding it. The laptop screen was bright, illuminating my guilty, flushed face. I slowly pulled my hand out of my shorts with the sound annoyingly loud in the silence.

He took a step in then another with his cane tapping lightly.

“What are you doing in here?” His voice was low, dangerous.

I couldn’t speak. What could I say? ‘Just admiring your erotic literature about us, don’t mind me!’

His expression shifted from confusion to dawning, horrifying comprehension. He turned his head slightly towards the desk, towards the glowing screen he couldn’t see but knew was there.

“You read it,” he whispered.

It wasn’t a question.. it was more like a death sentence and something in me just… broke. The pretense.. the years of secret longing and the weeks of tiptoeing around his anger and his darkness.. I was done.

“Yeah, I read it,” I said with my voice surprisingly steady. I stood up. “Chapter twelve is my favorite, by the way. You really nailed the… details.”

He flinched like I’d slapped him.

“Meghan, that is not... it’s fiction...”

“Bullshit,” I said, taking a step toward him. “It’s us and you know it. Jess is me. Alistair is you.. a blind emotionally constipated professor? Really, Uncle Alex? Subtle.”

“Stop it,” he growled but he didn’t move away.

“Why?” I was right in front of him now. I could smell his perfume and see the tight clench of his jaw. “Why stop? You’ve obviously been thinking about it.. writing about it and so have I.. For years.”

I reached out and placed my hand flat on his chest and I felt his heart beating so hard as he shuddered.

“We might as well stop pretending,” I whispered, goading him, ust like Jess would. “You want this. I know you do.”

That was all it took. His control shattered. A rough sound escaped his throat and his hand came up not to push me away but to grab me. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back as his other hand found my breast, squeezing it through my thin t-shirt with his thumb roughly circling my nipple.

I cried out, arching into him. This was it. This was exactly like the book, but better and real. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against me and a thrill of victory shot through me.

He crushed his mouth to mine and it wasn’t a gentle kiss.. it was a claim.. all tongue and desperation and years of pent-up hunger. I kissed him back just as fiercely, my hands roaming his back, pulling him closer.

He spun me around, pressing me against the edge of his desk, his body pinning mine. His mouth was on my neck, biting, sucking and I was mewling, completely lost in him. This was really happening. We were really doing this!

Then, suddenly, he went rigid.

He pushed himself away from me so violently I almost fell. He staggered back, breathing like he’d just run a marathon and he ran a trembling hand over his face.

“No,” he muttered, shaking his head. “No. This is… this is why. This is the punishment.”

“What are you talking about?” I pleaded, my body screaming at the sudden loss of his.

“This!” he said, his voice cracking with a pain I’d never heard before. “Thinking these thoughts. Wanting… this. You. It’s a sin and this… this blindness.. this miserableness… it’s my punishment. Don’t you see? I can’t… I can’t make it worse.”

The guilt and self-loathing on his face were absolute. Before I could say another word, he turned, fumbled for his cane and practically fled the room, leaving me standing there stunned with my pussy wet and throbbing.

I slid down to the floor, leaning against his desk. Well, shit.

The ache between my legs was still relentless and demanding pulse. I was too far gone.

My own fingers found their way back and I closed my eyes, picturing his face, his touch and the feel of him as I played with my clit. It didn’t take long.. I came with a cry with my body shaking against the leg of his desk.

As I caught my breath, lying on the floor of his forbidden study, a slow smile spread across my face.

He thought his blindness was a punishment for wanting me.

Joke’s on him.

It just made him easier to catch and I was going to get that man’s dick. It was only a matter of time…!