Todos los capítulos de His Dirty Little Niece: (Uncle X, I want you): Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 59

Aurora's POV "You are staring at your phone again," Kevin said without looking up from his textbook. "I am not staring at my phone." I turned it face down on the table. "You have checked it six times in the last ten minutes." "I am waiting for a message." "From your uncle." "From anyone." I pulled my textbook toward me and stared at the same paragraph I had been staring at for the past twenty minutes. "Can we just study?" "We have been trying to study for an hour and you have read approximately one paragraph." Kevin closed his book and leaned back, folding his arms. "Talk to me." "There is nothing to talk about." "Diana is gone, your uncle cancelled the wedding, you exposed her in front of four hundred people, you were kidnapped and escaped on your own, and you are sitting here pretending to read a textbook." He tilted his head. "There is a lot to talk about." "I am fine, Kevin." "You have a bandaged hand and a bruise on your knee and you flinch every time a car slows down

Aurora's POV The shower stung the scrapes on my knuckles and the deep bruise along my ribs, but I let the water run anyway. Madam Lucy had fussed over me, but my body was already aching for something else. I slipped into Xavier’s oversized button-down shirt, the hem barely covering my ass, and padded into the master bedroom. Xavier was waiting, shirtless in gray sweatpants, his thick cock already half-hard and tenting the fabric. His dark eyes locked on me like I was prey. “You should be resting,” he growled, crossing the room and cupping my face gently. “But I’m giving you your daily dose tonight, baby girl. That needy little pussy needs my cock.” I whimpered as he guided me to the bed, stacking pillows so I could lean back without straining my bruised ribs. He fed me soup and meds first, but his free hand kept sliding under the shirt, thick fingers teasing my bare pussy lips, spreading the slickness already leaking out of me. The second the tray was gone, he stripped the shirt

Aurora's POV "You studied for six hours today," Xavier said from the doorway of the library, tie loosened, jacket gone, the particular undone version of him that only existed late at night when the house was quiet. "Five," I corrected without looking up from my textbook. "The first hour was mostly Marinette talking." "Go to bed, Aurora." "After this chapter." "You said that an hour ago." He crossed the room and closed the textbook with one hand. When I looked up, the words died in my throat. He was close, closer than he’d been all week, the careful distance gone. The lamplight caught his jaw, his eyes, the open collar of his shirt, and thinking became impossible. "Xavier," I said. "Bed," he said. "You are not my father." "No." His eyes held mine. "I am not." The air shifted. The uncle layer dropped, and whatever was underneath rose to the surface. "You have been avoiding me," I said quietly. "I have been careful." "Same thing." "Not the same thing." He straightened. "The

Aurora’s Pov “I can’t believe it’s really over,” I whispered, my voice still shaky with leftover excitement as I stepped into the shadowed living room of our cabin. The prom dress hugged every inch of me like it was painted on—deep crimson satin clinging to my full breasts, dipping low between them, and riding up my thighs with every step. Graduation had been a blur of flashing cameras, screaming friends, and that hollow ache in my chest because the only person I wanted celebrating with me was the one man I could never claim in public. My uncle. The man who’d raised me. The man whose touch I craved more than air. I kicked off my heels by the door, feeling the cool hardwood under my bare feet. My heart hammered as I spotted him by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the night. The rolled-up sleeves of his black button-down showed those strong forearms I loved feeling pinned by. His dark eyes locked on me instantly, devouring me like I was the only thing that existed. “Com

Marinette's POV "You've got to be kidding me, Mark," I snapped, slamming my locker shut harder than necessary. The metallic clang echoed down the empty hallway. Graduation had been over for hours—caps tossed, hugs given, fake smiles plastered on for the cameras—but here we were, back in the same damn school like nothing had changed. My short red robe was already off, tied around my waist, leaving me in the tight black dress I'd worn underneath. The one I knew he liked. The one that hugged my ass and pushed my tits up just right. Mark leaned against the locker next to mine, arms crossed over his broad chest, that stupid confused look on his face. His tie was loose, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, dark hair messy from running his hands through it all night. God, he looked hot. And that pissed me off even more. "Marinette, wait—" "No. I'm done waiting." I turned to face him, heart pounding. We'd been sneaking around for months. Forbidden little fucks in his car after practice, quicki