Novel & Cerita Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine

I hadn't saved his number, but the malevolent tone of the message revealed his identity. Anger and suspicion coursed through me. How had he learned about my mother's condition? Was he stalking us, or did he have covert informants within the hospital who reported our family's distress? As I read the message, my thoughts began to flow like a relentless river of questions and fears. My uncle, a sinister figure, had left a trail of pain and suffering in our family's history. He was driven by greed, and his insatiable desire to claim everything we held dear knew no bounds.

Marina I woke up sore. My thighs were still faintly sticky, my pussy tender and sensitive with a deliciously deep ache that sent a dull throb through me. It was a reminder that I’d been filled for the first time last night by my uncle. God, those were words I never thought would ever be true but here I was, the memory sending a fresh gush of heat between my legs. Every filthy fantasy I’d ever touched myself to had come true in one brutal, perfect night and now my body knew only one craving: his cock. The massive, thickly veined and unforgiving thing that had reshaped me from the inside out. I rolled onto my side, squeezing my thighs together. The pressure against my oversensitive clit dragge

I asked, my voice sharp with anger. He scoffed and released my wrist. “I should be the one asking you, Kira. What do you want with my uncle? Are you that desperate for a man… desperate to be fucked?” he spat, his words dripping with cruelty. “Excuse me?” I choked, disgust rising in my throat.

I despise it when he disparages her. "Do you think I will kill you easily, you wish, right?" I grin before lifting him up and hurling him to the ground. "You're not going to have it easy, uncle. Your death will not be easy. I will make you suffer." He let out a terror wail. He's frail, pale, and dressed in rags. My uncle, whom I used to admire, is trash now. He is the ruler of his realm; but for his greed, he finds himself here. If not for what he did to my parents, I won't have do this to him, because he is the only family that I have.

Nothing good ever comes after the sound of my uncle's pained groans, screaming from his lady friends always soon follows and that knowledge is enough to send my heartbeat racing in my chest. I don’t know what he does to have those women screaming so loudly, but I do know that it is not something that I want to experience. I close my eyes tightly to escape the excited look that I can see gleaming in my uncle’s eyes and pray to some higher power to make him pass out from the alcohol and drugs that he is currently on. Of course my luck is never that good and it doesn’t take long for me to figure out that those groans of what I thought was pain are actually ones of pleasure.

I curl my hands into a tight fist; different emotions spiral within me as I pace round the room loosening my tie. My eyes scanned the whole room until they fell on the mirror, and immediately I wanted to pull my eyes away. To stop staring at the monster, the total failure that I was. Everything I do, every step I take, keeps coming back as a failure. Just this one time I decided to have casual sex and ended up having it with my fiancé's uncle, a man who doesn't even have feelings for anyone. A selfish monster and a mafia don. How would the people feel if they found out that the heir to the throne was gay and not only gay, but also slept with his fiancée's uncle, who was a mafia don? Gosh! Ho

The myth of who he was and what he could do. I turned around in bed, the sheets tangled at my feet. Scenes from dinner replayed in my mind. Dante’s smirk, the way his eyes lingered on me and the moment our skins touched. I closed my eyes briefly. I should not be feeling this way. He was my uncle and aside from that, he was a dangerous man.

I drove into her like a mad animal. Everything came back. Everything from June and Kristen, and how broken their union left me. How I couldn't stop crying at night even a week after I left Seattle. How my uncle broke me and forged my broken remains into a hard metal. A lot happened. A whole lot. And everything was just a wrap of how miserable I was. The bitch struggled beneath me. She tried to escape. I didn't care if she was losing breath. I didn't care how much pain she was in. I just wanted that orgasm.

His mouth was by my ear now, his lips brushing the shell. My eyes fluttered as if they wanted to close, but I refused to let them. This was wrong. So wrong and yet it felt so good. “We’re all alone,” he finally said, and I heard the way he inhaled sharply for a second in mock-surprise. Teasing. Menacing. “What shall we do?” I shook my head, but I didn’t know what I was denying. I knew what was racing through my thoughts. They were illicit. Filthy. Completely taboo. This man was my uncle. Related to me.

“Yes you have, despite all I've said. You apparently want me, so you're willing to do anything, even lying.” I could see his eyes darken from my words. Despite the opposition swirling, I couldn't stop. “I guess rich bastards are all the same, thinking they can control everything.” I said. “You're no different from your nephew. Do you get off of playing games just to fuck someone? Does this kind of charity work run in the family?” Mistake. The harsh words came out too late. What I didn't expect was for him to slam his hands against the desk. The loud bang made me flinch. The chair scraped as he stood up, bracing his hands over the desk and leaning towards me. No longer sitting, his height tow