Novel & Cerita Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine

He hooked my legs over his shoulders and slammed back in, folding me in half. “Look at me while I breed you,” he demanded, eyes locked on mine as he pounded deep. “Tell your uncle who this pussy belongs to.” “It belongs to you,” I gasped, nails digging into his arms. “It belongs to Uncle Caleb!” He fucked me with savage intensity, the couch creaking beneath us. His mouth latched onto my neck, sucking dark marks while he railed me. “Gonna fill this tight little cunt,” he rasped. “Pump so much cum into my forbidden niece that you’ll be leaking me for days. Maybe put a baby in you so my brother never suspects who really owns you.”

I loved Daddy, but I absolutely despise her. ‘I hate mommy’s older brother too, he’s always broodingly quiet, but I caught him looking at my àss one time, even though he tries to hide it, I know he wants to fúck me.’ The stranger didn't reply after this, I sighed and slammed my phone against the pillow. My uncle, while I didn’t exactly hate him, I despised how he always made me feel uneasy, like he could see the facade of my good little girl act. I didn’t usually wear a bra at home, because I wanted Daddy’s attention, but one time I’d caught Uncle staring closely at my títs. Too bad he wasn’t going to get a sniff of me, I belonged to Daddy alone.

Shock, disbelief, and a profound sense of betrayal churned within him, threatening to overwhelm his senses. “The sick bastard!” he gritted out, his anger surging like a tidal wave. His Uncle truly had no shame. It wasn’t enough that he’s in love with his brother’s wife but also wants to marry her while she’s pregnant with his brother’s children. “I’m going to fucking kill him!”

I can't believe this was the same man who hit me so many times and forced me to watch his perverse attitude. “Rot in hell, stepfather and brother!” I called after them as Scar unfastened the chains and led them out of the cell. Atlas first stared at me, his face filled with pain and agony, but then he still looked angry. And I could see the hatred in his eyes like he wanted to rip my heart out. He was too proud to accept his defeat. He spits blood onto the floor and looks up at me, his lips curling into a bitter smirk. “This isn’t over, stepdaughter.” His voice is filled with anger and venom. “You must feel very fulfilled, huh? But enjoy your little love story while it lasts. It won’t end we

His grip burned into my skin, possessive-like he was trying to remind me he once had the right to touch me and hated that he'd lost it. "You really think my uncle wants you?" He whispered, his words slicing through the air like a blade against my hearing. Then he hissed, venom bleeding into every word. "He's just using you like he uses everyone. You're nothing to him, Jane. He uses women like you for pleasure, for convenience, for his dirty work... and then leaves them to clean up the mess he made. Just like he used me to clean up his messes."

I curled into myself after, angr y and hot and shaken. The craving was inside me now and it had Xavier Rodriguez’s name written all over it.

How could I imagine my uncle like that? After all, of course, my uncle already had many lovers. He must have used his handsome face to attract many women as he did earlier on the campus to make Selly hysterical. He's a handsome, well-established, and powerful man, so there must be a lot of women who want him. Ah, that's right. We haven't met for a long time. There are many things I don't know about him. I'm curious about what Uncle Matthew has been doing all this time.

Adriana Jensen ~•~ “You’re living my dream life, Adriana.” I laughed at Sophia’s words. “Your dream life is to go on a trip with your ex and find out he’s cheating on you, so you end up going after his uncle who you’re not sure really likes you but wants to keep you around anyway?” “I don’t mind going through all that as long as the uncle is a handsome rich young man who commands attention wherever he goes.” Saint did command attention wherever he found himself.

Clara's enthusiasm grew; she wanted to know what was truly in Uncle's heart. "Whether I want it or not, do I have to forget her? It hurts to love someone unilaterally, Clara, it's very painful. She became selfish and did whatever she wanted. And... Even when I gave in and followed all her wishes, I was still wrong," Joe said. Silence. Oh! There was a tightness in Clara's chest. It was overwhelmingly heavy. "What about my feelings for Uncle? Is it the same as Uncle's feelings for Aunt Vivian? Will I also feel the pain Uncle feels?" Clara asked.

The phone call with my brother ended, but the crushing weight of my isolation only grew heavier. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, my gaze drifted back to the dark corner of the room. The cold shower hadn’t washed away the memory of the flashback. The image of the party, the heat of the bass, and the intense, passionate words Michael had whispered against my neck were still burned into my skin. I was drowning in physical neglect and emotional starvation. Before I could stop myself, my fingers acted on pure, desperate impulse. Still thinking about my ex, Michael, I picked up my phone, pulled up his contact under a hidden name, and dialed his number.