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he asked, leaning close. I gave him a mischievous smile as I leaned closer until our lips were almost touching. “I called you Michael, your birth name,” “I'm a decade older than you,” “You don't look like it, and I don't care,” I said in a sultry voice. “I'm your husband's uncle,” he said, taking off his trousers completely. “Oh!” I gasped playfully. “If that's the case, then,your nephew's wife shouldn't be completely naked in front of you. It's forbidden,”

In my mother’s basement with her stepbrother’s hand on my throat. “Moaning for your uncle,” he says, voice dark with disgust and desire. “You really are a slut. Sending nudes to strangers wasn’t enough, you needed your mother’s brother to put his hands on you.” “You’re not my real uncle—”

I need to be sure we're both in this forbidden sin together. Mr. Giovanni's eyes glint with desire. “I’ll be your uncle forever, bambina. I would change if I ever see you with a man again. And tell you the last one if you tell me how it feels to have my fingers in your pussy and your ass at the same time.” “I feel like a bitch,” I gasp breathlessly. “I love what you do to me, uncle.” He kisses me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth, and I open for him. I don't know why I'm wishing it was his cock thrusting into my pussy. My lower belly is balled up with some tension that I like. It's not totally strange.

He was clothed, but the shorts did nothing to hide the hard bulge that strained against his shorts. I could hear the tiny voice screaming at the back of my mind, begging to leave, to run and pretend like I wasn’t here. But I couldn’t, not when my legs had turned to a puddle and my shorts drenched with my essence. There was something forbidden about this. The carnal lust of wanting what is off limits. The one person I can’t touch. He was Ace, my husband’s younger brother. The one ache that I can’t soothe.

“What? I can’t visit my uncle now?” Uncle. The word *uncle* hit like a slap across the face. The man I’d spent months spilling my darkest, filthiest fantasies to—the ones starring the gorgeous boy I let use me however he wanted—was his *nephew*. My legs locked. I gripped the railing until my knuckles turned bone-white, breath trapped in my throat. And because the universe has a sick sense of humor, my phone chose that exact second to scream to life. Loud. Brutal. Impossible to ignore.

ROMAN POV Uncle has been more like my role model for long as I can remember, since my parents died. I ask his advice about everything, but today I find myself dumbstruck by his shameless display of lust. How can he shamelessly ask that woman to be his mistress like it is nothing. My head is a mess, not just that I am disgusted. I always thought he was faithful to aunt or that even if he were cheating on her, he would have the decency to hide it from others and probably do it with an older woman, not some young chick in her early 20s.

Desire felt the world tilt beneath her feet, the reality of the moment crashing down like a wave. “Grandpa,” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. She stepped closer, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch his cold, lifeless hand. “I’m so sorry. I should have been here.” In the corner of the room, her uncle Chase stood, his expression a mask of feigned sorrow. Desire had always found him to be a strange man, a shadow lurking in the corners of their family gatherings. He had been her grandfather’s adopted son, but there was something about him that never felt quite right.

I couldn’t think of anyone else that could portray to be my uncle. And since, he was the first person that comes up in my mind, I don’t see any wrong about that. He’s old. And he looks like someone else’s uncle. He’ll save me from trouble and in exchange, I’ll build up the exposé that I have been wanting to finish for a long time. It’s my heart’s fault for overpowering my brain. —But fuck… it is… my fault. It is my fault that I yearn for love and affection. My fucking fault that his kisses and the sex were so damn good to the extent that my lips get parched and my pussy itches — longing for his touch.

"Would you prefer that they take after me?" "Yes," she nods, and a little too fast for my liking. "Dolcezza, I'm a far worse man than you realise. You must have heard things about me that sound terrible but I've done far worse. The man I am with isn't the man I am with the world, my closet is full of skeletons that would make you never want to be near me." "I killed my uncle," she sniffs, as if to challenge me with a comparison of what she deems her greatest sin. "And my Father too."

Callahan Blood. Me on the cold, white marble floor. No. Not cold. But dark. Slippery like that night. Slipping in my own blood. Someone calls my name but it's an echo. "David sends his regards." My uncle did this. My uncle slaughtered my family. Our family. "Your wife is a dirty whore." Not a virgin. "Your wife is a dirty whore. I may never have fucked her but let me tell you something. After seeing her take her Uncle Heathcliff's filthy dick, I really couldn't get it up for her anymore. That's some nasty shit."