Chapter 1

• JUNE
• "Fuck me harder, Kristin.”
• The sound of moaning and the slapping sounds that followed woke me up from sleep.
• I sat up on the bed and stretched my muscles.
• “Yes, Kristin. That's it! Hit my damned pussy!” A woman cried out.
• I hastily rose from the bed and hastened towards the door.
• The thoughts of what was going on in the room opposite mine, made my heart feel like it was being sliced in two.
• I knew I should return to my room, but the thoughts of seeing him naked far outweighed my need to run far away, to avoid further heartbreak.
• “Fuck. You are so tight.” Kristin growled in that deep voice of his that never ceases to send rippling shivers down my spine.
• My legs shook, yet, I managed to reach his door.
• I gently opened it, like I always did any night he brought a whore back.
• His back was the first thing I saw. The rippling muscles bulged with each thrust he made.
• His black hair is tied up, showing the tail of the dragon tattoo that ran through his back.
• Lying in front of him is a woman.
• Though I couldn't see her, her creamy legs which were tied to the chains connected to the ceiling were what I saw.
• “Fuck me harder, Kristin!” She moaned.
• He thrust in so hard that the bed shook.
• All this I witnessed, from my spot on the door.
• Against my better judgement, I slid my hands into my pussy.
• I've gotten used to playing with them since the first night I witnessed him having wild sex with a woman.
• It isn't healthy, I know. But I couldn't stop my hand from seeking my pussy as I imagined being in the same position as the woman under him.
• I played with my clitoris, imagining him running his tongue up and down, to the mouth of my pussy.
• A gasp escaped from my throat when I slipped two fingers into my wet pussy.
• I was able to drown the voice of the woman, who was still panting under him.
• I increased my pace as my imaginary uncle slid three hands into my wet, moist pussy.
• He licked his lips before he peered up at me. His green eyes darkened with lust as his fingers kept on slowly fingering me.
• “Do you want to feel my mouth on you, doll?” He asked with that playful smirk on his face.
• I gasped when I felt myself on edge.
• A moan escaped from my throat.
• Almost immediately, the slapping sound stopped.
• “June.”
• This time, the voice wasn't in my head.
• I froze.
• My eyes slowly glanced up, to meet with the pissed expression on Kristin's face.
• Fuck!
• Before he could say a word, I ran out of his room and banged the door behind me.
• I ran to my room and locked the door before I leaned on the door.
• My heart felt like it was about to lunge out of my throat.
• This wasn't the first time I'd watched him, but this was the first time I'd gotten caught.
• I counted to 100 before I heard footsteps approaching my door.
• “June.” He knocked on the door, but I didn't respond.
• “I know you are leaning behind that door, June. Open the damned door!” He sounded pissed.
• I swallowed.
• This wasn't the first time he has gotten angry at me, but it was the first time he has used such a tone with me.
• I shivered, afraid of the sight I might meet should I open the door.
• He sighed.
• “We will talk in the morning.”
• I didn't leave the door until I heard the sounds of footsteps.
• I sighed.
• What have I gotten myself into?
• I facepalmed.
• If only I hadn't gone to his room, I wouldn't have been caught.
• Yet, I didn't regret it.
• Against my better judgment, I placed a palm on my mouth before I slid my hand down my pyjamas and into my still-wet pussy.
• I imagined my uncle slapping my pussy as he fingered me, telling me how much he wanted to fuck my virgin pussy.
• A shiver racked through my body as I increased my pace.
• “Doll,” his voice rumbled on my stomach as he stared into my eyes with eyes dark from arousal.
• He snaked his tongue out and licked my navel.
• “Fuck!”
• I moaned.
• “Good girls don't cuss, Doll.” He slapped my pussy so hard that I screamed.
• “Uncle, please no. Don't do this,” I cried out.
• Despite the pain, I was still feeling aroused.
• The feeling his hit on my pussy elicited in me, was unlike any I've ever felt.
• I curled my toes and arched my back.
• “You love that, don't you? You are one dirty slut, my Doll. You need your uncle to slap this pussy of yours, don't you?”
• “Yes, uncle. Slap my pussy, fuck it so hard that I won't be able to walk for days. This doll is all yours, and nobody else's," I cried out.
• “Then, I will do what you asked of me. I will fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk, for days.”
• The treat was clear on his face, but it still sent shivers down my spine.
• My stomach clenched as I hurried to hasten my orgasm.
• Just like every damned time, imagining my uncle doing wicked things to my body, sped up my orgasm.
• “Cum for me, Doll.” My conjured uncle whispered into my neck.
• “Fuck, uncle!”
• With a scream, I orgasmed so hard that it shook my entire body.
• As I came down from the soul-shattering orgasm, I felt guilty.
• The feeling I have for my uncle is frowned upon by society.
• Yet, I can't help the feeling.
• If loving my uncle can lead me down the path of damnation and denunciation, then, I won't hesitate to walk that line.
• After all, he's to be blamed.
• His face, and the gentle way he treated me, made me fall hard for a man I wasn't supposed to have erotic things about; my mother's brother.
• He's a man whom I shouldn't have developed feelings for.
• But I'm immune to those morals.
• After all, the heart can't help who it loves…