Chapter 1

JUNE

"Fuck me harder, Kristen.”

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, Kristen. That's it! Hit my damn pussy!” A woman cried out. 

I 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. 

“Fuck. You are so tight,” Kristen 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, and his beautiful tattoo, were the first things I saw. His rippling muscles bulged with each thrust he made. 

His black hair was tied up, showing the tail of the dragon tattoo that ran down his back. 

Lying in front of him was 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, Kristen!” She moaned.

He thrust in so hard that the bed shook. 

All this I witnessed from my spot at the door. 

Against my better judgement, I slid my fingers 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 beneath him. 

I played with my clitoris, imagining him running his tongue up and down, his warmth making me quiver. 

A gasp escaped me when I slipped two fingers into my wet pussy. 

My moans were easily drowned by the voice of the woman screaming beneath him. 

I increased my pace as my imaginary uncle slid three fingers 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 loud moan I wasn't expecting tore out of my guts. 

Almost immediately, the slapping sound stopped.

“June.”

This time, the voice wasn't in my head. 

I froze. 

My eyes slowly ran up to meet with the pissed expression on Kristen's face. 

Fuck!

Before he could say a word, I ran out of his room and banged the door behind me. 

I ran into my room and locked the door before I leaned against it. 

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 door, goddamnit!” He sounded pissed. 

I swallowed. 

This wasn't the first time he had gotten angry at me, but it was the first time he used a bad word. 

I shivered, afraid of the sight I might meet if I summoned courage and opened the door. 

He sighed.

“We will talk in the morning.” 

I didn't leave the door until I heard the retracing sounds of his 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 hole. 

A shiver racked through my body as I increased my pace. 

“Doll,” his voice rumbled on my stomach as he stared into my eyes, dark from arousal. 

He snaked his tongue out and licked my belly button. 

“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 goddamn 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…