Chapter 3 Sweet Taboo

Beads of sweat dotted my brow and between my breasts that were so cold mere minutes ago. I couldn’t catch my breath as I tipped my head back to stare up into his face. Being this close to Damien was combustible. It was like I touched a live-wire and that electricity was coming straight from the man in front of me. I stared into his dark eyes and saw how closed off he kept his expression, how steely and unforgiving he held himself. It melted me. It soaked me. Damien said nothing, but he snagged a lock of my hair and rubbed the strands between his fingers, watching the act, making a husky sound deep in his throat. I didn’t know why he called me over only to say nothing… and when all he was doing was touching my hair really inappropriately. I tried to catch my breath knowing if hell was real, I had a first-class ticket there because I was completely wet between my thighs. And all because of my uncle. The room was so hot.Iwas too hot. And I forced myself to back away to the other side of the island from Damien just so I could breathe, his look growing darker when the move pulled my hair from between his fingers. I licked my lips, noticing Damien’s gaze dropping to watch the act. He flickered his focus to the wine glass still secured in my hand then looked back into my eyes. “How much have you drank, sweet girl?” I didn’t reply, and a low growl left him as he took a step closer. “You need to be a good girl and answer me when I ask you something.” My heart fluttered. This sensation filled me that was completely abnormal and intense when he said “good girl”. “You’re not even old enough to be drinking.” I couldn’t respond to that. Couldn’t remind him my parents didn’t care as long as I drank it at home and didn’t leave afterward—the rule that was set on my eighteenth birthday, which he was present for. I felt too tense and breathless as he pushed off the counter and took three steps closer to me. As if my flight-or-fight instinct was activated, I moved back until the island fully separated us once again. He leaned on the other side of that kitchen island, the slab of wood and granite the only thing keeping me safe, it seemed. Damien braced his big, calloused palms on the edge, pulling my eyes there. I looked at the veins that lined the backs of his hands, never realizing how attractive they were. How masculine. “How long would you have kept it up?” At first, I didn’t know what he meant, but the longer he watched me, the way his eyes became hooded… I knew. I shook my head,even though I knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He growled at my insubordination. “Fina,” he said my name like a warning. “Kept what up?” I played dumb. He smirked, but it was less than pleasant. “Watching me… your little pussy getting wet when I’m around.” I gasped, my hand instinctively going to my throat as my uncle’s words sliced into me like an erotic whip. “Hell, baby, I can all but smell your sweet cunt every time I’m around you,” he groaned and moved closer, inching around the island. I moved one step back until the kitchen sink stopped my escape. And that’s exactly what I felt like I was trying to do. Escape. Retreat. When he stood directly in front of me, only a blink of time passing, I inhaled sharply, taking in the scent of his dark, spicy cologne. I stared up at him, getting lost in all the darkness that cloaked him. “I don’t know what you mean,” I finally answered. I know exactly what you mean. The corner of his mouth lifted in a sardonic smirk. “No?” I shook my head, feeling my eyes widen, my heart racing. “Hmmm.” His gaze lowered to my lips and stayed there for so long I unconsciously licked them. Damien slowly lifted his gaze to my eyes, staring into them deeply until I felt bared, like he stripped my clothes off and was about to feast on me. “W-What’s happening?” The words slipped from me as if I had no control of myself. He moved closer, so now he pressed his chest to mine. All the hard planes that made him a man were cushioned by the soft mounds that made me a woman. “You think I don’t see the way you watch me?” His gaze dipped to my mouth again, and I forced myself not to lick them this time. I had to make myself not shiver at his proximity that ignited electricity and fire inside me. “Do you think I don’t see the way your body reacts when I’m near? Your pupils dilate. Your cheeks turn pink.” He lowered his voice. “Your breathing increases.” I noticed when he moved his face closer. The feel of his warm breath coasted along my cheek, teasing the tendrils of my hair. He smelled so good with a touch of my father’s—his brother’s—alcohol that laced his tongue. “You’re a dirty girl for your uncle, aren’t you, Fina?” 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 knewwhatwas racing through my thoughts. They were illicit. Filthy. Completely taboo. This man was my uncle. Related to me. Was I honestly fantasizing about all the dirty things I wanted him to do to me?