Uncle Lin suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled me off his c**k with a sharp tug.
“Enough,” he growled, breathing heavily. His eyes were dark with conflict and lust. “This is wrong, Ayra. Go to your room. Now.”
He zipped up his pants and walked away without another word, disappearing into the guest room and locking the door behind him.
I stayed on my knees for a moment, heart racing, p***y throbbing with need. He was trying to resist.
But I wasn’t going to let him.
Hours later, when the house was completely silent, I snuck out of my room wearing nothing but a sheer black babydoll.
I quietly opened the door to his room.
Uncle Lin was lying on the bed in the dark. He sat up immediately when he heard me.
“Ayra,” he warned, voice low. “I told you to stay away.”
I closed the door behind
