Chapter 1

JUNE Do you know the feeling of having your heart ripped out of your chest while you are wide awake? That was exactly how I felt when I woke up to moans coming from the room opposite mine. I had a long day in school, and crashed early, hoping to wake up in time to leave for school with Mark, but my sleep got disturbed. 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. At first, I thought my mind had made it up until I heard the yell from the woman, whose moans woke me from sleep. 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. Call me whatever you might, but I can't help being a voyeur when it comes to him. Kristen, he's the bane of my existence. The only man that makes my heart skip. Kristen growled some words out 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 must have looked funny as I tiptoed to his room, trying not to make a sound. I gently opened the door like I always did any night he brought a whore back. You can say I have gotten used to sneaking over to watch him each night he brings one of his female visitors home. 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 down 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. It was enough to tell me what was going on in the room. Her cries seem to get louder. He thrust in so hard that the bed shook. All this I witnessed, from my spot at the door. As I watched him, my hand slowly slid towards the wet area between my legs. I know what I was doing is a sin, something I never should have done in my entire life. But I was far too gone in my infatuation to care about what's good and what's not. I've gotten used to playing with it since the first night I caught him. Each night, I always come over mainly for this. It isn't healthy, I know. But I couldn't stop my fingers as I imagined being in the same position as the woman under him. I was able to drown the voice of the woman, who was still panting under him. It was almost too real with the way I pictured myself. 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 Kristen'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 had gotten angry at me, but it was the first time he had 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 face palmed. If only I hadn't gone to his room, I wouldn't have been caught. Yet, I didn't regret it. Because of the interruption I had earlier, I decided to finish what I started, muffling my sounds so my uncle wouldn't hear it. I can't afford to have him banging down my door should he hear the whimpers leaving my mouth. As I came down from the high after just a minute of pleasuring myself to the thoughts of Kristen, I felt guilty. The satisfaction I got wasn't enough to wipe out the fact that I shouldn't have done what I did. The feeling I have for my uncle is frowned upon by society, one that won't be accepted should they get to hear of it. 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 is to blame for making me feel so much love that I had to fall for him. Had he not treated me like his doll, I wouldn't have fallen for him. Or would I? But who's to tell, I still ended up head over heels for him. He's a man whom I shouldn't have developed feelings for. A man, out of my reach. But I'm immune to those morals. After all, the heart can't help who it loves…