Chapter 5 How To Get A Passage To Hell?

• Rachel POV
• The mattress of that luxurious hotel room was like a cloud where my prince and I lay, enjoying each other's touch; it felt like I was dreaming or having a daydream, one of those dreams we dream while awake. I could hardly believe that this man was really here with me after all the time I had desired him.
• Jeremy was always kind, but at the same time had a strong grip that made me forget the world existed. He was on top of me now, pushing into me with all his masculinity, making me throw my head back into the numerous pillows, moaning and rolling my eyes back in pleasure.
• The pleasure was so intense that I ended up scratching his bare back, his well-toned arm muscles, and even pulling his curly hair, always begging for more even though I couldn't believe I could handle more than I already was, but still, I wanted more because he was so addictive.
• His moss-green eyes always stared at me, heavy with desire, his large hand holding my jaw firmly, and I could feel his strong fingers digging into my cheeks as if he wanted me to look directly at him while he was fucking me, as if he wanted me to acknowledge that it was no one else but him giving me all this pleasure.
• It was so unfair. Why was he doing this to me? Was this man addicted to this? And what if I got completely addicted to him? Would I be begging for him more and more from now on?
• My God, I didn't care about anything else; I just wanted him right here, lying on top of me and filling me up as it should be.
• Fuck if my parents would be upset with me if they found out I spread my legs for my own uncle, fuck if they called me a whore and took away all my privileges, fuck if they threw me out of the house. I was a woman, and Uncle Jeremy was a man, and we both wanted this; our bodies were sick for each other, we needed each other like a living being needs oxygen to survive, so no one could take him away from me, not even this stupid kinship imposed on us.
• I might just be crazy; that was possible, but it was my instincts talking, my instincts in the moment of coitus speaking, and at that moment, I couldn't understand anything that wasn't just us uniting in such a natural and unique way.
• The only thing I knew at that moment was that I belonged to this man, and this man belonged to me.
• Moments later, cigarette smoke rose through the air as Jeremy, lying on his back in bed, smoked while his body regained its calm. I had my head on his shoulder and half my body over him, feeling my body returning to normal after the intense moment we had just shared.
• "So you can smoke, and I can't?" I asked, wanting to tease him, my index finger drawing circles on his shoulder.
• "You're still too young to get addicted to these," he replied, his voice heavy and drawn out.
• I rolled my eyes. "You're 27, you're not that old."
• "Old enough to say what's good or not for you," he grumbled.
• "Do you think I don't know what's good for me? Didn't I just prove to you that I'm a grown-ass girl now?" I said, with a mischievous tone in my voice.
• He looked at me. "Yes, you've grown." That sentence was loaded with meaning because, after what we had just experienced, I was sure my dear uncle would never see me as an uninteresting girl again.
• I might have done some naughty things in bed today, things that would surely make him remember me. Well, we were talking about Jeremy and my fixation on him. Of course, all my sexual fantasies included him; that is, everything I learned about sex, I expected to experience with him, so Jeremy might have realized I wasn't as innocent as he thought I was.
• "Did you like it, or do you want me to improve something next time?" I asked, looking at him with mischief, biting my lower lip and slowly moving my hand down his abdomen, wanting to provoke and stir him up again.
• But he caught my hand before it reached his groin. "It's late, isn't it?" he murmured. It was almost 3 AM, but that wasn't the point.
• I sat up a bit now, looking at him. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this moment, Jeremy?" I questioned, realizing he might not understand how much I was into him.
• "I can't say the same about myself, RayRay. It hasn't been that long since I've found you sexually attractive," he confessed with a sigh. It was true that he had been in Atlanta for a few weeks, and when he arrived in the city, my parents invited him for dinner at home, and it was at that dinner that I first felt him looking at me differently, as if noticing for the first time that I was no longer a child but a woman.
• Because since I had kissed him when I was only 16, he had left and hadn't returned for 3 years. But now he was back, and the desire he felt for me was evident in his gaze.
• "Well, as you can see, I'm a grown woman now. So now you can have me in your bed," I said, moving closer to kiss him, but he pulled away again.
• "That's not the point, Ray," he said with a heavy sigh. "It's that this is wrong in every way, don't you see? Damn, I'm your fucking uncle."
• "You didn't think about that when you were fucking me, did you?" I said it bitterly. Was he saying this now?
• He ran his hand through his hair, getting up from the bed; I wanted to get up too. "No... lie back down, please. Seriously, it's late, and Nick will be on my case if he thinks I didn't take good care of you." He was adjusting the covers over me, covering my body, not even looking at me properly now, as if he felt strongly guilty for having had sex with me.
• "That's an exaggeration; you don't need to do that," I said, saddened by his rejection. "We aren't even real relatives, Uncle Jeremy. You're not my real uncle; Nick and Scarlett aren't my real parents..."
• "Would you tell them that?" he asked, interrupting my words and demanding an answer. "Would you go to them and say they're not your parents?" I fell silent, unable to respond. "Your silence says it all, Rachel. Do you know why? Because that's the only truth, and it doesn't matter if there's a blood tie or not, I'm your uncle, and you're my niece, and we're both going to hell."